solid gold, fourteen carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath that gold & stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh.

make me queen

private, selective, independent blair waldorf.

or i'll make you bleed

you have to decide who you are, little girl, she told me once. once you know that, everyone else will too.

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 serena’s    thoughts    travel    to    the    spitting    image    of    charles    bass,    the    bow-tie    and    curly    long    locks    framing    his    face.    the    words    ‘  mommy  ’    &    ‘  daddy  ’    causing    an    ache    in    her    heart.    ❛    .    .    .    what’s    it    like ?    being    a    mom ?    ❜

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there’s a furrow above lash-fringed orbs  ,  a tug of plush lip between pearled teeth  ,   ❛   –  i don’t really know if i can describe it  .  ❜   an honest confession from dishonest lips as she looks up  .    ❛   exhausting  ,  mostly  .  but  ,  the wonderful kind of exhausted  ,  like you feel after a really productive day  ,  when you know you did something that’s good and right .  ❜  dainty hands grasp her mug  ,  bringing it to her lips as she pauses  ,    ❛   WAIT  –  are you  ….. ?  ❜  impatient eyes flicker downward briefly  ,  as her sentance hangs in the air  .     







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