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.
a muffled laugh escaped her at the hand that stopped hers from going further up the the DESTINATION they both know the charming blonde wanted her hand to be on at this very moment. she raised a brow at her , not caring one bit about YALE. they had a whole ‘nother year to plan for their future ; a FUTURE they were both aware that was set in stone , especially with the names VAN DER WOODSEN & WALDORF. she leaned forward once again. to the rest , it looks like two really good friends , talking closely to hear one another. if only they knew what was really happening. ‘ so ? talk then. just lift up your MCQUEEN dress. &&. don’t make me ask twice blair. i’m being nice. ’ she pressed a soft kiss behind her ear before pulling back , her fingers gripping at the ends of her dress.
once again , a painted smile consumes her face , faux-innocence of the virgin queen of manhattan . ❛ excuse me for a second , sir . ❜ cock of the head follows her words as she turns back towards the blonde , hyper-aware of the proximity - ❛ you’re insatiable - i’m NOT letting you touch me around my mother’s friends , ❜ a laugh of disbelief , legs crossing as a punctuation , eyebrow raised in a way that could only be interpreted as challenging .
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