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.
it was very rare that serena can TEASE her like this in public. sure , she’s tried many time before , but she always needed to stop herself because NATE ARCHIBALD was always too close too blair ; and she couldn’t very well try to finger HIS girlfriend when he was sitting so close, now can she ? though not for the lack of trying , that’s for sure. ‘ hmm.. ’ a simply hum was her reply to her before she went back to drinking her boring champagne. about twenty minutes had passed , and the room was now much quieter than before , all had their attention at as some man talking about the pieces being sold for the charity auction. with no eyes focusing on her , she quickly slipped to the floor and under the table , which was covered by a dark grey table cloth , making it easier for her to be hidden from the rest of the room. with serena on her KNEES ; her fingers pushed up the skirt of BLAIR’S dress , her lips . ‘ shhh !!don’t make any noise , B. ’
eyes flicker downward , perfectly painted lips parting in unrivaled shock - ❛ SERENA – ❜ whispered scold , the princess leaning forward to avoid being heard ; ❛ we could LEAVE if you want - ❜ worried eyes scan the table , searching to assure that no one had caught on to their conversation - and the fact that serena was UNDER THE TABLE , ❛ what has gotten into you ? ❜
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