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.
once the queen bee herself existed the elevator everyone jumped out and roared SURPRISED at the top of their lungs. at least it felt like that to him. he cringed, walking towards the kitchen, avoiding blair while also grabbing a drink. but of course blair found dan in the end. the young humphrey turned to look at the PRINCESS of the upper east side and he nodded. ❛ yea, i helped out. happy birthday, ❜ he responded.
brow tugged together as a veil over lash-fluttered chocolate orbs , blatant confusion overwhelming her features as she sips daintily from her martini - ❛ why’d you do that ? you might be the only one who hates me more than that sister of yours . ❜ near-scoff accompanies her words as dainty fingers smooth over intricately designed dress . ❛ —- thank you . ❜
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