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.
his brows knitted together as he processed the logic behind his question after hearing her unpleasant response. of course a girl wouldn’t go to this school, it was an all boy’s school, and she had every right to respond that way.. ❝no, you don’t.. i’m sorry. today’s my first day here and –❞ his words became a fragment because he knew he would begin rambling on and on, and she probably didn’t want to hear it. ❝down the hall, third door on the right.❞ dan murmured the sentence to himself, circling the location on the map he just received. he glanced up to give her an appreciative smile but stopped at the familiarity of her face. ❝i feel like i’ve seen you before…❞
chocolate eyes roll as sigh falls from immaculately - painted lips - it’s like she doesn’t even PRETEND not to be a brat - however , an acknowledgement of familiarity perks her up , formerly pouty lips re-composing themselves into a tight-lipped smile , ❛ i’m sure you have – ❜ not that she’d actually admit recognizing anyone – like , ever - ❛ blair waldorf . ❜ not an introduction / more like a proclamation made with pride and embezzlement ; of course he knew who she was .
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