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.
scoff from stained lips , arms crossed across chest . HER TOWN ? no ! had given up EVERYTHING she had only a few short years ago for only a glimpse into the lifestyle of BLAIR WALDORF & CO . now ? had seen it , lived it , hated it . didn’t want that type of POWER over anyone ! ❝ if YOU’RE that special to them , then they won’t care ! ❞
storm-cloud eyes narrow / darkened and threatening as chin tilts up , angling towards the single girl who poses a threat as her equal . ❛ – I CARE , jenny ! ❜ influx on enraged voice , soprano shriek powerful enough to shatter and shake her island - a tremor so strong even those in brooklyn would hear it ; ❛ after what YOU did , i don’t want to see you anywhere near here . ❜ a daring step forward , slender arms crossed over expensively draped fabric , as a sudden and unforeseen calmness - more terrifying than her rage - washes over her , ❛ BESIDES . you couldn’t even handle the mean girls: penelope , kati , is , SERENA , ME - what makes you think you can handle working for the PEOPLE THAT RAISED US ? your hazing was a walk in the park compared to the stormcloud that is NEW YORK FASHION . you’ll be shocked to know that the rest of them make my MOTHER - make ME , even , look kind . ❜
