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.
“BEFORE you bitch at me for interrupting whatever scheme you’re cooking up or upper-east-side-hottie you’re hooking up with — please note that this is code red, high alert, 911 emergency.” She paused for a moment, biting her lower lip before glancing at the PROBLEM that was currently lying at her feet. “So as it turns out, Christmas trees are kinda hard to drag home by yourself? And the guy who sold it to me offered to help me take it to my apartment but he has the creeper-eyes soooo….”
❛ – BOTH , actually , ❜ snark-spiked interjection accompanies pull of silken sheet to la-perla clad chest , already tucking the device between shoulder and cheek ; boys may win over minions , but caroline wins over boys , which is why it takes the manhattan royal approximately two minutes to slip back into DOLCE & GABANA , only slightly less perfect than she had appeared a mere hour ago . ❛ haven’t you ever heard of a car service ? just - where are you ? i’m getting a cab right now . ❜ roll of chocolate eyes as hurried hands attempt to slip scarlett pumps back on her feet - she really hadn’t dressed for mobility .
