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.
the evans family was supposed to be moving back to lima, ohio after their oldest finished high school. they were supposed to be giving sam a second shot at things there, but things change. plans change. the blond is soon unpacking in new york, where he isn’t really going to school, but trying to find a decent job ( one that doesn’t involve him dressing up as a construction worker and then continuing to strip for extra tips ). that’s why he’s wandering the streets, observing different flyers and trying to figure out where the hell he could work without needing to provide a spotless and perfect resume because, in all honesty, he hasn’t really had much experience with anything in the real world.
it’s not long before he’s stumped and needs a bit of caffeine in his system in order to function further into his day. he turns slowly, clearly an outcast within new york’s usual crowds. sam licks his lips quickly before his eyes catch onto a brunette that doesn’t seem like she’d do much harm if he approached. he scratches the back of his neck, letting her pass first before he turns to catch up with the girl. ❛ hey… you look like you have great taste in coffee. ❜ okay, maybe he’s not the best at initiating conversations, but he’s trying ( and a little desperate ). ❛ –– know any good places around here to get some? ❜ // @destinaticn liked this.
all of the luxurious outerwear in the world couldn’t keep her warm in the bitter nip of new york december winds . leather-clad hands pull scarlet peacoat tighter , shallow exhale translating to a cloud that falls from parted lips as warm mixes with cold . the semester preceding the holidays only has her more excited to be back on the upper east side , away from the GEORGINA and NYU and CHUCK BASS of it all , away from the parts of the year she’d much rather leave behind . chestnut curls bounce as the princess continues her journey - she’d long since sent dorota home , hands full of blair’s holiday shopping . the plan had ORIGINALLY been to meet with serena for lunch , but , her best friend had a date with some new guy , typical , so she was headed to butter a l o n e - some extended metaphor for past few months , probably .
her sulking is interrupted by the beckoning of a stranger , causing initial confusion to wash over her as she pauses , before furrowed brow is replaced with the hint of a smile - he was wrong , she was a hot chocolate girl , who only drank coffee when she wanted to appear more mature , but he didn’t need to know that . ❛ birch on east sixty-second , if you’re in a hurry , joe’s on lexington if you’re hoping to sit down . first visit ? ❜ not that she particularly cared , but those at rock bottom didn’t get to be picky about who they talked to .