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.
❝ sorry, kid, but you definitely don’t look like you’re of age. i can’t serve you unless i see your ID. ❞ // @destinaticn // x.
OF COURSE serena, leggy , golden-haired , with a perpetually 23 year old face had picked a bar that would ACTUALLY card - and of course blair , not usually confined by the typical restrictions of rebellious adolescence , had never needed to acquire a fake id . most of the upper east side knew to turn a blind eye when it came to the beloved sons and daughters of the city’s crowned elite . ❛ yes , well , you’re certainly more diligent than your friend down there - ❜ she motions her head down the bar , to the second server , then glances pointedly at her own friend - who’s already at least three drinks deep . she could come right out and say it , that serena’s not even old enough to VOTE , but the smug look across china - doll features says it all , and if she couldn’t partake in the SERVICE , she could at least have her fun toying with the servers .
