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.
HE COULDN’T BE entirely certain that the guest of honor –– and hostess –– knew who he was, but she handled it with a practiced and MASTERFUL skill, navigating any tide of the immense gathering with deadly precision. DEADLY: Kol was certain that, while he had the fangs, the diminutive socialite who would soon be blowing out the candles was the one with the CLAWS. He smiled and nodded, pulling a small box out of his jacket. “For your birthday,” he said. Inside would hold a small charm which had been approved by Serena and, under his instruction, charmed with a simple spell by her. “It’s just a trifle for the girl who has everything,” he said with a practiced grin (after all, he had had his own fair share of practice on social scenes). “How is the party so far, hmm? Everything and more?”
sparkle of mocha eyes - clearly , whoever he was ( serena had told her his name , but she hadn’t bothered to remember - people cycled in and out of her best friend’s life rapidly) knew that the way to the pint-sized park avenue princess’ heart was a tunnel taken through small boxes . ❛ — thank you , ❜ unbashed grin on china-doll features , dainty fingers plucking the box from his hand ; ❛ of course , no party’s ever really perfect , but i’d say this one comes close . ❜ spare for a few missing people - namely , newly ex boyfriend who wasn’t even PUBLICLY an ex yet .
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