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.

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❛  stefan  …   ❜   tentative footsteps in uncharted territory  ,  voice reflecting hesitance and a whisper of fear  .   she knows not of his intentions  ,  or of the circumstances that brought him here  .   all she knows is that a man is DEAD  ,  and that the being before her was responsible  .     ❛   —  what happened  ?  ❜  







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