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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    ❛     BLOOD   ORANGE    martinis   always,         blair.        ❜     phryne     told   her   in   an   almost warning     tone  —   blair   was an   elegant,     classy     young   girl.     all   the   classiest     drinks   were   needed,     just   to   fit   the   aura      around   the    birthday   party.   

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nod of agreement on joy-stained features  -   thank goodness she hadn’t gone to her minions  .   they didn’t GET the importance of elegance like phryne did  :   they were all about trends  ,  and while blair was well-versed  ,  she preferred timeless class over exuberant amounts of teen culture  .  ❛   i’m so glad to have you around  ,  the girls from school don’t get my tastes like you do  .  ❜    ( @murderchased )

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