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.
❝ you know blair , you’re acting exactly like someone i used to know . she was good at sending mixed signals too . first you act like you can’t be bothered with me & then you say something when someone makes an insulting comment towards me being gay . i don’t like the games & i don’t need a protector . ❞
pixied scoff from deceitful lips ; expertly feigned innocence painting a picture of disbelief . ❛ don’t be so DRAMATIC , emily . ❜ sip from over-sweetened coffee , overwhelmed with milk until the coloring of the dark roast was nearly white itself . ❛ i’ve been busy , that doesn’t mean i’ve been ignoring you - and excuse me for wanting to stand up for my friend . ❜ except , she had been ignoring her and hadn’t been treating her like a friend , as of late .
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