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.
No, a proposal has to be something more than the desperate desire to end a bickering match. it has to be planned, it should be magical. there should be music playing &romantic lighting& a subtle buildup to the popping of the big question.
Michel & kirk had been arguing outside of the independence inn for god knows how long before lorelai had arrived . she was as confused as michel was at the fact that flowers had been ordered , agreeing with him that there must have been a mistake because no one at the inn ordered them ! though , kirk had insisted that the order requested lorelai gilmore to be there to accept them & it hit her— her mind flashed back to her outburst about romantic , planned proposals that had romantic music , magic & a subtle build up , but most of all …
“Athousand of them. a thousand yellow daisies , ” she breathed in disbelief , finally taking a few steps into her freshly decorated lobby . it felt as though her heart had stopped in her chest , immediately stopped beating the second that lorelai had come to the conclusion that he had done this . he had listened , he had planned , he had romanced & surprised her with that one , very important question , again . lorelai had dreamt of scenarios like this ; impossible fairytales that you saw on the big screen or read in a romance novel written by some guy who has unrealistic expectations . this was an unrealistic expectation , but it was right there in front of lorelai’s eyes . a thousand yellow daisies .
Lorelai sat , her lips spreading into a smile that— was pure disbelief , utmost bewilderment . what did she ever do to be worthy of a thousand yellow daisies & a man that would tie this all together ? pink stained lips pursed together as her nostrils flared , her eyes beginning to well with tears . her bag was pulled upwards onto her lap & her shaky hands reached for her cellphone , immediately dialing his phone number with anticipation . lorelai’s heart leapt when he answered , almost to the point where she wanted to clutch it to keep it where it was supposed to be , & while she listened to him speak with words so kind , so tender & loving , lorelai’s eyes were going over every single yellow daisy that had brightened her inn .
“Oh my … ” lorelai breathed as she placed her phone into her lap . ‘ i’ve thought about this , now i want you to do the same ’ , she had been told . while lorelai wanted this , she wanted to have this happily ever after with the put-together , romantic , sweet , thoughtful man that had ordered exactly a thousand yellow daisies for her ; lorelai knew that it wasn’t right . that while she would have given anything in that moment to be able to say yes with full confidence , lorelai couldn’t . her heart wasn’t in it . not because she didn’t love him , not because she was afraid of this , but because she was waiting … lorelai was waiting for another , even if it were hopeless , like the inevitable wilting of those thousand yellow daisies .