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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               soft  summer  laughter     escaped  her  cherry  glossed  lips  as  she  walked  into  the  grill  seeing  blair  sitting  with  some  of  the  other  girls  from  school .  a  slight  hint  of  jealousy  crosses  her  mind  when  she  hears  them  all  laughing  together   without   her .  her  petite  shape  dropped  itself  onto  one  of  the  empty  chairs  at  their  table .  her  fingers  grabbed  onto  the  hand  of  the  other  girl,  slightly  possessively .  she  was  cheer  captain .  the  fact  that  they  were  all  right  here  without  even  inviting  her .  once  again  she  felt  like  the   second   choice .          ’     okay   so  what  are  you  kids  doing  here   ?     ’ 

          @wearsheadbands   /   sc   /   caroline  forbes .

 GREED    &    ELEGANCE,   WRAPPED UP IN A BOW    summon icy exterior  &  the gentle glide of manicured fingers across the edge of the table and heed the ever-present warning that brews in stormy eyes.   it wasn’t her FIRST choice of how to spend a friday night,  that’s for sure.   not that her first choice would involve any interaction with small-town natives,  at all.   if she had her way, she’d be aboard a first-class jet to paris,  accompanied by  —–         ❝     care.    ❞   bambi eyes beam,  once.  twinkle of stars against mocha sky.  

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