When the Lights Come On
Title: When the Lights Come On
Characters: Chuck, Georgina, Serena
Rating/Word Count: PG-13 { 568
One-Line Excerpt: This is not the girl who basically attacked him and had her way with him when they were only 11 years old.
Georgina is seriously scaring the shit out of him. She's all smiles and God, will save you, Chuck and it's fucking terrifying. This is not the girl who basically attacked him and had her way with him when they were only 11 years old.
He shivers. She smiles. He shivers again.
The Georgina he knows doesn't smile, she sneers into an angelic upturn of her lips like she doesn't really know who she wants to be today. The Georgina he knows doesn't grab onto your arm with softness, she clings and digs her claws into you until you're not sure if you want her to stop or continue what she's doing.
But this Georgina, this Georgina knows the error of her ways and wants to stay on the straight and narrow. This Georgina smiles and there is a light in her eyes that he's never seen before. There's no malice or mischief just delight at seeing him and him seeing her.
And it's unbearable.
She looks so happy and free but he can't grasp onto that. It's not Georgina happiness and freedom, it's this thing's. Georgina happiness involves writhing on top of someone and getting so close to the feeling of destruction that it tears her apart. It involves Serena, sometimes him (when she's feeling nostalgic), in a bar or in her room getting trashed to the point where she can recognize who and what she is.
Georgina's a beacon, a dark light in the shadow of the only other lights that she's ever cared about but not right now. Now there is barely a reaction when he brings her up. He sees it for a second...lust. desire. a weakness....but she snuffs it out with a brush of hair behind her ear and an excuse about not wanting to leave.
It angers him. It makes his nostrils flair and his skin become a bit warm and pink. It's always been the three of them. The three children of mischief destined to destroy everything they touch except for each other. They're supposed to have each other's backs no matter what but it's clear that who ever this is in front of him isn't ever going to get that.
So he walks.
He keeps walking until he's stopped by a hand on his arm. He winces at the feel of her nails digging into his arm despite the wool shield of his coat.
"Serena?"
It's merely a whisper but he hears it. He hears the desperation clinging to that one question and it makes him smirk.
"Yes."
She nods and there seems to be some sort of switch. The smile on her face is still present as he leads her to the...as he calls a cab but there's something behind it now.
He sees flickers of the Georgina he knows on the way back into the city but he doesn't fully see her until Serena arrives. It's like the lights come on and Georgina is finally home, Georgina who looks at Serena like she wants her right here, right now despite everyone around them. Georgina who digs her nails into his arm to keep him close because she cares, she really does.
She might not act like it with that smile on her face and the Jesus talk falling from her lips but it's her. Those eyes never could lie like the rest of her could.