Gone with the Wind (Gossip Girl Styled)
So I made a part two, and I'm defo gonna do a part three! This is just some drabble scene, I need it as a filler for the next one I'm actually writing at the moment. Enjoy?
Part 1
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Although Chuck had often, guiltily, tried to imagine what it would be like to perform the marriage act with a woman, it never did happen. Plans would fall through, or the woman would break his heart before he got a chance to propose. Blair was of no exception, her marriage to another man had caused nothing but heartache the past few months for him in the war. He’d spent everyday wondering what it had been like, what she would have replied, if he’d had the guts to get down on one knee. But he never did, so he’ll never know. She was now a Hamilton, not a Bass or a Archibald.
Unfortunately, her husband had died in the war but, as he stared into her lost eyes he saw nothing of misery or upset. He saw relief, she was not mourning, she was still in love with Nathaniel.
“Captain Bass, such a pleasure to see you again. I met you at my husband’s last home.” Serena smiled.
Chuck had never noticed how awfully plain the woman was, he’d wouldn’t give her a second glance had she not been Nathaniel’s wife. He could see why Blair’s blood boiled at the thought of her love with this woman, he could see it now. As she walked towards them, a fake stubborn smile plastered all over her face.
“That’s kind of you to remember, Mrs. Archibald.” Chuck said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. She was just like every other woman in the room (despite Blair), longing for her husband to come home.
“Did you meet Captain Bass at Twelve Oaks, Blair?” Serena turned to face her friend.
“Yes I, I think so.” Blair said, literally grinding her teeth at the memory.
Normally, Chuck would have moved on by now to talk to somebody else, but this was different. He was in the company of Blair Waldorf, and that would never happen again, if she had her way. The woman who stole his heart the first time he saw her, but was to stubborn to admit that she was attracted to him too.
“Only for a moment, Mrs. Hamilton, it was in the library. You, uh, had broken something.” He smiled then, a slow-dawning smile that was as charming as any as Blair had ever seen.
A tall lanky man appeared out of nowhere, he was carrying a half full basket full of jewellery. Blair let out a snigger, if he thought she was donating anything he could think again.
“ Ladies, the Confederacy asks for your jewellery on behalf of our noble cause.” The man spoke, he looked worn out, as if he’d been travelling around the room endlessly nagging anybody that would listen. Blair knew the feeling.
“We aren’t wearing any, we’re in mourning.” Her voice hard, insolent.
“Just a moment, please.” Serena spoke, taking her glove off. Her wedding ring shone in the dim light, and so did Blair’s obvious jealousy.
“But it’s your wedding ring, ma’am.”
Blair watched Serena place her ring in the basket, her heart in her throat.
The man strolled off, a muttered “thank you” under his breath as he left.
“It was a very beautiful thing to do, Mrs. Archibald.” Chuck said, patting her softly on her back.
Blair felt a sudden strip of jealousy ripple through her, she didn’t understand why. She had no feelings for Chuck Bass, only a minute amount of attraction for him, respect, admiration, but surely that wasn’t the recipe for love.
Blair called the man back from the two woman he was now talking to only across from them, she could be admirable too, she could be beautiful. She chucked her ring as if it were nothing to her in the basket.
“Here, you can have mine, too. For the cause.” Her husband was dead, what did she care about a lousy ring? It would only end up next to the rest of her worthless jewels in a box.
“And you Mrs. Hamilton. I know just how much that means to you.” Chuck laughed, as he walked away slowly. He knew that she didn’t care for the ring. He knew she didn’t care for Mr. Hamilton. Throwing that ring in the box was for him, and my god was he pleased.
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A group of musicians was playing on a raised stage at the far end of the room and people perambulated gently up and down, joining one group or another and telling jokes, whispering gossip, laughing extravagantly and looking at each other critically to judge how finally dressed they were. But Chuck had spent his whole night with Blair, dancing around the floor with her. She hadn’t spoke much and neither had he.
As he were with her, he thought of his many loves, the many woman he had adored over the time‘s. All the same, innocent smiles, perfect slender bodies, eyes that told you stories. Blair was different from that usual taste, she was alluring and devious with only a hint of innocence about her. That was why they were much alike, he’d met a woman who was his equal. The thought of being with a sophisticated and educated woman such as Blair, excited him. He inwardly shook his head. No, as wonderful as it would be, it was just not possible….she was to stubborn.
“What do you want from me?” Blair asked tentatively.
He studied her for a long moment, his expression difficult to decipher.
“I’ll tell you Blair Waldorf, someday I want you to say those words you said to Nathaniel Archibald to me, I love you.”
Blair was silenced. She could only look miserably at Chuck, knowing what he must be thinking. But what could she say?
“That’s something you will never hear from me Captain Bass, as long as you live.” Chuck stared at her for a seemingly endless moment, his dark eyes cold as ice, as he spun her around once more and continued dancing.
End of Prt 2.