Gone with the Wind (Gossip Girl Style)
A/N : Urgh, my internet has been CRAP on this computer, and everything crashed. So I'm setting up my MAC tonight and will soon be back to story writing reguarly. My non-perfect writing is due to massive stress of school work. Hope you enjoy, but I don't think it's my best.
“Are you ready Miss Blair?” Dorota asked, peeking her head through the door.
Blair, unprepared for this question or indeed for seeing Dorota at all, couldn’t think of anything to say in return and instead just bit down on her lip.
“Miss Blair?” Dorota said, her voice rising.
Blair patted her hand, trying to compose the words she knew would have to be said.
“Yes….Yes.” Blair stammered, then pulled Dorota on to a chair next to her. “Dorota,” she said slowly, “I don’t know why, I’ve never been like this before. I’m actually considering not walking down that aisle. As soon as I woke up this morning, I woke up with a trembling lip and shaking hands.” Blair said, looking at Dorota with brimming eyes.
“Blair, I cannot give you better advice. Mr Chuck is the man for you! Everything he does, he does it for you Miss Blair.” Dorota said, taking her employers hand in her own tenderly.
Blair took a deep breath. “The thing is,” she began, squeezing Dorota hands tightly, “I know he is the man for me, and maybe that is what scares me the most.” Blair stared at her maid, who she had always been close to, but still Dorota’s expression showed little acknowledgement that she’d understood.
“Dorota! You’re meant to know more about this then me. How can I marry someone who knows me backwards and forwards? That I love yet hate, who I want to marry yet I don’t.” Blair said in a high frightened voice.
“You must marry him Miss Blair, this is your last chance-” Dorota said, but Blair still stood up abruptly snatching her hand back from Dorota’s. “
“You are right, do I look okay?” Blair asked, flattening down her wedding dress.
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Blair pulled her white centre-gathered tulle veil over her head, and suddenly was only able to see the delicate embroidery around the edge and the scattered crystals. Her nose took deep breaths, lifting in the smells from outside, she could already smell the newly blossomed white lilies breathing out their heavenly scent from the church hall.
“Go in Miss Blair.” Dorota reassured, pushing Blair gently forward.
She had wore what Chuck’s mother had suggested for her, a strapless scarlet coloured one piece wedding dress, with a personalized golden metallic embroidery around the top front, continuing to the centre. The bottom half of the dress was gathered into a runching at knee level at the front, sides and back. To Blair, this dress made her look old, wife like and married - each one of those things made her sigh with embarrassment. But to the outside world Blair had never looked as beautiful as she walked through the golden door frame into the grand hall.
“She looks amazing!” Blair heard the various whisper’s from guests, some of which she had never seen before. All eyes glancing upwards towards her, staring in jealousy. Blair liked that feeling, it was the only enjoyment of a wedding, to see the way people looked at you.
Especially the woman at the back row, the ones with fingers that had never seen a ring before. Their eyes squinted and closed as she walked past them, only offering her a polite small clap of envy.
Dorota followed easily behind her, dropping rose heads as she went. Smiling at the woman who were by now, each rubbing their own wedding ring, remembering when it was there time to walk down the aisle, and why they had only had one wedding instead of four like Blair.
Blair’s attention was caught by Chuck waiting patiently at the other end of the room, and it made her nervous. She’d never seen a man look so collected on his own wedding day, not even a tear in sight as the music played. She knew him now, these past few months of waiting, they had been glorious even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was ashamed that she could not offer him anything on this day, because she’d already gave him all of her. Not that anybody knew, not that anybody would have guessed that she, the woman that held her nose in the air, had given herself so easily to a pig like Chuck Bass.
“Are you ready for this?” Chuck asked her, quickly snatching her hand as he led her up the final two steps towards the vicar. Neither of them really knowing what to expect, neither of them had expected them to last towards this day. Both had been avoiding it, but now it was here, now they took each other and soon they would be man and wife.
“I, Charles Bass, take you, Blair Waldorf, to be my wedded wife. With deepest joy I receive you in my life that together we may be one.” Chuck stopped to smile, giving her his favourite smile, only to have her face behind the veil to stay as blank as before. “As is Christ to his body, the church, so I will be to you a loving and faithful husband. Always will I perform my headship over you even as Christ does over me, knowing that His Lordship is one of the holiest desires for my life. I promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, my tenderest care. I promise I will live first unto God rather than others or even you. I promise that I will lead our lives into a life of faith and hope in Christ Jesus. Ever honouring God's guidance by his spirit through the Word, And so throughout life, no matter what may lie ahead of us, I pledge to you my life as a loving and faithful husband.” Chuck finished, his voice beginning to croak as his eyes filled with small tears that dried as soon as they fell.
Blair lifted her veil, her mind opening to the thought that she now had a new husband, a man she did not want to find dead at war, a man she did not want to kill herself, but a man she wanted to love and live with. She had not told him she were pregnant, she had been waiting till after the wedding but as she spoke her vow’s she felt the force of her child inside of her. If it were a boy she hoped it would look more like his father, a notoriously good looking man with handsome features and devil eyes, but still innocently charming when wanted to be. She wanted to tell him now, as they stood in the hall, hand in hand, that they were going to have a child together. But that hate was still there, that lust for hate that raised in her whenever he gave that smile, a smile that glistened from the light falling from the church windows. She was right about what she had said earlier, she did love him but hated him at the same time. He was confusion, a confusion she sometimes liked.
Once the wedding ring had been placed on both of their fingers, they were each others for eternity. It no longer mattered that they knew that neither of them were having there happiest moment of their life, and neither were now enjoying all eyes being on them, they were still content. Waiting till they were able to get home, and indulge in a night of passion with each other. Just the look he gave her as they walked back down the aisle, she knew that she wanted it, it didn’t matter that she wasn’t filled with innocence or virginity. It just mattered that now she was his and what they was going to do was expected of them now.
As they rushed outside, a white ribboned carriage filled the space before the Church and, as both Chuck and Blair hurried across to it, Blair wondered why she had never felt so free.
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