[ficlet] mirror, mirror (blair waldorf/jack benjamin)
Mirror, Mirror
Fandom(s): Gossip Girl & Kings
Pairing: Blair Waldorf/Jack Benjamin
Summary: She ignores the way his eyes wander and, in turn, he pretends he doesn’t notice hers doing the same.
Note: Written for the 'weapons' prompt at choco_cherries. Only, this didn’t turn out like I wanted at all. Also, Carter doesn’t exist. So let’s pretend New York is Gilboa and that Jack was around for Blair’s downfall.
She’s sitting in the bar of a five-star hotel when he arrives. She hears him without seeing him because he doesn’t make a public move without the buzz of shutters capturing it all. The stem of her third martini glass rests between her fingers so she brings it to her mouth as she turns slightly on the bar stool, meeting his eyes as he walks under the restaurant's archway, paparazzi and wing men in tow. (He smirks like he knows it’s going to be easy, she smiles because she knows it’s not.)
They know each other well without ever having to say a word because she has Gossip Girl and he has The Daily Post and both are impossible to run from. So she lets her eyes wander over his shoulder when he’s talking and he does the same because it’s what they do. They fall into a pattern, complete with hotels, martini’s, and him never ever staying the night. (She’s not naive enough to ignore what’s right in front of her.)
She sees the way his eyes linger on the brunette boy in the corner and, really, it shouldn’t be any different from the years of playing second fiddle to her best friend. It should feel disappointing, but in some ways it’s an improvement on Nate and Chuck and Dan and every other boy whose ever tried to hold her hand. (She doesn’t know Joseph, he’s not her best friend, and a part of her can live with being second best so long as it’s not another girl at number one-for now.)
She’s been through a lot, seen even more, and she knows that this is going to end badly. His face, her words, both will be slung across every page of newsprint and she’ll regret ever letting his palm slide up her thigh that first night. (She’ll be called his beard or, worse, the naive little girl who didn’t know any better.)
The thing is, Blair does know better. She knows that she’s better off now then she was a couple of months ago, with her status reclaimed and an acceptance letter to Yale in her desk. All she has to do now is get out before everything falls down around him.
(Blair was never good at avoiding boys with self-destruction in their eyes.)
Fandom(s): Gossip Girl & Kings
Pairing: Blair Waldorf/Jack Benjamin
Summary: She ignores the way his eyes wander and, in turn, he pretends he doesn’t notice hers doing the same.
Note: Written for the 'weapons' prompt at choco_cherries. Only, this didn’t turn out like I wanted at all. Also, Carter doesn’t exist. So let’s pretend New York is Gilboa and that Jack was around for Blair’s downfall.
She’s sitting in the bar of a five-star hotel when he arrives. She hears him without seeing him because he doesn’t make a public move without the buzz of shutters capturing it all. The stem of her third martini glass rests between her fingers so she brings it to her mouth as she turns slightly on the bar stool, meeting his eyes as he walks under the restaurant's archway, paparazzi and wing men in tow. (He smirks like he knows it’s going to be easy, she smiles because she knows it’s not.)
They know each other well without ever having to say a word because she has Gossip Girl and he has The Daily Post and both are impossible to run from. So she lets her eyes wander over his shoulder when he’s talking and he does the same because it’s what they do. They fall into a pattern, complete with hotels, martini’s, and him never ever staying the night. (She’s not naive enough to ignore what’s right in front of her.)
She sees the way his eyes linger on the brunette boy in the corner and, really, it shouldn’t be any different from the years of playing second fiddle to her best friend. It should feel disappointing, but in some ways it’s an improvement on Nate and Chuck and Dan and every other boy whose ever tried to hold her hand. (She doesn’t know Joseph, he’s not her best friend, and a part of her can live with being second best so long as it’s not another girl at number one-for now.)
She’s been through a lot, seen even more, and she knows that this is going to end badly. His face, her words, both will be slung across every page of newsprint and she’ll regret ever letting his palm slide up her thigh that first night. (She’ll be called his beard or, worse, the naive little girl who didn’t know any better.)
The thing is, Blair does know better. She knows that she’s better off now then she was a couple of months ago, with her status reclaimed and an acceptance letter to Yale in her desk. All she has to do now is get out before everything falls down around him.
(Blair was never good at avoiding boys with self-destruction in their eyes.)