i'll be the hero, you can be the villain ; dan/georgina ; pg ; 1/1. a/n: it's been years since i've written gg (YEARS, i tell you) so it's kind of weird to dust off the old gloves. but i have the strangest soft spot for this pairing, SO. enjoy!
"Remember the time we had a baby?" she asks, like it's the same as all her other bar stories: Serena vomiting in dumpsters and Nate and Chuck stranded in Nepal with no shoes or shirts between them, that kind of half-funny, half-terrifying Georgina charm that isn't half as charming as it means to be. Remember that time I fucked up your life? she's saying.
Which time? he thinks, and says, "No," because this isn't a conversation he wants to have. She's drunk and he's getting there and it'd be hilariously pathetic if he still couldn't picture Milo's little pink face fresh in his mind.
It's stupid, but he can't decide whether she makes him sad, or just annoyed.
Georgina is all the fucked up things he's ever done, dressed up in leather and sheets of hair and a grin that can and probably has killed. Georgina is the skeleton let out of Serena's closet to wreak havoc on all of them, and mistakes, mistakes, alcohol, and mistakes is all anybody ever sees when they look at her. Idly, and maybe not for the first time, he wonders what she sees when she looks at herself. Leather, probably. She looks more tired than usual tonight.
"Remember that time you loved me?" she asks, in the same devil-may-care kind of voice, just a quick chat over drinks between old friends.
The crease between Dan's brows grows and he crosses his arms. "No," he repeats.
She smiles, but as smiles go, it could use some work, and laughs like he's told her the best joke she's heard in weeks. "Me neither," she says, and drinks her drink. Her make-up is thick and smudged, like Jenny's, painted on like a costume. She was always good at costumes. Everyone he knows is so much better costumes than he is.
If he were to write about her - and he doesn't think he would - but if he were to write about her, he'd say that she's got heavy eyes, full of regrets. He'd say something pretty about her, that would fit neatly into his storybook world, in the background, behind Blair and Serena and all the important characters. He probably wouldn't write about her, but if he did, he'd make something up. The truth is ugly, and she laughs her ugly laugh into his neck after she leans in and kisses him.
In the storybook world, he'd shove her off right then, maybe say something meaningful to help her turn her life around.
In the real world, he freezes, awkward, and spills his drink on himself and bumps his nose into her cheek, and when she laughs then, it's not as ugly as it could be. She wipes at his shirt with her black nails and says, "Do you remember that time we got along alright, for a while?"
In the story, he says no, and leaves her there, staring after him with those made-up, heavy eyes. Real life blurs with the alcohol, and he says something else, something stupid, something that he would never write in a book, and laughs. It's a little ugly, too.
oh this is GORGEOUS. i have such a soft spot for these two as well and you captured Georgina so perfectly I could die. i'm glad this brought you back to gg fic (if only for this).
Bless you ♥ This is so them, Dan being a writer and trying to make things better, prettier, and to have things make more sense, and she just is, and she can't be messed with, or turned into something else, and love love love your descriptions of Dan seeing her as ugly and then his laugh being ugly too, and these two, guh ♥
a/n: it's been years since i've written gg (YEARS, i tell you) so it's kind of weird to dust off the old gloves. but i have the strangest soft spot for this pairing, SO. enjoy!
"Remember the time we had a baby?" she asks, like it's the same as all her other bar stories: Serena vomiting in dumpsters and Nate and Chuck stranded in Nepal with no shoes or shirts between them, that kind of half-funny, half-terrifying Georgina charm that isn't half as charming as it means to be. Remember that time I fucked up your life? she's saying.
Which time? he thinks, and says, "No," because this isn't a conversation he wants to have. She's drunk and he's getting there and it'd be hilariously pathetic if he still couldn't picture Milo's little pink face fresh in his mind.
It's stupid, but he can't decide whether she makes him sad, or just annoyed.
Georgina is all the fucked up things he's ever done, dressed up in leather and sheets of hair and a grin that can and probably has killed. Georgina is the skeleton let out of Serena's closet to wreak havoc on all of them, and mistakes, mistakes, alcohol, and mistakes is all anybody ever sees when they look at her. Idly, and maybe not for the first time, he wonders what she sees when she looks at herself. Leather, probably. She looks more tired than usual tonight.
"Remember that time you loved me?" she asks, in the same devil-may-care kind of voice, just a quick chat over drinks between old friends.
The crease between Dan's brows grows and he crosses his arms. "No," he repeats.
She smiles, but as smiles go, it could use some work, and laughs like he's told her the best joke she's heard in weeks. "Me neither," she says, and drinks her drink. Her make-up is thick and smudged, like Jenny's, painted on like a costume. She was always good at costumes. Everyone he knows is so much better costumes than he is.
If he were to write about her - and he doesn't think he would - but if he were to write about her, he'd say that she's got heavy eyes, full of regrets. He'd say something pretty about her, that would fit neatly into his storybook world, in the background, behind Blair and Serena and all the important characters. He probably wouldn't write about her, but if he did, he'd make something up. The truth is ugly, and she laughs her ugly laugh into his neck after she leans in and kisses him.
In the storybook world, he'd shove her off right then, maybe say something meaningful to help her turn her life around.
In the real world, he freezes, awkward, and spills his drink on himself and bumps his nose into her cheek, and when she laughs then, it's not as ugly as it could be. She wipes at his shirt with her black nails and says, "Do you remember that time we got along alright, for a while?"
In the story, he says no, and leaves her there, staring after him with those made-up, heavy eyes. Real life blurs with the alcohol, and he says something else, something stupid, something that he would never write in a book, and laughs. It's a little ugly, too.
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