Fic: Through The Busy New York Streets (Blair/Serena)
NOTE: She's the lovely one with the light blue eyes; the dancer; the one I look for first when I step into a room. I want to sneak up on her and be the reason she laughs. Kiss her when she's not looking. I'd write her a song but I can't sing. I've seen her cry and I didn't think it would break my heart so much and yet I did nothing. Because we never speak. And when we do, it's polite smiles and fragile conversation. It isn't easy.
Title: Through The Busy New York Streets
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Serena
Spoilers: none
Summary: Things aren't going too well for her.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Blair hurries her way through the busy New York streets with arms wrapped tight around herself and head down, trying to avoid the rain that keeps crashing across her line of vision.
She strings a chaos of expletives under her breath; there’d been another argument with her, again, and it had been her own, spoilt, stubborn fault entirely; her driver’s not here; she has to walk; she has to ruin her new burgundy boots as they splash through the murky puddles and she swears that if mascara starts to run down her face, she’s going to smack her anger out on the next person to rudely shove into her.
She pulls her coat tight; buttons lined up like an army; collar up in defence. She can’t possibly fight this storm. She dodges and ducks but she can’t escape the clouds that race across the sky and cover the ground in shadows.
She feels wind sting her eyes. She blinks fast, yet her vision remains blurry and it’s then that she realises she’s begun to cry.
She stops on the curb and lets her heart drop to her toes, manicured hand lifting to hail a cab; defeated. Before she has time to protest, scream childishly, she’s being pulled back and she’s not sure why. And suddenly the rain has stopped and the wind has calmed. And she looks up.
She looks up; she wants - as unladylike as it would be - to lean into the body now shielding hers; ball up fists and punch and sob.
“Hey,” Serena cups her cheek, wiping away trails of coal black with the pad of her thumb. “I’m sorry.”
Blair just sighs; lets out a cloud of cold, heavy air. She watches Serena wrap an arm around her waist and pull her further beneath the bright red umbrella.
“B, don’t cry. You’re not getting wet any more,” she chuckles at the way Blair’s looking at her with her big, sad eyes, red lips turned down at the corners, even through her relief.
Blair moves her head so that it’s resting on Serena’s shoulder and presses an icy nose against her cheek.
“Take me home.”
Serena nods; hugs her firmly and kisses the top of her head; she knows that no matter how many times they fight, not even the cruellest of blizzards will keep them apart.
Title: Through The Busy New York Streets
Rating: PG
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Blair/Serena
Spoilers: none
Summary: Things aren't going too well for her.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Blair hurries her way through the busy New York streets with arms wrapped tight around herself and head down, trying to avoid the rain that keeps crashing across her line of vision.
She strings a chaos of expletives under her breath; there’d been another argument with her, again, and it had been her own, spoilt, stubborn fault entirely; her driver’s not here; she has to walk; she has to ruin her new burgundy boots as they splash through the murky puddles and she swears that if mascara starts to run down her face, she’s going to smack her anger out on the next person to rudely shove into her.
She pulls her coat tight; buttons lined up like an army; collar up in defence. She can’t possibly fight this storm. She dodges and ducks but she can’t escape the clouds that race across the sky and cover the ground in shadows.
She feels wind sting her eyes. She blinks fast, yet her vision remains blurry and it’s then that she realises she’s begun to cry.
She stops on the curb and lets her heart drop to her toes, manicured hand lifting to hail a cab; defeated. Before she has time to protest, scream childishly, she’s being pulled back and she’s not sure why. And suddenly the rain has stopped and the wind has calmed. And she looks up.
She looks up; she wants - as unladylike as it would be - to lean into the body now shielding hers; ball up fists and punch and sob.
“Hey,” Serena cups her cheek, wiping away trails of coal black with the pad of her thumb. “I’m sorry.”
Blair just sighs; lets out a cloud of cold, heavy air. She watches Serena wrap an arm around her waist and pull her further beneath the bright red umbrella.
“B, don’t cry. You’re not getting wet any more,” she chuckles at the way Blair’s looking at her with her big, sad eyes, red lips turned down at the corners, even through her relief.
Blair moves her head so that it’s resting on Serena’s shoulder and presses an icy nose against her cheek.
“Take me home.”
Serena nods; hugs her firmly and kisses the top of her head; she knows that no matter how many times they fight, not even the cruellest of blizzards will keep them apart.