𝓲ₜ𝄒🅢 𝔑ₒ𝚝 grᵘ𝑒𝔖𝚘ₘ𝖊[!

released from her mother's hip, who is far too busy to notice with her ass-kissing & bashful bragging ; [ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀ ؟ ] waldorf designs is ᴾᴼᴾᵁᴸᴬᴿ than ever, and though she rejected her 𝕸other's demands of showing off 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 upon blair's very own delicate frame, she's still– her biggest fan. it's just that marc jacobs is SO much more chic. blair's floating comes to a halt, finding 🇭​🇪​🇷​𝖘​🇪​🇱​🇫​ in the middle of the dilaurentis’ kitchen, allowing a pearly white manicured digit drag across a 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍ₗᵉₛₛ island, her own smugness attached to doe features. @summerdilaurentis walks in, and it's almost like all the air in the room has disappeared. blair sees only her back first, as she promptly opens her refrigerator to grab a bottle of ᴍᴀʟɪʙᴜ rum, before velvets part to speak– but not before she lets out an exaggerated sigh. ❛❛ i was wondering when i'd finally see you. i just had to say it to your face. ❜❜ the room's air returns, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 ── only for a mere five seconds, as blair's coquettish giggle breaks the ice swiftly. ❛❛ the dilaurentis' sure know how to host. you make the van der woodsen's look like [ ... ] the help. ❜❜

Her day had started off completely different, wrapped in the recluse of her mind, praying her brother's theatrics & her newfound crush on 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚒𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜 was finally on pause. [UNTIL THE ALARMS BLARED: "Sorry about Em! One liar down – three to go. -A" ── it was enough to have her head reeling. Mostly because: she never sent herself that text. *SØ WĦØ ȻØᵾŁĐ ƗŦ ɃɆ?

Now, she stood alongside Spencer Hastings, in the middle of Rosewood Community Hospital's morgue, focusing on her white plimsolls to avoid upchucking on @hastinge. ❝ I can't believe this is happening. ❞ She manages to conjure out, chocolate hues side-eyeing Spencer, the delicate disgust spreading into a frown.

BEFORE LIPS CAN PART TO TREMBLE ANOTHER QUOTE OF DISDAIN, ARIA RESPONDS TO THE TUG OF HER ARM WITH A SCOFF. AS SHE PEERS DOWN AT WHAT SPENCER BEGS HER ATTENTION FOR, SHE CAN'T HELP BUT BREATHE A SIGH.

Manicured digits graze against red paint, cleaning the edges up in her own perfectionist way. Years of knowing Caroline Forbes'll do that to you. Elena turns to face the rest of the committee, taking one good look at everyone's jobs, reminding herself that she once loved it all. THE RUSH OF BEING GREAT AT SOMETHING ─ being met with smiles, rid of pity & exhaustion. She could feel herself fading into a sad story, and it only made the guilt worse. A lone strand of hair falls over eyes, and she puffs it away, the scent of vanilla & caramel wafting behind. She stops right by @ghuliez, takes a sigh to collect herself, and her girl-next-door smile takes its rightful place. THESE HIGH-SCHOOL HALLS WERE ONCE RULED BY HER VERY SELF. Head cheerleader, Mystic Falls' very own It Girl, & the quarterback's girlfriend. In the span of a year, it returns, yet finds itself upon another opponent ─ far from Elena's reach.

" Wow. So, I'm not the only one Caroline likes to punish. " She plays it off with a light giggle, a reminder of how naturally it comes to her. She pushes the same loose strand behind her ear, pin-straight locks swaying against bare shoulders. Like tucking her tail between her legs, Elena slips hands into her back-pockets, True Religion jeans draping over laced-up converses. Her ballet-frame posture allows her to stand tall, almost towering over Valerie, so she softens her shoulders & lets her smile grow: NO THREAT FOUND HERE! " My little brother loves your band, by the way. He wouldn't stop talking about your set at Tyler's last week ── and maybe don't mention this to him...