waves of blue

welcome aboard, blair reinhart, student #38. we are excited to set sail with you !  has anyone told you that you look like halston sage? according to our records, you hail from san diego, usa, prefer she/her pronouns, are cis female, and are here to study computer science. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were tenacious, intuitive, but also vindictive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the games deck. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed your childhood teddy. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

“you better. or i’ll tell them you asked me– no, begged me to stay a little longer this morning.” briar bit her lip. it wasn’t like it was a lot that she could hold against blair, but it was the first thing that came to her very much mushy brain in that moment. “my personality too? now, that’s a compliment.” she laughed softly, reaching to play with the blonde’s hair a little bit longer, since it insisted on falling down to her face, and briar wanted nothing but to see the girl she was sharing a pillow with. “oh, look at that, so not far from me, i see,” she joked when she mentioned being from hell. it surely felt that way. as blair got a little bit more into talking about herself, briar listened, doing her best not to look directly into her eyes, not wanting to pressure her. “san diego is nice,” briar said, trying to sound friendly and engaged, inviting her to talk a little more. “never? well, look at your first time out– in a ship, and screwing a texas girl with big personality. you’re not doing bad, if you ask me.” briar couldn’t stop smiling. “i don’t know, so far it sounds pretty interesting to me.” she looked at her. “do you… get along with your parents and stuff?”

x

usually blair would protest and argue that she hadn’t begged her to stay. she was always too proud to admit that sort of thing. the blonde just rolled her eyes playfully instead. “yeah, yeah. don’t get used to it.” she smiled. briar’s touch was so soft and soothing. she hated this sort of intimacy and the vulnerability it entailed but not with briar, apparently. that kind of scared her. “i know, i think i’m doing pretty fucking good for my first time.” this was definitely not how blair thought things would be for her on the ship but it was a pleasant surprise. to have met briar. she laid there in silence for moment after being asked about her parents. almost as if choosing her words carefully. she didn’t really know what to say. she also didn’t want pity. “uh.. no actually.” she cleared her throat and shook her head. ”we don’t.. we don’t get along. i haven’t spoken to them in a couple years. or any of my family for that matter. unless you count the voicemail i left on my grandma’s answering machine letting her know i was doing this whole university thing.” she looked down not wanting briar to see the tears she could feel brimming her eyes. “i bounced around a lot as a kid. never really developed an actual relationship with my parents. it’s cool, though. fuck them. i didn’t need anyone growing up so i sure as hell don’t need anyone now.” she shrugged, regaining her composure before looking back up at briar, immediately changing the subject. “sorry. kinda depressing. what about you? barbie comes with a horse and a dream house, right?

closed starter for @ofblair​  /   “i brought a peace offering,”  river stated as soon as blair opened her cabin door. they shook a bottle of jim beam.  ‘i come in peace’  needed to be stated right away if they didn’t want a door slammed in their face. 

x

blair leaned against the open door and silently contemplated her options as she looked river up and down, eyes finally settling on the bottle of bourbon in their hands. “ugh, fine. come in, i’m feeling generous with my time and energy today.” she said with a small smile, moving aside so that river could step into her room. “it’s not poisoned, is it?”

river: so what youre saying is youre NOT gonna help me

river: really getting some mixed signals here

blair: no, i said i'd help you for 20 bucks!!!! that's final

“are you gay?!” why was it a surprise, he had no idea. why was he glad to hear that? he didn’t know either. “look at you. i thought you were cool enough already.”

x

“i’m like ninety percent gay. straight cis men are on thin fucking ice. and it gets thinner every day. look at me, i’m way too good for them anyway.” she let out a small laugh. “i’m the coolest, get it right.”

river: im not paying you to ruin my life

river: you already do that daily

blair: you're ruining your own life walking around with hair like that

her cheeks were starting to feel numb from smiling, and she still could not drop it. she was feeling too giddy, in a way she had only felt once before. the memory made the back of her tongue taste bitter for a second, but looking into the blonde’s eyes quickly pulled her back to the moment. “nah!” briar scoffed. “i’m just lazy in the mornings. don’t mix soft with lazy.” but she definitely was. she had been soft for blair the second she touched her the first time. “well… no. usually everything in texas is big and then there’s… me.” she laughed. “but you know, the best things come in small packages, so… i’d say you got some of the best shit in the continent,” she said with lazy cockiness. “how about you? wait– i don’t… i don’t think i know where you even come from.” briar twisted her mouth. “i want to hear it all.”

x

“soft and lazy. but i won’t tell.” the blonde winked. their dynamic had definitely taken an interesting turn. “well your personality and ego are definitely from texas!” sure she was small but she definitely didn’t carry herself that way. it was a huge turn on. blair was looking forward to the day she’d see her angry. despite the amount of time the two had been spending together, it became very apparent that they didn’t know much about each other. to be fair, they didn’t do much talking. until now, anyway. “from hell.” she joked. though she would argue that it sure did feel like hell growing up. blair swallowed hard as she pulled her gaze away from briar for a moment. she knew where this was going but did she really want to be that vulnerable around her? “there’s uh, not that much to hear.” she started, still avoiding eye contact as she ran her fingers up and down briar’s side. “i’m from san diego. born and raised. this is actually my first time out of california.” she still wasn’t sure how much she wanted to disclose. “it’s just me, no siblings. that i know of.” a light chuckle fell from her lips as she tried to lighten the mood. “i don’t know.. i’m terrible at this kind of thing. what do you want to know? my life hasn’t been very interesting.”

river: was looking in the mirror and decided i REALLY need a haircut

river: when my hair is touching the tops of my ears after a shower it's no good

river: thought this was vital info for you to have.