Baddest Bitch

“I’m fine. i’m just being dramatic, it’s what I do.”

      “ before you speak, i would think long and hard about my merry mood and the risk of being the person to crush that. i’ve been told i’m a bit dramatic. “

      “ we have to do what we can to get through this. together. “

“Not staring, admiring. I love when you do your hair like that, I could never pull it off  — or at least in this body.”

Blair doesn’t comment on her mother’s silence, she knew this had to be difficult to process; but she preferred the quiet, it bought her time to plan what she’d say. “Ah,” she says with a nod, rather disappointed by her father’s absence, though she did come unexpectedly. Blair only cared to explain the story once, if everyone heard the same story they wouldn’t be able to catch her in the lies, though if they hadn’t they could start putting pieces together that she preferred to stay untouched.  She wasn’t sure what to do next, surely the doppelganger wasn’t in the mood for Blair’s antics, but Blair wasn’t in the mood to talk about the problem, she just wanted to get this over with. If she could she would just sweep everything underneath the rug. And she swears she can feel her heart break at her mother’s question, immediately her expression softens and a small “no,” escapes from her. This is what Blair didn’t want, her parents blaming themselves for her departure, she didn’t want them to feel guilt over something she should bear. “No, it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anybody’s fault but mine.” Blair answers rather quickly, having already rehearsed that line.

Blair surveyed her mother in silence as she stood in the doorway, a flush making it’s way onto her features as she did so. She was so nervous about what was to come, surely the doppelganger wasn’t naive enough to fall for one of Blair’s stories and that scared the witch. She wasn’t ready to tell her mother the horrid  truth, and she certainly wasn’t ready for the reaction that was to follow. Goosebumps formed on the small of her back as her mother broke the silence, it had been so long since she heard her mother say her name. Blair wasn’t sure what to say, or even how to begin to explain all of this, so of course she’d ignore the obvious issue at hand, “You know I never gave you much credit, I definitely got my good looks from you.” Unable to continue meeting the gaze of the Petrova doppelganger in fear of getting emotional she set her sights on the decoratives of the home, most importantly, the family photos."You know I always hated this picture,” Blair comments, sauntering over to a nearby picture of herself from her youth. “Wheres, dad?”

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A sheepish smile formed as she approached, “Hi mom.”

“Is that aggression I sense?”

“I didn’t want to make assumptions.”

Damon: Guess you'll never know.

Damon: I've always been a gentleman.

“I have not. Are you still with the father?”

Damon: It wouldn't be very polite if I didn't.

Katherine: Sounds perfect.

Katherine: Just name the time & place.