#5evils

on a cold winter night,   neck kept warm by a thick wool scarf,   black paired with a similar beret that sits upon caramel ringlets.        berry lips purse in response to his command,   brows that were once knitted together now relaxing,   along with every muscle beneath porcelain skin.  .  .        but she’s not relaxed.        nonchalance is what you see,   paired with a scowl she wears so mean only with a  certain  cold glare.        gloved and manicured,   she lets hands reach out to adjust her long coat,   silence wavering atop their heads along with the crisp air.        on a cold winter night,   blair waldorf doesn’t take orders.       (or on any other night,   for that matter).       flushed cheeks spread as her velvets curl into a meaningless smile,   the kind that lets dimples come out of hiding,   but for no special occasion,   a deep breath finally being taken.