#grvffinss

according to blaise, independence day wasn’t a cause to celebrate, considering she had an intense hatred for the land that she now called home – or any land for that matter. however, the blonde was enticed to show her face at the barbecue for the sole purpose to abuse the free alcohol that was undoubtedly offered. as she slinked through the apartments, trailing the edge of the pool where numerous guests swayed on colorful floats, her lips clung to a potent drink, eager to force the poison into her bloodstream before she had to face any unwanted individuals. just as he was regrettably dancing into her mind, blaise’s view took in griffin, whose visage turned her stomach oily, yet she couldn’t stop herself from approaching him. “hey, fuckwad,” she growled in a sugary-sweet tone, looking at him through luscious lashes, noting how his chest remained firm and tempting, even as her insides were drowning with loathing for him. “you’re looking good,” the blonde allowed, tilting her chin towards him as her fingers found the skin of his shoulder, then his clavicle and down even farther before her hand was withdrawn. “are you going to get me a tofu dog, or what?” perhaps she would permit herself to indulge in him before he met his death at her hands. the truth was that she missed him. @grvffinss !!

bittersweet didn’t fully embrace the aching sensation that snaked its way through blaise’s core, infiltrating every fiber of her being as her icy stare met griffin’s; the union was bitter because she knew it had to be the last time they collided in such a way. still, the moment tasted sweet on her lips as the two were tender with each other, just for the last time. hands digging into the bend of her thin hourglass, the blonde shifted her gaze to the ground as she ruefully achieved a smile, the salty wind providing a sense of warmth as they stood there, silent for a moment. eventually, blaise abandoned her perch on the stoop before her apartment building, fingers reaching out, dancing down griffin’s arm until they entwined with his; her pace was slow and steady, as she knew their last walk may be a long one. “i think we both know what’s happening here, don’t we?” she inquired, throat suddenly stiff and hollow, despite the fact she practiced in the mirror many times. the threat of tears loomed overhead, but the blonde wouldn’t cave to them so easily, so soon. “you love me, but you like her. i get it. for some reason that means more, right?” titling her chin so that she could shift her focus to him once more, she exhaled, finishing her speech. “griff, i tap out. clearly, we’re not meant to be considering this mess even materialized in the first place. it’s okay.” @grvffinss !!

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