#inheritedvice

I am a moth I flutter about the flame that is dying...

         alcohol is coursing through the girl’s veins - making everything feel warmer than it is . blurrier too if she were being honest . blair was not one to let go like this . mostly because when she finally did let loose on the reigns she tended to make even serena look like a saint . after all ,  a waldorf never backed down from a challenge . and here was one now - standing in front of her in the form of the boy she had swore to never speak to or about again . the one who she had given everything in the back of his father’s limo . ‘ you don’t know what you’re talking about . ’ her voice quavers as she stares at him - pushed into the dark corner of the party where nobody can ( hopefully see ) . ‘ i have emotions just not for you because you are a sniveling manipulative ass ! ’ she bites her lip to control her tone , swaying just slightly from the force she puts into it . enough that her small body stumbles into him and against all reason she’s leaning up pressing her lips into his - hard and fast . just like their relationship thus far . she only stays for a moment before pushing him away harder than when the kiss began and pushing past him . wondering why she suddenly wants to cry .  

hawke: gets lost eight (8) times trying to find her way to the hanged man  isabela: i Need(tm) to fuck this woman