blair wasn’t entirely sure what the kiss between them meant to vanida. or if it meant anything at all. or if she’d even remember it. so she would tread around her carefully and covertly let her take the lead. “i come bearing gifts!” she said as she let herself into van’s room, dropping all the hangover cures one could ever need down on her bed. “how’s your head?” she asked, perhaps a little too loud, as she opened the ibuprofen bottle. / @vanidas















