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fake empire
He walked past her, and his movements reminded her of a Panther. He was graceful in his own way, but there was also the sense that he was stalking his prey. Currently, his prey, was the bar, and he reached for a bottle of Scotch to fill up his empty glass. Blair observed him silently, hoping he didn't catch her staring, but unable to actually turn away from him. Besides, she felt it would put her at a distinct disadvantage if she turned her back on him. He was someone who had to be watched at all times, and even then if he sprang, she wasn't sure what she could do.
Words had always come easy for Blair, but not tonight, not with him. He'd not only robbed her of breath it seemed, but some of her mental capabilities as well. She probably resembled a helpless little guppy to him, and later he would laugh about her with all his worldly friends. The thought made her cringe, and want to go hide in his big beautiful bathroom again. She wanted her ball gown back, and the pins in her hair. She didn't know who she was standing in her little black dress, her hair falling down her naked shoulders. This wasn't her, none of this.
He finished pouring himself a drink, and then promptly drank it down in a thirsty gulp. He refilled his glass again without looking over at her. She could have been a statue for all Chuck Bass cared. He'd already forgotten she was in the room. Blair folded her hands before her, and forced herself to look away from him at the bar. Serena had deserted her, but she was Blair Waldorf, Queen B as they all called her, and she could salvage this night. Maybe if she just tiptoed out of the room, he'd forget the encounter all together and she could never revisit this humiliation again. Serena, of course, would be getting an earful for abandoning her later.
"Here." Blair was shocked to look up and find Chuck Bass standing right in front of her, holding out his half full glass of Scotch for her to take. She stared at it blankly for a minute, but then thankfully came to her senses and grabbed it from him. "Drink." He ordered as he stalked past her, and dropped down onto an antique arm chair that Blair had admired earlier.
Blair looked down into the swirling liquid, and tried not to grimace. She hated Scotch, but to refuse him would be another insult, and she'd already embarrassed herself enough. She pulled the glass to her lips slowly, and sipped at the bitter liquor. One sip, two sips, and then she finally lowered it again. She glanced at where he was sitting and found him watching her again, an impenetrable expression on his face. He probably thought she was a complete joke, but what could she do about that now.
"Come sit down." He patted the small space beside him, but Blair didn't move. She just watched him warily, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. "Come." His eyes met hers dead on, and he refused to drop his gaze. The sucking and whooshing started up again, and Blair decided to sit just so she didn't faint.
He didn't move over to accommodate her, so when she sat their thighs were pressed up against each other, and her dress spilled over his pants leg. Black on black. It should have looked funny, but it didn't. Instead, it looked right, and that thought made a warm heat spread down Blair's neck. She'd kissed boys before, but they were only boys, and she knew right from the first moment she'd seen Chuck Bass he'd never been a boy. He'd been born with this power and confidence that she so desperately craved for herself. It was what her mother had, but her father lacked, what she herself could never hope to attain. Chuck Bass made it all seem effortless though, and she envied him for that. They came from the same world, but some part of her knew even then they were light years apart.
Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol
He is thunderstruck. Looking up from the piece of paper that would take him far, far away from the street where he lay bleeding, from the diamond that should have been his panacea, from his guilt and regret and his home and himself and her. Now she stands before him and everything changes. Everywhere I went, you caught up with me. He is staggered. She walks to him as though in a dream (I’m in here. I’m trying to tell you something) in which she cannot speak. They approach slowly, tentatively, so as not to awaken from what cannot be real. If you have to leave, let me come with you. (Only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you). They cross the chasm that lies between them, tearing themselves out of time and space.
They are lit in their separate spheres – she is fire, and he, ice. She emerges resplendent from her hues of red, a flame in the dark (the fire below) that burns him in his moonlit coolness (the icy exterior). She examines him, surveys with exactitude the reality that is Chuck Bass, speaking as though rehearsing a scene that she has watched flickering across a screen, extending her words like a favour bestowed. It is unbearable, his sadness, his regret, his love for her that weighs heavily on his face.
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The air is heavy with what they cannot say. They pause, they swallow, their throats are dry, their eyes speak a language which they mouths cannot agree with, cannot give voice to. That’s true. But it wouldn’t be my world without you in it. What is Blair Waldorf without Chuck Bass? (If all else perished and he remained, I should continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.) She swallows, her eyes begging. He listens to what she doesn’t say. This is what they have always done. Come home. Come home and we’ll start again. We’ll circle each other like predators, we will dissemble and cheat and feign disinterest and burn the world down. This will never end. Just come home.
the garden
The sound of footsteps startled her and she quickly took a bite of the cookie she had been holding, not wanting to catch another stern look from Eugenia if she didn't at least attempt to eat one. She waited for the maid to come bustling around the table, but the footsteps that she had hear before were now absent.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around the cool glass of milk as she swallowed thickly, enjoying the way the chocolate had melted deliciously against her tongue. As she took a sip of milk to clear her throat, there was a small sound behind her, like the soft exhale of someone who was surprised by what they saw.
A peculiar feeling wrapped around her entire body and Blair tightened her grip on the glass of milk, she was now acutely aware that someone else was in the room with her, and that the person was watching her very carefully.
Her heart stuttered nervously in her chest as she slowly turned on her stool, her chin grazing the soft, cotton sleeve that covered her shoulder as she glanced tentatively behind her.
A gasp escaped her lips as their eyes connected, her own soft hazel gaze meeting the nearly black stare of a boy that she had never seen before. It surprised her, not just his presence, although that was certainly unexpected. But the inensity of his gaze, she had never seen or felt anything like it before. Her eyes strayed just long enough to survey the rest of him, enough to know that he was absolutely beautiful.
A moment later the cool glass slipped between her fingers, crashing at her feet before she realized that it was she that had dropped it.
The creamy liquid spread quickly across the dark, hardwood floor, closing the distance between her black Oxford shoes and his stocking clad feet. The sound of breaking glass snapped her out of her reverie, she jolted from the stool and pressed a hand firmly against her chest in surprise, her heart beating wildly underneath.
His gaze left hers for only a moment, sliding down to where her pale fingers were spread across her starched white shirt, her breasts heaving against the fabric as she tried desperately to catch her breath.
For just a moment, she thought she saw him smirk.
chuck bass did not fall for Raina
Chuck was not “falling” for Raina. He was opening up to his own humanity. There is a reason why Raina was supposed to be seen as the female Chuck Bass. Simply put, Chuck hates himself. It’s a phenomenon I’ve always found so intriguing. People can be self-involved and conceited as hell, but it’s a mask because they HATE themselves. Chuck falls into this. He doesn’t believe Blair when she says he’s a good man, he doesn’t believe Lily when she tells him that his father loved him and that he’s his legacy. He has so much self-loathing that he hurts those that love him most because he is basicaly challenging them and showing them that he isn’t worth it.
So him, warming up to Raina, it wasn’t about him falling for another woman, it was about seeing himself in a different light, maybe seeing himself as sympathetic and seeing a different avenue than what he’s always done. And even that was short lived, it was one step forward and two steps back, because when he told her she was sacred to him, he didn’t mean it. It was still about the company and proving himself to daddy. Basically, Chuck is a liar and doesn’t open up to his feelings because he is scared and self-hating. That makes me personally love him. He’s real, he makes me feel.
If it were romantic, Chuck would have had a reaction to her going with Nate, but he didn’t. It wasn’t about Raina as a romantic option. It was what she represented, and that was a version of himself. His own demons that he’s always fighting. I realize the writing sucks and when you take things at face value, as most people do, it’s ugly. But take a peak beyond and to the next episodes. Nothing supports the idea that Chuck felt something deeper for Raina.
I do not hide that I am a Chuck and Blair shipper, and I know that the separation sucks right now for all of us that still love them. I do not in any shape or form support the idea of DB because I think Dan is lost, confused, and doesn’t realize or know the real Blair. As a Blair fan, nothing in me can support that. As a Blair fan, I know that Chuck needs to make things better but I still think that he is the man that knows her best and can make her happy and who her heart chose.
Chuck has screwed up, he has a long list of sins that he needs to atone for and I have every hope that he will and that CB will come back. But I wont add “falling for Raina” to the list. Ill-conceived and executed by the writers as always, but he didn’t fall for her. He is hopefully on a path that will make him realize his own worth, and then he can in turn appreciate Blair’s worth and be the man he is capable of being.
like two puzzle pieces
Chuck and Blair are the only real couple on Gossip Girl. They are real because they are fresh and because they are rare. Chuck and Blair have traits from timeless couples, like Scarlett and Rhett from Gone With The Wind. They have similarities to movies like Cruel Intention and they prove that sometimes the opposite don’t attract. Sometimes you find yourself mesmerized by someone who has been there all along. She was the only girl who had the ability to break Chuck Bass and make him feel something, and he was the only boy who made her relax and be herself. With him she didn’t have to pretend and with her he couldn’t kill the damn butterflies. Their path has been rough and it has not been easy but all of the lies, the hurt, and the games make them who they are today. Without them they wouldn’t be Chuck and Blair. They would just be like any other couple.
Call me a masochist but the ones that we love are the ones that hurt us the most. The people that we love are the ones who hold the power to break us to bits and that’s what happened with Chuck and Blair. They are two people, two souls, who have hurt each other. Chuck is the master of hurting Blair with his actions and Blair is the master of hurting Chuck with her words. The issue is that Chuck is too proud to admit that he’s hurt. We don’t see Chuck saying that his whole body hurts but somehow we know it because we know that losing Blair was losing everything that he was proud of being. Blair Waldorf represented everything that was good in him and without her he’s just the same Chuck Bass who didn’t respect anything or anyone. He’s Chuck Bass who keeps screwing up just to feel something because he has lost the only one who truly believed in him, and saw the goodness in him. Blair Waldorf doesn’t have the same problem when it comes to her feelings, as she admits that she misses Chuck and that she’s still hurting. That’s why it’s easy to call Chuck and Blair unbalanced because they are the opposite when it comes to showing emotions, and if you can’t understand Chuck or try to get him you’ll just end up tearing them apart. It’s the same if you don’t accept everything that Blair Waldorf is and every part of her. Blair Waldorf isn’t weak unless you make her weak. She’s not perfect unless you make her perfect and put her on a pedestal.
The beauty with Chuck and Blair is that they are two people who can break each other to pieces but at the same time they are the only ones who can glue the other one back together. They are like two puzzle pieces. You can try and put them somewhere else in the puzzle game and sure they’ll fit there, but when you put them together they connect and they become whole.
It’s easy to ship couples who have it easy because you don’t see the ugliness and the hurt, but at the end you’ll have to ask yourself if you want to see two people have it easy or have two people who are in a battle, but then they come together and realize that nothing can tear them apart.
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Press my nose up to the glass around your heart... You'll build your walls, well, I'm gonna tear them down. Anne ღ Golden Triplet ღ AOBS
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