prompt: We got all the memories / So much more we can see / Better than our first kiss / Snow falling at Christmas / Like sleeping in on Sunday / Laughter we never faked / Bob Marley in Summer / One love for each other
prompt: You were unnervingly delicate And I had a weakness for etiquette You laid a trail that led straight to your door And I could resist but it was hard to ignore
There isn’t much logic to that. He hit the scene after she hit puberty, after all, and things like daddy issues and penchants for mischief go back to childhood. But still - sometimes he remembers Blair Waldorf glowering at him on the doorstep in a nightgown with a neckline so high you would’ve thought she belonged to a convent, watching the way Serena was hanging around his neck, he remembers leave her the hell alone -
And maybe he should have. You know?
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Carter sees a lot of himself in that silly little teenager with the girly laugh and legs that should be illegal at her age. He sees someone whose future plans correspond with his own: this is what I will not be, never mind what I will
( ... )
They’re in bed on the evening of her thirtieth birthday; Carter’s pretending to read the paper, Serena’s got her knees pulled to her chest, staring at nothing. She looks over at him and tells him that she’s okay.
He feels caught, like she knows that he’s been raiding every drawer, counting every pill.
Then she says, You can go.
She looks so young to him right then, her face scrubbed clean of makeup and her chin on her knee.
I don’t want to, he finally says, and that’s the third time in his life that Serena ever cries in front of him
( ... )
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prompt: We got all the memories / So much more we can see / Better than our first kiss / Snow falling at Christmas / Like sleeping in on Sunday / Laughter we never faked / Bob Marley in Summer / One love for each other
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You were unnervingly delicate
And I had a weakness for etiquette
You laid a trail that led straight to your door
And I could resist but it was hard to ignore
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prompt: you and i, it had to be the standing joke of the year.
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I will be back for this.
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He blames himself for Serena, sometimes.
There isn’t much logic to that. He hit the scene after she hit puberty, after all, and things like daddy issues and penchants for mischief go back to childhood. But still - sometimes he remembers Blair Waldorf glowering at him on the doorstep in a nightgown with a neckline so high you would’ve thought she belonged to a convent, watching the way Serena was hanging around his neck, he remembers leave her the hell alone -
And maybe he should have. You know?
-
Carter sees a lot of himself in that silly little teenager with the girly laugh and legs that should be illegal at her age. He sees someone whose future plans correspond with his own: this is what I will not be, never mind what I will ( ... )
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They’re in bed on the evening of her thirtieth birthday; Carter’s pretending to read the paper, Serena’s got her knees pulled to her chest, staring at nothing. She looks over at him and tells him that she’s okay.
He feels caught, like she knows that he’s been raiding every drawer, counting every pill.
Then she says, You can go.
She looks so young to him right then, her face scrubbed clean of makeup and her chin on her knee.
I don’t want to, he finally says, and that’s the third time in his life that Serena ever cries in front of him ( ... )
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