Drabbles - Possession
title: Possession
character/pairing: Blair/Jack
rating: PG13
author's notes/warnings: 3 different drabbles that tie together for gossip_girl100
She's stopped sleeping at night, feel of blunt nails making their way up her inner thigh.
Retching,she brushes back dull hair with a small sigh.
His breath is still a faint whisper upon her back, his lips chapped, rough.
Eyes rim black in the creeping sunlight of morning and she smiles.
She lets out a squeak of laughter that never reaches her eyes, hasn't done that in years.
He's her own personal demon; kills her to know it.
A siren that crumbled under the weight of her own desires.
Every time she purges; she hates herself a little more.
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He still tastes her on his lips as he slowly sips out of the flute of champagne.
People chatter around him, he chooses to ignore it as he sneaks away into his study.
She turns, eyes dark; lips red and soft against his own.
Curls tumble down her shoulder, wrap around his hands as glass smashes to ground.
Rage; familiar companion, consumes him and his hand smacks across her face.
She tumbles to the ground, a small sigh escaping her lips. Eyes are dull and lifeless, money dangling in her sight.
"Be her," he whispered, his face on her shoulder.
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"I hate you," she whispers, thin and lifeless.
He smiles, desperate to only hold her; breathe her in until she gasped for air and screamed for more.
A simple shrug and she blows at a disgusted breath.
Her whole body is shaking from being so close to him, she wants to fall and retch.
Get everything bad out of her and hope he'd leave with it.
She can't sleep, feels like she hasn't slept for years.
He spends every night dreaming of her, pale skin that bruised so quickly under his grasp.
Wants to bruise her, mark her; possess her.
character/pairing: Blair/Jack
rating: PG13
author's notes/warnings: 3 different drabbles that tie together for gossip_girl100
She's stopped sleeping at night, feel of blunt nails making their way up her inner thigh.
Retching,she brushes back dull hair with a small sigh.
His breath is still a faint whisper upon her back, his lips chapped, rough.
Eyes rim black in the creeping sunlight of morning and she smiles.
She lets out a squeak of laughter that never reaches her eyes, hasn't done that in years.
He's her own personal demon; kills her to know it.
A siren that crumbled under the weight of her own desires.
Every time she purges; she hates herself a little more.
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He still tastes her on his lips as he slowly sips out of the flute of champagne.
People chatter around him, he chooses to ignore it as he sneaks away into his study.
She turns, eyes dark; lips red and soft against his own.
Curls tumble down her shoulder, wrap around his hands as glass smashes to ground.
Rage; familiar companion, consumes him and his hand smacks across her face.
She tumbles to the ground, a small sigh escaping her lips. Eyes are dull and lifeless, money dangling in her sight.
"Be her," he whispered, his face on her shoulder.
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"I hate you," she whispers, thin and lifeless.
He smiles, desperate to only hold her; breathe her in until she gasped for air and screamed for more.
A simple shrug and she blows at a disgusted breath.
Her whole body is shaking from being so close to him, she wants to fall and retch.
Get everything bad out of her and hope he'd leave with it.
She can't sleep, feels like she hasn't slept for years.
He spends every night dreaming of her, pale skin that bruised so quickly under his grasp.
Wants to bruise her, mark her; possess her.