drabbles for gossip_girl100 prompt#o4.Music
Music
young!Rufus/Lily : PG
She smirks as their gazes meet.
It's the first moment she sees him that she knows.
Wildly shaking her body to the guitar, she smirks as their gazes meet.
"Rufus Humphrey," his voice is hoarse and tired.
She recalls wondering if that's how he sounds after sex.
She smiles, tilts her head and laughs.
Tossing back blond hair, she wraps her arms around his waist.
If he's taken by surprise, he won't show it.
"I've always loved musicians," is her only reply as she makes sure to kiss him.
He smiles against her lips, and she walks away.
Looking back over her shoulder, she hears music.
Gifts
Blair/Dan : PG13
Glancing up, she forces a tight smile.
She stares at the package with disdain.
Glancing up, she forces a tight smile.
"This is...a wonderful gift." she mutters.
He rolls his eyes, diminishing the space between them as their lips meet.
"Appreciate the gift Blair. You'll always think of me, right?" he whispers, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
The smile turns real as she shoves him down onto his bed.
He gazes up, eyes dark.
Her birthday present falls to the ground, and soft twinkling music fills the room.
"You actually are cute Humphrey," she murmurs, pulling off her shirt.
She likes her gifts.
Skirt
Blair/Jack : PG13
His hand covers hers.
It's sweet music to his ears.
A symphony of violins.
Her eyes dull over, he follows her into the bathroom.
His hand covers hers.
"Let me," a flick of his wrist and water starts it's steady beat.
The tempo increases, his thumb traces the curve of her spine as she vomits.
"Oh Blair, such sweet moments we steal away," he murmurs into the small of her back.
Her sobbing only grows louder.
His lips touch pale flesh, she jumps.
Her fingers scrape along the toilet seat.
Another instrument to his twisted song.
She screams.
His hand travels up her skirt.
Stops
Blair/Jack : PG13
Shakes her hard.
When he was younger, he used to hurt himself.
His father said only women cut.
So he turned to hurting others, their cries drowned out by his favorite opera.
He sees himself in her, both physically and mentally.
He cradles her face between his palms, trying to control the laughter bubbling out of his throat.
A sick, sick laughter he pretends is the final act.
“I loved you,” he rasps, dry cracked lips kissing hers.
He forces her mouth open, swims in her tears.
He shakes her when she doesn’t speak.
Shakes her hard.
His music stops; she’ll stay silent.
Breaks
Blair/Chuck : PG13
He stills, something breaks.
He stills, something breaks.
She falls apart in front of him, dry coughs racking her body.
He forgets the tickets for the musical.
“Something happened, I can’t even look at you,” she whispers.
Gravity takes hold and she falls to the ground.
He kneels down besides her, not worrying about expense silk.
“It can’t be that bad, not after what I’ve done,” he replies.
He hates when she doesn’t smile.
She shakes her head, struggles not to flinch from his touch.
“Lily’s not the only one your uncle cornered,” she whispers.
His breath stops.
“I couldn’t get away Chuck.”
Fire
Chuck and Jack : PG13
The music comes to a stop.
He storms into the office, door slamming against the new paint.
The music comes to a stop.
“What did you do to her!” he shouts, gun held firmly.
The womanprostitute gives a shout, her hands up.
This is a rash decision for him.
Can’t stand the thought of him touching her.
The man raises an eyebrow, smirk held firmly in place.
“Anything she wanted, even if she didn’t know,” he whispered, chin resting on an open palm.
All he sees is angry fire that calls to him in a siren’s song.
He gasps a deep breath.
Bang.
Pound
Blair/Chuck : PG13
She screams at him...
She screams at him, her hand an angry imprint across his face.
She crumples to the ground; her kingdom falls apart.
“I didn’t need that! What am I supposed to do?” she screamed, voice cracking.
He stares at her through the thick glass, presses his hand against it.
She breaks into dry cries, storms out of the prison door.
He shuts after her, yells for her to come back.
If this were a romance movie, quiet chords would begin to play.
The heroine would accept her fate.
She screams at the guards; beats on their chest.
There’s no music.
Cry
Chuck : PG14
He won't ever cry.
In here, he’s a spoiled little boy playing king.
He learns it’s not the same.
Lying in bed at night, he stares up at the bleak peeling ceiling.
Men scream; men moan in a sick way that he pretends is a wonderful song.
Clenching his eyes shut; he won’t cry.
He did this for her, all for her.
The lower bunk moves; he struggles not to flinch.
His family is a family of brave men.
Who’ve never been to prison; never overpowered.
A hand on his knee; he gags.
Men scream in the night; music.
He won’t ever cry.
Letter
Blair and Serena : PG13
She doesn't read a single one.
She turns to the music of ice dancing around a glass.
Filled to the brim with scotch, rum (whatever she can get her hands on).
Letters arrive everyday, the sound of envelopes opening a steady beat.
She doesn't read a single one.
"Stop doing this to yourself!" Serena screams, holding thin wrists.
The woman before her can barely stand, let alone understand why everyone's concerned.
A smile and she stumbles away, leans against the wall.
"Shut up, shut up! Go away," she shrieks, voice cracking.
Eyes clench shut, she screams over and over.
The scotch is welcome fire.
Burns everything.
Later
Blair/Chuck, Serena : PG13
He cries.
It feels like it's been eight years.
Well it's only been seven.
He expects her to be there, waiting.
Like always.
Instead an older blond perches on the wooden bench, listening to an outdated Ipod.
She looks up, grim smile on her face.
"Oh brother, you look the same!" she says, voice thick.
He doesn't.
Scars line and dot his body, one slashes across his cheek.
"I knew she wouldn't wait. Why would she?" he whispers.
A car door slams shut.
"Great faith Bass." she calls, running to him.
He pulls her closer; kisses her.
Seven years later.
He cries.
Normal
Agnes/Jenny : PG13
She calls it being Agnes.
People call her an angry bitch.
She calls it being Agnes.
Dancing to the music, articles of clothing off to the beat.
Laughing, she leans down to extend her hand with a smile.
"Come up here, it's fun," she says.
Doesn't want to be alone.
The blond designer takes her hand.
She pulls off the teen's sweater, throws it into the crowd.
Her lips dangle dangerously close to shining lips.
People cheer.
She feels high.
Pulls together her courage and kisses Jenny.
Fiercely as if it's the first and last time.
The blond shoves away.
She leaves.
Agnes ignores the pain.
It's normal.
Breathes In
Agnes/Blair : PG13
Agnes had found her.
Agnes had found her.
And wasn't going to let her go.
She wanted to consume her; nothing was left.
Dancing to music slowly; stripping off clothes.
Curls fell onto pale skin.
She was caught in a web.
Her mouth felt dry when she introduced herself.
Thumping music; her heart skips several beats.
Eyes flutter shut, she can't breathe.
Coke and pheromones; a lethal combination.
Tipping forward, she's certain to grab onto soft silk.
Clutches tight, breathes her in.
She smells like sweat and perfume.
She falls to the ground and the teen's pulled away.
"Blair...you were great out there."
young!Rufus/Lily : PG
She smirks as their gazes meet.
It's the first moment she sees him that she knows.
Wildly shaking her body to the guitar, she smirks as their gazes meet.
"Rufus Humphrey," his voice is hoarse and tired.
She recalls wondering if that's how he sounds after sex.
She smiles, tilts her head and laughs.
Tossing back blond hair, she wraps her arms around his waist.
If he's taken by surprise, he won't show it.
"I've always loved musicians," is her only reply as she makes sure to kiss him.
He smiles against her lips, and she walks away.
Looking back over her shoulder, she hears music.
Gifts
Blair/Dan : PG13
Glancing up, she forces a tight smile.
She stares at the package with disdain.
Glancing up, she forces a tight smile.
"This is...a wonderful gift." she mutters.
He rolls his eyes, diminishing the space between them as their lips meet.
"Appreciate the gift Blair. You'll always think of me, right?" he whispers, lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
The smile turns real as she shoves him down onto his bed.
He gazes up, eyes dark.
Her birthday present falls to the ground, and soft twinkling music fills the room.
"You actually are cute Humphrey," she murmurs, pulling off her shirt.
She likes her gifts.
Skirt
Blair/Jack : PG13
His hand covers hers.
It's sweet music to his ears.
A symphony of violins.
Her eyes dull over, he follows her into the bathroom.
His hand covers hers.
"Let me," a flick of his wrist and water starts it's steady beat.
The tempo increases, his thumb traces the curve of her spine as she vomits.
"Oh Blair, such sweet moments we steal away," he murmurs into the small of her back.
Her sobbing only grows louder.
His lips touch pale flesh, she jumps.
Her fingers scrape along the toilet seat.
Another instrument to his twisted song.
She screams.
His hand travels up her skirt.
Stops
Blair/Jack : PG13
Shakes her hard.
When he was younger, he used to hurt himself.
His father said only women cut.
So he turned to hurting others, their cries drowned out by his favorite opera.
He sees himself in her, both physically and mentally.
He cradles her face between his palms, trying to control the laughter bubbling out of his throat.
A sick, sick laughter he pretends is the final act.
“I loved you,” he rasps, dry cracked lips kissing hers.
He forces her mouth open, swims in her tears.
He shakes her when she doesn’t speak.
Shakes her hard.
His music stops; she’ll stay silent.
Breaks
Blair/Chuck : PG13
He stills, something breaks.
He stills, something breaks.
She falls apart in front of him, dry coughs racking her body.
He forgets the tickets for the musical.
“Something happened, I can’t even look at you,” she whispers.
Gravity takes hold and she falls to the ground.
He kneels down besides her, not worrying about expense silk.
“It can’t be that bad, not after what I’ve done,” he replies.
He hates when she doesn’t smile.
She shakes her head, struggles not to flinch from his touch.
“Lily’s not the only one your uncle cornered,” she whispers.
His breath stops.
“I couldn’t get away Chuck.”
Fire
Chuck and Jack : PG13
The music comes to a stop.
He storms into the office, door slamming against the new paint.
The music comes to a stop.
“What did you do to her!” he shouts, gun held firmly.
The womanprostitute gives a shout, her hands up.
This is a rash decision for him.
Can’t stand the thought of him touching her.
The man raises an eyebrow, smirk held firmly in place.
“Anything she wanted, even if she didn’t know,” he whispered, chin resting on an open palm.
All he sees is angry fire that calls to him in a siren’s song.
He gasps a deep breath.
Bang.
Pound
Blair/Chuck : PG13
She screams at him...
She screams at him, her hand an angry imprint across his face.
She crumples to the ground; her kingdom falls apart.
“I didn’t need that! What am I supposed to do?” she screamed, voice cracking.
He stares at her through the thick glass, presses his hand against it.
She breaks into dry cries, storms out of the prison door.
He shuts after her, yells for her to come back.
If this were a romance movie, quiet chords would begin to play.
The heroine would accept her fate.
She screams at the guards; beats on their chest.
There’s no music.
Cry
Chuck : PG14
He won't ever cry.
In here, he’s a spoiled little boy playing king.
He learns it’s not the same.
Lying in bed at night, he stares up at the bleak peeling ceiling.
Men scream; men moan in a sick way that he pretends is a wonderful song.
Clenching his eyes shut; he won’t cry.
He did this for her, all for her.
The lower bunk moves; he struggles not to flinch.
His family is a family of brave men.
Who’ve never been to prison; never overpowered.
A hand on his knee; he gags.
Men scream in the night; music.
He won’t ever cry.
Letter
Blair and Serena : PG13
She doesn't read a single one.
She turns to the music of ice dancing around a glass.
Filled to the brim with scotch, rum (whatever she can get her hands on).
Letters arrive everyday, the sound of envelopes opening a steady beat.
She doesn't read a single one.
"Stop doing this to yourself!" Serena screams, holding thin wrists.
The woman before her can barely stand, let alone understand why everyone's concerned.
A smile and she stumbles away, leans against the wall.
"Shut up, shut up! Go away," she shrieks, voice cracking.
Eyes clench shut, she screams over and over.
The scotch is welcome fire.
Burns everything.
Later
Blair/Chuck, Serena : PG13
He cries.
It feels like it's been eight years.
Well it's only been seven.
He expects her to be there, waiting.
Like always.
Instead an older blond perches on the wooden bench, listening to an outdated Ipod.
She looks up, grim smile on her face.
"Oh brother, you look the same!" she says, voice thick.
He doesn't.
Scars line and dot his body, one slashes across his cheek.
"I knew she wouldn't wait. Why would she?" he whispers.
A car door slams shut.
"Great faith Bass." she calls, running to him.
He pulls her closer; kisses her.
Seven years later.
He cries.
Normal
Agnes/Jenny : PG13
She calls it being Agnes.
People call her an angry bitch.
She calls it being Agnes.
Dancing to the music, articles of clothing off to the beat.
Laughing, she leans down to extend her hand with a smile.
"Come up here, it's fun," she says.
Doesn't want to be alone.
The blond designer takes her hand.
She pulls off the teen's sweater, throws it into the crowd.
Her lips dangle dangerously close to shining lips.
People cheer.
She feels high.
Pulls together her courage and kisses Jenny.
Fiercely as if it's the first and last time.
The blond shoves away.
She leaves.
Agnes ignores the pain.
It's normal.
Breathes In
Agnes/Blair : PG13
Agnes had found her.
Agnes had found her.
And wasn't going to let her go.
She wanted to consume her; nothing was left.
Dancing to music slowly; stripping off clothes.
Curls fell onto pale skin.
She was caught in a web.
Her mouth felt dry when she introduced herself.
Thumping music; her heart skips several beats.
Eyes flutter shut, she can't breathe.
Coke and pheromones; a lethal combination.
Tipping forward, she's certain to grab onto soft silk.
Clutches tight, breathes her in.
She smells like sweat and perfume.
She falls to the ground and the teen's pulled away.
"Blair...you were great out there."