So I'm back with a new story. This little fic has been stuck in my head for awhile, so I decided to type it up. It's a drabble of sorts, though not really. A short little B/N/S one-shot. It's Book-verse with some characteristics of TV-verse. Tell me what you think okay?
Summary: Because, Nate muses, Serena is a goddess and Blair is a princess...
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Serena is a goddess and Blair is a princess.
There isn't a doubt that Serena van der Woodsen is the most gorgeous girl anyone has ever laid eyes on. She has tall, lithesome limbs and a skinny figure with curves and mile long legs. She's long and lean and taut and ethereal. Her hair is long in golden blonde wisps, like a halo that shines like gold when the light hits it. Her navy blue eyes are so wide and so mysterious. Her lips are full and luscious and oh-so pink. Her face is remarkable and glowing. Her beauty is beyond this world. It's effortless.
Everyone knows that Blair Waldorf is the most perfect being to grace the world. She is petite with a small, skinny frame. She is toned and tiny and coiffed and waifish and flawed. Which makes her real and perfect. Her hair is long and wavy, no longer the curly, chestnut brown. On top of her pretty little head is a dainty, little headband, her signature item perfectly in place. Her eyes are doe-like and deep, brown, expressive and bright. Her lips are ruby red and kissable. Her face is pretty and fox-like. Her beauty is delicate, of little, porcelain China dolls. It's flawless.
Serena is defined by her beauty. She's Serena van der Woodsen. She is beauty incarnate. Everyone knows that.
Blair is defined by her perfection. She's Blair Waldorf. She is without flaws. There is no doubt.
But behind Serena's beauty, there is a lost girl who wants more.
Behind Blair's perfection, there is a broken girl who needs more.
Serena is whimsical. She does what she wants, when she wants. She is flighty and flakey but that's what makes her Serena van der Woodsen.
She is like water and she changes and adapts to life and just flows.
She is mysterious. She just feels. She is all smiles and happiness which masks her wistful and sad nature.
Because she is Serena van der Woosen and she is wild and crazy and spontaneous.
She just wants to fly.
Everything is handed to her on a silver platter and she coasts through life. Everything is effortless. But she wants more.
Blair is calculating. She plots and she schemes. She is prim and proper and sophisticated, without a hair out of place because that is what is expected of Blair Waldorf.
She is like fire, passionate and scorching, leaving everything ablaze.
She is fragile. She hides behind fabulous clothes and well-thought plans. She hides behind fabulous clothes and well-thought plans.
Because she is Blair Waldorf and she is pristine and immaculate and perfect.
But all she wants is to be loved.
She is second-best and second place. She has to work hard for what she wants, and she rarely gets it. Life is just unfair and ironic. Because the more perfect she strives to be, the more broken she becomes. And she's left needing more.
Serena is a goddess. She's alluring and enticing. She's mesmerizing and enchanting. She puts everyone under her spell. She's like a drug and Nate is addicted to her.
Blair is a princess. She's bossy and demanding. She's perfect and organized. She's a little crazy and she's waiting for that prince to sweep her off of her feet, not noticing that she's won the hearts of many lesser knights. She's like the air and Nate just needs her.
And Nate is stuck in the familiar dilemma. Because, he muses, Serena is a goddess and Blair is a princess.