𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 / ＵＰ ！

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gcxrgina‌:

it was like the events from the new year’s party were months prior, when in reality it’s been a few days. days filled with anxiety, doubt and the chest tightening feeling of immense guilt. ava must be so happy right now, looking down at georgie.. or, well– up. the blonde van buren has spent the whole morning tidying up the mess she has caused in her apartment- most of the canvases were hidden in her bedroom, the most visible paint stains she managed to clean up and she almost felt calm and collected, until she fished in her pocket to take out her phone and check the time, realizing caspian should come soon. what was she thinking inviting him over when her penthouse and well.. life was a whole, unreversible mess. and she was not even the slightest bit worried about him seeing a few paint stains that she’d have handled once her artistic burst is over, but instead, it was the mess inside her that was making her pace around the kitchen- wondering if she should change her clothes or not. was she really about to tell him about the most traumatic night of her life? she wanted to, but while her demons were calm and quiet, letting her enjoy caspian at the party- right now they were rioting, causing havoc and a killer headache. “what the hell am i doing?” the van buren murmured to herself before stepping closer to the fridge to pour herself a glass of water and take a sip in an attempt to calm herself down. “so what if he finds out? what’s the worst that could happen?” the girl asked, a moment of silence following shortly after when she realized she was indeed talking to herself. “i have gone completely mad.” she admitted with a sigh and left the glass on the kitchen counter to walk towards the huge sofa in the nearby living room and let her body fall down on it- wanting to rest for just a second and have her mind calm down for maybe a moment. lord knows how caspian could react and georgina sure as hell was not ready to talk- but if he asked, if it comes down to choosing between lying and being honest with him, she was going to suck it up and finally admit to the man she loves that she is indeed messed up. 

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IT’S TAKING EVERYTHING IN HIM TO HOLD BACK from pinching himself and actually believe that the past few days were reality. he’s not a romantic. has convinced himself over years with accompanying eye-rolls as his closest friends got into cutesy relationships that he is NOT a romantic. romance is for the weak. for cinema and not for real life. yet, that afternoon as he’s heading over to see georgie for the umpteenth time in just a few days, he finds himself following his feet into a florist just to buy her a bouquet of flowers. resisted when the pretty shop girl had effortlessly twirled her hair around her finger as she had leant over the glass counter in an offering of more than just lillies. because it’s different now. like all those mopey love songs he’d scoffed at make sense as he hums one to himself as he makes his way to georgina’s apartment, it’s as if he’s seeing in life in technicolour for the first time. the grey, dirtied sidewalks of new york illuminated in daylight for the first time without the aid of a drug, only being highlighted further as he greets the building’s doorman on the way up the elevator. ever so chipper. even if his returning to los angeles looms in the background to their every meeting. he tries his best to rein himself in before knocking at her door. standing outside for a second with his phone in hand to drop her a message instead of knocking just in case she’s painting and can’t hear the door. sure, they’ve come so far as admitting they love one another, but what if he scares her off now by looking over-eager? what if she runs back to italy as he’s throwing himself in too deep? hiding the purple tiger lilies behind his back, he texts her with his free hand, ‘you know it just dawned on me that the last time i was here like this you said you were gonna burn my jacket.’ he tilts his head fondly as he looks at his screen before sending one more message, ‘that means i’m outside ur door btw.’ 

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gcxrgina‌:

her eyes finally open to look at the man before her- the caspian she longed for this whole time. the only individual in this universe that was able to break her apart and assembly all the pieces back together- and he held the key to her heart, mind, and body but she wasn’t scared that it was in his possession. for the first time in her life she was ready and willing to give herself.. to give him– to give them a chance. the way he stumbled over his own words made a little smile creep it’s way onto georgina’s features while she continued to listen to his words, gaze full and warm with admiration for the man before her. it’s almost like they shared the same soul. and when the three little words left his mouth, so did the air out of her lungs and her face lit up in red. the van buren couldn’t move- she just stared at him and her mouth got dry. she’s heard these words before, but for the first time they made her heart beat faster and she felt her legs getting weak. she knew he loved her- and caspian knew the van buren loved him back but hearing him say it. out loud. “i think i love you too.” she whispered out, gaze not moving away from his face when she couldn’t believe she let these words slip with such confidence. a smirk crawled it’s way up over her red lips and she could say she was truly happy in this moment, but suddenly- her gaze got wet with what could be described as sorrow when she realized she had to be honest with him. she had to let him know of that one thing that was to blame for everything that is wrong with her. georgina was scared of his reaction and millions of questions flew inside her head- what if he leaves, what if he hates me, what if he snitches on me, what if he’s disappointed. a pair of sad caramel orbs, search for caspian’s brown hues, “cas,” she lets out softly, while her demons begged her not to let him know of the skeleton in her closet, and like that, a chant was spread around the building- like the universe was plotting alongside her demons. so rudely interrupted, georgina jerked her head towards the end of the hallway to see what everyone was so excited about when she realized it’s a minute to midnight. saved by the bell. she shacked her head and looked back at the sinclair heir with a little smile, trying her best to mask the terrified look in her eyes. “wanna kiss me this new year’s as well?” she asked, her grin now on full display, she did her best to kick her thoughts of earlier in the furthest place in her head because now she wanted to enjoy caspian’s company as much as possible. as much as it lasted– deciding to let him in on her biggest secret.. another time.

HE’S A PART OF HER AS MUCH AS SHE’S A PART OF HIM. he’s confident of that now. georgina van buren who he’d always had a snide remark for whenever he entered the van buren household growing up to visit tate or her sister. who he’d hate fucked into a sofa of a trailer when they’d worked together. yet, somehow over time, she’d become the girl who he’d risk a criminal record for when they’d stolen a car on their first date, and maybe he should have taken it as a sign of things to come. that he’d risk his world for just a single moment of her time. all she’d have to do is ask him to jump, and he’d forever be asking how high. “you do?” his breath catches in his throat as she repeats the words back to him, a soft, genuine smile lighting up his features at the affirmation as he takes their moment of silence to press a hurried kiss to her lips; not even having a chance to notice the sorrow that briefly crossed her face. too giddy on the excitement of being accepted. of being loved. pulling away, his grin is ever-so noticeable, so at the mention of his name falling from her lips he’s half-expecting her to continue on the moment, looking at her just as eagerly as a child on christmas morning, as he feels like - however belated - he’s just received the best present in the world. his mind is racing as he waits for her to continue, the booming sound of a countdown heard in the background as instead of looking back at the year he’s looking forward. introducing her to his grandma. showing her his apartment in the hollywood hills and ordering in take-out. taking bill on walks through the park. sitting in her company and just watching her paint. more events just like this, sneaking away to be in her company and pressing lots and lots more hurried kisses to her lips. just savouring every moment of her being with him. “i wanna kiss you every new year’s,” he states in response so confidently as the clock continues to countdown the final seconds to midnight. and he’s EVER so confident about this now. sure it’s her. sure this is the time that the universe will finally allow them to be. and if means changing, he’s willing to. for her. if she’s the reward at the end, he’d be willing to do anything. “those lips? all mine now, my love.” now that he’s confessed it, he’s getting a bit of a kick out of, dancing slightly from foot to foot with a cheshire cat grin. “won’t be able to tear me away from you even if you tried,” he adds. voice slightly huskier as he clasps her hands tighter in his own, leaning in as the clock strikes midnight to place a lingering kiss on her lips. “happy new year, gigi.” 

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gcxrgina‌:

his harsh pull back to reality made her flustered for maybe a second, making her take a deep breath, eyes fluttering open when she dares to look at him and listen to his words. he was vulnerable, open- letting her sneak in and take a look at just how much he’s been wronged before she stepped into his life and suddenly the fire started warming her heart, her soul, her whole entire being. caspian’s question turned georgina’s stomach upside down- realizing just how bad it must’ve hit him when she left a couple of months ago, without saying a word and leaving him wondering if their already confusing relationship was to blame. the fact that he needed the affirmation almost broke her heart. “i’ll still be yours.” she almost whispered out, the fire now completely put out, only the smoke and the warmth that was radiating from her giving out his past existence. a slim hand reaches out to cup caspian’s face- a gentle, loving gesture with which georgina wanted to plant in his mind the little words she was still too scared herself to let out, but she was sure he already knew they were there, lingering between them. “hm?” she only let out softly, as to encourage him to let his words out, only to be left almost frozen in place when he opened his mouth. caramel orbs now widening, staring at the male in front of her. her leg fell down, almost hitting the wall behind her as her breath hitched. she could feel her heart beating faster in a way she’s never felt before and all of a sudden the previously fierce and unapologetic van buren was now feeling like a school-girl, desperately trying to keep her calm while the man she loved poured his heart and soul in front of her- well, in his own unique caspian way. but she knew him, oh lord, just how well- and that’s exactly why the redness over her cheeks and nose was now on full display while she listened to the words she so desperately needed to hear all this time. allowing herself to receive the kisses he was so willing to offer “i–” she tried to let out but he cut her off in a kiss that made all her doubts disappear for a while before she pulls away gently, eyes searching his brown hues with a gaze full of adoration and questions. “but i–” she started, the clumsiness of her words stopping her to shake her head and try to sort them out. she was good at spilling everything in the heat of the moment but right now when she got him this close, this willing to talk and to let her in.. she didn’t want to run. not this time. “caspian..” she let out, his name almost like a prayer in her mouth when she let her forehead lean against his and the blonde let out a sigh. “i– hm.. i never thought i’d say this.. to anyone,” she shacked her head slowly, “don’t break my heart..” she pleaded, eyes squeezed shut as for the first time she let herself be this open and honest, even with the person she’s been nothing but real with. “do whatever you want with it- it’s yours.. just don’t.. don’t break it.” maybe she completely ruined the lust-induced lucid dream they were experiencing just moments ago but while her head was still resting against his she knew she would have never had the courage to say these words if they were not said out loud now. 

WITH HER HAND TOUCHING HIS CHEEK, HIS GAZE PIERCES HERS. convinced that all the answers he’s looking for somehow lie within georgina van buren’s eyes. and it’s oh so easy as he looks into those all-too-familiar shades of brown to convince himself that it’ll be different this time. that he’s come back from los angeles a changed man - successful, using alcohol less to compensate for his problems - a man that was worthy of her attention; for however a short period it would be that he was in new york. “you will always be mine.” he repeats back at her quietly, although this time it’s less of a question than affirming her answer to him - a confirmation that he wasn’t going to let her slip from his fingers any time soon. not if he could help it. a promise that he was no longer going to run away from whatever had been blossoming between them over the course of an entire year. that he’s willing to accept them as they are. as soon as she’s said the word ‘but’ his heart catches in his mouth, prepared for her to ultimately reject him, his feet feeling lighter as he prepares himself to take off. but the words never come. maybe it’s because he shares her clumsiness over his own feelings as he tries to rifle through them so desperately, but her uncertainty reassures him. reminds him that they’re both as new to this as the other. “i won’t break your heart.” he promises quickly, squeezing her hand tightly in his own. “i know neither of us are used to this stuff... but... i wanna try and i know that i’ve...” his tongue darts out to lick his lips, recollecting his thoughts. “i’m ruining the moment and i’ve said this shit to you before and... we’ve both fucked it in the past. but i think...” the next words come from his mouth more like a mumble than anything coherent. a ‘my-uv-ooh’ and he taps his foot a few times on the group before looking up at the ceiling momentarily. “that is... i think i lo-love you, georgina.” deciding it’s a much too vulnerable thing to admit he’s adding on within seconds, “y’know... maybe. just a little... or could just be your dress talkin’ for me and how you look tonight.” caspian sucks his bottom lip into his mouth with a small hiss to accompany the action, looking around the corridor uncertainly as it feels as if he’s just released something massive into the world that he can’t come back from. “it’s hot in here, right? like... just a little? stuffy?” what a weak attempt to reclaim the words back into his mouth. 

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gcxrgina‌:

the harsh pull of her body, made a smirk trip up her face. a brute force, showing her just how much he wanted her, needed her- and the muffled moan indicated just how willing she was to throw herself in his arms once again. big caramel orbs travel up to the most beautiful hue of brown she has ever seen and her hands figured out the way to find themselves tangled in his locks. she would fall asleep daydreaming from time to time of what could’ve it been.. if they lived in a romantic comedy- where they’d meet through her sister, they’d fall madly in love , get married and live happily ever after with their friends and families rooting for them, no turbulence down the road. but yet- her leg traveled up the side of his frame in sync with his words, searching for his hand to take and she felt her own breath hitch from the feel of his on the sensitive skin of her neck and it only made the fire inside her burn even stronger. and that’s when it hit her- they were never meant to find each other. not like this. they were never meant to intertwine their souls the way they did- and gossip girl would live for the day they get in their next fight. georgie’s father will be disappointed to see the sinclair’s heir sitting on their dining table again, this time mating with another daughter of his, and caspian’s family would most certainly find something to hate georgina for but yet.. with every step, with every breath she was his. no matter the bachelors that entered and left her bed during the time the sinclair was away, she waited to see just one text- ‘come with me.’ and it’d be enough, for her to pack her bags and follow him to the other side of the world, no questions asked. her slim hand traveled down to paint a beautiful picture of passion and love down his back, gaze full with desire. “how naive of you, cas..” she breathed out, feeling as if every word was cutting her throat open like her lips were only made to kiss his now that they’ve found each other in this position, and every second wasted talking was painful. “i thought you-you already knew i’m yours.” she confessed, pearl whites biting her crimson red lower lip, as in this moment she didn’t let herself think of tomorrow and what would happen if she had to pull out that one skeleton out her closet, she was sure would set caspian running back to la- right now she was completely devoted to the moment and feeling his body on hers- a moment she longed all this time. “in la, in new york– hell, go catch a plane to vietnam.. i’ll still be yours.” she almost whispered out, her hand now reaching to grab the back of his neck, and pulling him back to her lips, “.. no doubt about it,” she assured with a nod, before a smile lightened up her features, gaze now focused on his lips before bringing her own pair to his.

AS HIS LIPS LAY CLAIM TO EVERY INCH OF HER SKIN, GENTLY NIPPING A MARK ONTO HER NECK he can’t help but wonder what things would be like if they weren’t from the upper east-side. if gossip girl and her beady eye wasn’t there to breathe down their necks with every development in their exploration of their connection. if they were just georgina and caspian - last names omitted - two people who happened to dislike one another first; but grew attached with every similarity they discovered between them. as her leg trails up the side of his frame, he smirks onto her neck, pulling away with large, doelike, brown eyes that are filled with lust - with adoration for georgina and georgina only. caspian’s wrong about so much in his life, but not her. never her. as she calls him naive, his eyebrow raises - is she about to break his heart in the middle of a corridor? deject him and tell him that she was never his to begin with? but instead, she says what he desperately wants to hear deep down. her words make his breath hitch in his throat, staring at her for a moment - completely dumbfounded by how taken aback he was by a few simple sentences. “you’ll still be mine?” he asks in hopes of affirmation; the scared little twelve-year-old boy who had been abandoned by his mother in the middle of the night creeping into such usual confidence. he’s so used to pushing away what he desires most; replacing it with fleeting moments of affection rather than chasing something that might last and convincing himself that they count more. the last thing he’d been expecting a year ago was for her to display the amount of vulnerability in front of him in the private room of that party, when he’d given her ice for the scratches on her face that she’d gained in her fight with cynthia. and now she was proving that she was still the mature one in their whatever by doing it again. ‘then come with me when i have to go back’, he thinks to himself, but instead does his best to convey it with his eyes because it still feels like a step too far. not when she’s the one who has always taken the lead. instead, he looks down for a moment, maybe ruining the aggressive hurriedness of passion that they were sharing moments ago, but looking at their interlaced fingers and clasping her hand tightly in his own. “and... um,” caspian’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as he looks back up at her, maintaining her gaze. “wherever i go, i’ll always be yours.” it’s rare that a blush appears on caspian’s cheeks, as he conveys a confidence with every word he speaks that suggests that he’s never one to get embarrassed easily. “you’ve... uh... captured my heart, georgina.” wasn’t that cheesy? he clears his throat thinking it is; that this love stuff was all a little bit too much so he’s happy to continue kissing her, keeping the grip on her fingers as he lands another softer kiss to her lips. “every second,” he assures, kissing the corner of her mouth, “of every day.” his lips ghost over hers, leaning down to press his forehead against hers. “my head’s full of all these thoughts of nothing but you,” he says tenderly, finally allowing himself to kiss her lips once more. 

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gcxrgina‌:

new york was growing bigger and stronger from drama- obsessing over stupid things that no sane person should find interesting. and yet– here they were.. living in the centre of it all. letting the spotlight hit her with every next gossip girl blast. having their life exposed for the public to see was nothing something the van buren’s were unfamiliar with, but caspian she wanted all to herself. even now. she was selfish when it comes to him- sure, his affairs back in la, she didn’t mind but now- when his fingertips were gliding down her sides, and her lower lip was trapped between the grip of her teeth, she’d jump anyone who dares to steal his attention away from her. even though in the back of her mind she knew no one was capable of intriguing caspian, while she had her spell on him. “then give me a few hours and i can throw a welcome party you’ll have a hard time forgetting even in la.” she purred out, biting gently the soft spot of his ear, before tearing away from him- just to give him a taste of her absence and taking his hand to drag him inside once his cigarette was on the ground. “new york’s nothing without us, captain.” she said sweetly, turning to shoot the male a smile. their relationship has always been an enigma for the upper east sider’s- mainly because it was something so foreign for them that even if georgie tried to write a manual to it, it’d still be a pure mystery to everyone else. and still, her hand was holding his while she navigated him through the crowd of people, curious gazes locked on them and she could swear she saw someone taking a photo of them at this very moment. gossip girl will probably write for this tomorrow, but now- once she saw the hallway she was looking for, a blonde head turned to the side to see if they weren’t followed and her slim hand nudged him into the space, before turning towards him to crash her lips into his. a touch, a feeling she wanted no intruder to spoil. she missed him.. oh how much she did. his scent, his hands, his touch. everything about him- about them. even their fights, one she knew was peeping around the corner just now. georgina wanted nothing more- just him. and to hell with what the new yorker’s had to say. a perfectly manicured hand travels up to cup his cheek, while her lips still inspected his and with a little moan, the blonde pulled away gently to only lock her gaze with his and smile, almost childishly. “hope you’re not missing los angeles too much.” caramel orbs were now traveling up and down his face as if she was trying to memorize even the smallest detail on his skin, almost paranoid he will disappear tomorrow morning.

THERE’S NOT A COMPLAINT TO LEAVE HIS MOUTH as georgina takes his hand in hers and drags him inside the party. instead, his face is lit up with a smirk as his only action is a gentle nod of acknowledgement to a few friends lingering by the door - clearly curious to see if georgina and his reunion would end in sparks or flames. “without us, huh?” he asks, raising a brow at her question playfully. was there a them? he supposes, in whatever twisted non-verbally committed way, there was. it may not be the stuff that upper-east side fairytales are made of, but that’s what made it unique. made it theirs. caspian’s life in los angeles consisted of a long, nameless, queue of people he would bring to bed with him, but his heart always remained in new york. or italy when georgina had been there. in reality, it would probably follow her wherever she went. it had baffled him a year ago, but now he accepts it; accepts that it’s her who he was looking forward to coming home to. 

usually, he has an abundance of curiosity, but surprisingly - for once - there’s a distinct lack of it in him as he allows himself to be dragged through the crowd; his eyes never wandering from her figure. he takes the time where her eyes aren’t on his to slowly take her in, remind himself that yes this is happening and isn’t just the result of falling asleep in a drunken stupor. not like it had been many a time when he fell asleep after a party in la. he’s about to open his mouth ( likely to say something stupid because when is he with eloquence in his speech? ) as they reach their destination, but instead her lips quickly find his in the darkened corridor and every thought of his is rendered obsolete. leaving him to focus on the feeling as his hands gently land on her lower back, pulling her rather roughly towards him in the kiss. in all accounts on gossip girl, and probably on the lips of any refined socialite, they were a disaster. yet, all he wants in the moment is her. caspian’s almost about to grumble that she pulls away from his lips to begin with, but then her words coax a gentle laugh from his lips, “careful there. you might hear something you won’t like,” his gaze pierces hers, trying to keep his mouth as straight-lined as he can as he adds a sense of seriousness to it. all before leaning in closer to her ear to whisper, “like how i still miss the city very much, but...” his lips ghost the lobe of her ear as he trails down to her neck, gently kissing the skin. “i miss you being mine even more.” 

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gcxrgina‌:

the mention of their new year’s kiss made a little smile shine on her perfectly painted features, following the shaking of her head. georgina was uncertain about most things she throws herself in but this rollercoaster she was not the slightest bit worried to ride. there was a twisted certainty in caspian that she could never explain, but what was enough for her it was that she understands it. will this be the man she’d build her legacy with one day? only the lord knows. but what both her and the sinclair heir could be sure about was the fact that no matter what the universe threw in their face they could always count on each other. a disbelieving glance, filled with humour lands over caspian’s features when hannah’s careful nursing is mentioned. it’s not that georgina didn’t approve of their friendship- if she had to be honest, she couldn’t care for it less. any relationship of caspian’s other than the one he and georgie shared, did not interest the blonde in the slightest. however, she never took his best-friend as anything more than irresponsible so the statement only pulled a chuckle out of her lips. “i most certainly hope so.” she let out sweetly, both a truthful statement and an incline. “upper east siders? drama-free?” the blonde laughed out, finding the statement truly hilarious. “please— i guess i’m just not interested in their business anymore.” she shrugged, shaking her head while her glance was still travelling from face to face. and while it was true she missed the old bunch of fucked-up young adults she’d share her days with just a year ago. now the city was dull, even empty without them around. his words made her head snap in his direction, her gaze igniting in what could be described as mischief, a sly smirk visible when she moved the flute to her red lips to take in the last sip of champagne left in it and handing it back to the passing waiter. “facts.” she purred out, the forces keeping her ability to resist herself from jumping into old habits completely helpless at the moment. taking a few steps closer, the blonde let herself scan the male better, from head to toe before returning her caramel orbs back to his beautiful brown eyes. he was able to bring out the best and worst out of her, making her jump in and out of her skin constantly and when worse came to worse, she loved to push him to the point of almost losing his sanity. why? because nothing about their relationship was healthy, sane or normal... “and i can’t tell you just how excited i am to have this conversation with you right now.” ..but she wouldn’t want it any other way. her graceful and perfectly manicured hand moves up to caress his shoulder gently and her blonde head moved closer to his ear. “welcome back, caspian sinclair— you’ve been missed.” she whispered softly, her whole body radiating fire while she sang her siren song, wanting to pull the sinclair’s heir into her trap again, for as long as their souls desired.

CASPIAN CAN’T HELP BUT NOTICE THE SMALL SMILE ON GEORGINA’S FEATURES AS HE MENTIONS THEIR KISS. it’s enough to make one of his own appear on his lips, humoured by the idea that if he’s lucky, he’ll get to repeat that small action tonight. hopefully this time without the pressure of gossip girl breathing down his neck. there had been a time earlier in the year where his feelings for georgina terrified him. where he’d wanted to run away to italy like she had and just forget about the girl’s existence entirely. but ever since they’d had that conversation back in march, he hasn’t been able to deny that gigi has some kind of hold over him. that he cares about her and how she’s doing. he can’t help but chuckle at her critique of upper-east siders, ‘mmm’ing in agreement, “touche,” he comments with a grin, finally dropping his cigarette to the ground as it nears the end and stubbing it out quickly with his foot. the day the upper-east side was ever drama-free would be the day money left it entirely... and since that showed no sign of slowing down, he had a gut feeling it would never happen. “you’re not interested in their business?” caspian teases her, raising a brow before feigning a gasp. “shit georgie, you’re telling me you’re NOT holding onto your seat just waiting for the latest update as to whether ana and her mopey-ass boyfriend have broken up again?” another light laugh slips past his lips; honestly enjoying reminiscing just how trivial some of the drama on the upper-east side could be at times. the same faces and the same drama on repeat - no wonder he never found acting to be too hard. as georgie puts her flute back on a tray of a passing waiting, he decides to take one of his own from the tray, still wanting something to occupy his grip in the absence of his cigarette. it’s then that her words catch him slightly off-balance, those warm brown eyes gazing down into her lighter hues. “missed, huh?” caspian asks softly, eyes flicking slowly between her lips and her eyes. georgina van buren has always had a way of coaxing the vulnerability out of him, and tonight seems to be no exception as his features soften from his usual outward cockiness, completely and utterly melted from her sweet allure. “well, i wouldn’t be opposed to a welcome back party,” he licks his lips lightly, a hand reaching out to gently graze her side, brushing off the soft fabric. if anything just to break their touch barrier, but yet when he does it his fingertips feel like they’re full of fire and he retracts them almost as fast. “only if it’s hosted by you, though. honestly if it wasn’t for hannah i’ve always been a bit... give or take when it comes to being in new york,” he admits. “but i’ve missed you. new york’s nothing without you, georgie.” 

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gcxrgina‌:

just how happy gossip girl would have been with this encounter. it would be the blast of the season– just imagine the headline. caspian sinclair and georgina van buren not ripping each other’s heads off at the mention of past and/or current lovers. the growth they’ve experienced has shocked her and all couple counselors around the globe. but their connection was something out of the ordinary because both the vanburen and the sinclair shared a common trait- they were far from ordinary themselves. everything about them, hell- even the connection they shared was so distinctive and so fundamentally theirs that no one could understand it even if they tried. “no need to get all excited about it, cas,” the blonde huffed. “it’s getting hard to ignore that fact.. even for myself.” she admitted. maybe they did grow, after all these months, though one thing stayed the same, and gigi’s sly smirk in response of caspian’s next comment made it clear. “well, then– you can be mad with yourself you missed that opportunity,” she declared, amusement ringing in her voice. “sure, i was mad at you, but we both know hate sex was the thing that sparked the flame between us. it’s our thing!” she let out passionately as if she was riling up a crowd. the ease with which they had this conversation made a couple noisy people eavesdrop and blush, but was their relationship ever pg-13? “tmz was pretty open about your encounters, i remember,” she nodded, and even though it made her stomach twist at the memory of reading that article for the first time, her brows only raised up, not a shake in her tone, “i got worried at one point. even considered reaching up to check up on your.. venereal health- especially after the last article i stumbled upon,” she chuckled out, “but then i remembered hannah is basically your babysitter so..” the blonde trailed off with a tsk. his question she answered with a muffled groan and moved the glass of champagne closer to her lips to take a sip. “new year’s has always been boring,” she said, confident in her words. “it’s the masquerade ball that takes all the trophies– plus, people did get a lot more boring since you’ve been away.” she finally let herself scan the mass of people around them and took another swig from her glass. “everyone’s so calm all of a sudden, it’s making me crazy.”

“MM, BUT IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY,” he pretends to be lost in thought momentarily, although the memories of last new year’s stay fondly in his thoughts. “i was kissing YOU at midnight, not cynthia crespo.” even if the memory was tainted by the fact he was being blackmailed at the time by gossip girl; kiss or die.  the onlookers to their conversation only adds more amusement to his face, proving to him the notion that he’s always had. new york socialites are too nosey for their own good, and georgina knows all too well that he’s never been afraid of being the word on everyone’s lips in the morning. “god, you know, it’s a dying shame i’m not around your horrible acting anymore, otherwise the whole hate thing we had going on for ourselves,” gesturing nondescriptly between them for emphasis, “could have probably continued.” although he’s sure they’ve given each other a lot more reasons to hate each other over the course of whatever rollercoaster they were on together. the proof in the pudding was her next statement, adding evidence to the fact that this was probably unhealthy for both of them. but when has caspian ever got a thrill out of anything healthy? after all, he’s having this entire conversation while smoking. “gee, you know georgie, hearing that, some might think you might just, like, want me in good form for you.” his eyes are practically sparkling as he speaks now, teasing her having always been one of his fondest pastimes. “but don’t worry. han makes sure i book all my doctor’s appointments and i’ve got a clean bill of health if that’s what you wanna know.” it takes every ounce of resolve in him - and he doesn’t have much to begin with - to resist winking as he reaches the end of his sentence, taking another drag from his cigarette as he listens to her return to the topic of the gala they’re at. as she speaks he nods in agreement with her words, slightly flattered at the fact that he may have had a hand in making the new york social scene a far more boring place. when she reaches the end of a sentence a brief, mischievous, glance is casted in her direction. “that’s such a fucking shame,” he states bluntly, shaking his head as he lets out a sigh of sympathy for her. “maybe they all actually fulfilled their new years resolutions of being drama-free for the year...” he muses, eyes glancing up momentarily before back down at the blonde. “or maybe nobody can excite you like i can, georgie.” 

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she could’ve sworn she forgot the sound of his voice while he was away— however, now, when he was before her it was like the crowd of people have disappeared and she was able to finally admit to herself that what they had she could never forget. not in a million years, not with thousands of miles between them. gigi could be somewhere abroad, partying her brains out right now, anything to get herself away from the infamous manhattan nye party, but somehow she was not in the slightest displeased with her decision to stay this year. “yeah, it was a pretty nasty fight, wasn’t it?– though, i’m positive most of the crowd hesitated to get involved simply because the view was that great.” she chuckled, swooping away from the thought of ava and her own meltdown she suffered after the mentioned fight in the very building, they were in right now just a year ago. she knew he had his fair share of lovers while away, and she kept herself busy as well but somehow she couldn’t blame him. she couldn’t put it between them because right now she knew she had him wrapped around her finger and it was due to the fact that she was completely and utterly under his spell. however, their type of communication was so different and so uniquely theirs that when he mentioned the reason for georgina’s outburst last year, the fierce blonde couldn’t help the smirk on her face. “like you’d ever finish up anything with her.. i mean, let’s be real, it could’ve been mia who riled you up to pucker me up at midnight but whatever the thing between you and cynthia was– i was the very reason for it happening,” the blonde shrugged, “and that’s enough to feed my crazy big ego.” she admitted with a giggle, though her words were far from a lie. she stared at his eyes and her caramel orbs sparkled with warmth, “can’t say i’m mind-boggling happy to see you, but..” she trailed off, trapping her crimson lower lip between her teeth for a second before gathering her thoughts again, “i find the party way more fun now that you’re here.”

HE’S STILL TRYING TO WRAP HIS HEAD AROUND THE FACT GEORGIE’S STANDING THERE. live and in the flesh after so many months. not just the subject of many a dream he’d had in the time that had passed since their paths last crossed. it hadn’t even been his decision to come to the party; instead, he’d turned up out of obligation to his best-friends to show up. a tradition they’d had since they were in their early teens. nevertheless, he’s happy he did. knowing his evening had just taken the best possible turn. “did georgina van buren just admit she has a crazy big ego? damn, never thought i’d see the day.” he quips with a grin, “but you’re right.” tapping the ash off the end of the cigarette, caspian’s gaze pierces hers. “kinda imagined it was you up against that wall anyway. ” his tone is far too blase for what his words imply, but a smirk lights up his features as he continues to peer at her. his ego is equally stroked by her words, oddly pleased with the progress they were sharing in comparison to the days when they both shut off how they felt about one another entirely. “i am pretty fun. tmz could have told you that one, though.” for any other grey area couple on the upper east side, such open mentionings of other lovers would have sparked a fight. but caspian hopes georgina knows that she’ll always be his unmentioned number one. “i know you might not be, but i’m mind-boggling happy to see you,” he states bluntly after a moment’s silence. “party’s so fucking boring. were they always this bad?” the man crinkles his nose, pushing brown locks back with the hand that’s not holding his most-treasured object. “or have the people just got worse since i’ve been away?” 

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with a champagne glass in hand, georgie was gracefully soaring through the crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces. new york parties in manhattan had the tendency to throw unexpected situations in your path and maybe it was georgina’s self-destructive trait that pulled her back over and over again to the hell she called home. and what was manhattan good for other than creating and believing every gossip lingering on the street? her sudden up and leave to italy made some people talk months ago and seemed like the very public fall off of the van buren heir and the sinclair’s son was still the topic of every conversation even though she had million other things happening for her right now. as much as it made her sick, she had to brush it all off with a snarky remark or a polite smile ( depending on the situation ) and keep on hustling. engaging in the annual tet-a-tet seemed almost effortlessly easy for the blonde, jumping from person to person, but then she saw him.. dressed to the nines, cigarette hanging nonchalantly between his fingers. she felt her whole being turn and something forgotten in her burst in flames. keeping tabs on him was an easy task, bearing in mind his very active media presence but when she heard him calling out her name it was a spell, she instinctively fell for. her frame straightened and she couldn’t explain why but her walk got even more confident if it was possible. the little smirk on her face indicated she was hooked and she walked towards the man that held the key to her whole being, and for the first time she didn’t plan on snatching it back. “yeah, it’s seen better days, i suppose..,” a quip fell from her smirking red lips while her shoulders bucked up in a shrug. “what brings you back, captain?” she asked, “is cynthia around?” the blonde let out another quip, turning her head dramatically from side to side as if she was searching for the other girl before returning her gaze back on the brunette male with a radiant laugh. she missed him, more than she was willing to admit and their exchange of cryptic signals were enough to make her melt and to confuse everyone else in the building.

CALIFORNIA WAS MORE HIS PACE. parties in the hollywood hills. praise pouring in for his acting from the mouths of critics and fans alike. being able to go for a run whenever he damn feels like it and not having to worry about the weather. and, of course, the pretty people that he still couldn’t quite resist who came and went just as quick from his very art-nuevo house that was the complete opposite of his residence back at hannah’s apartment in the spring of 2019. but yet somehow despite all his vices being readily available, caspian’s not been able to beat the feeling that something’s been missing from the moment he’d left new york after completing his off-broadway run of hamlet. it’s why he can’t help but suppress a grin as georgina takes him up on his offer of a less-than-sweet conversation, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as she falls further into his line of sight. suddenly his plans for the evening have become a whole lot more interesting in a matter of seconds. screw mentioning elizabeth astor to confused passers-by in an attempt to wind them up; he has the one true exciting person in new york standing right before him. and as soon as her old nickname for him falls from those tempting lips, he knows he’s right back in the spell georgina van buren has over him. “oh don’t sound too happy to see me, van buren,” he teases, “i know you’ve probably been like... putting pins in my creepily real voodoo doll or whatever it is you do for fun while i’ve been gone.” and all the while he’s been wishfully thinking about seeing his old co-star again ever since the start of their extended stint apart. “ cynthia...” he can’t help the smirk that appears on his lips at the mention of the girl he’d been kissing this time last year, an eyebrow raising inquisitively as he indulges georgina and pretends to look from left to right feigning some kind of scavenger hunt. “you that desperate to fight her again...?” he asks, taking a drag from his cigarette as he looks at her, but his care for the blonde is evident in the fact he exhales the breath away from georgina entirely. “or do you just wanna know if i plan on finishing what we got caught in the act doing last year?” 

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@gcxrgina​  // AH, NEW YEARS EVE IN NEW YORK. it’s his first time mingling with the upper echelons of new york society in months. or it should be. instead, caspian is reminded of the many social events he’s attended in the past, choosing to smoke outside in the freezing cold of a gated courtyard. leaning against heavy doors and whispering warnings to those about to re-enter that they should beware the dangers that lurk inside — elizabeth astor might just steal your morality with her steely gaze should ye dare enter. it’s as much of a welcome back gift as the prodigal son of bad ideas deserves upon his return to manhattan for the holiday season. and he’s having fun with it. that is until a certain blonde falls into his eyeshot and the usual ease of the grip on his cigarette suddenly becomes a lot more challenging to achieve. taking a moment to just take in the sight of her he quickly decides that georgina van buren’s beauty could never be done justice through instagram posts, and he hates himself for thinking it when he hasn’t even crossed paths with her since he’s been off filming in california. “georgie.” he gives her a simple nod, trying to act cool as their paths finally cross. he could have chosen to just avoid contact entirely, but he wants her attention. “see you’re flyin’ solo tonight... broomstick in the repair shop?” could anything imply he’d missed her more than suggesting she was a witch? and they say true love is dead. 

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