#p:serena

[quinn-garcia-wwcblog]

flock together | serena & quinn

The top of the West Tower was always covered from wall to floor in bird shit. Bones of left from digested rodents that littered the floor would crunch underneath his shoes. And the smell, god the smell, it was pungent and clingy if the visit was long enough. But it was the only place Quinn could send letters, and after staring blankly at the door--breaths steady and frosty--he shrugged the door open. The cold breeze immediately numbed his senses, and he huddled his wool-lined jacket closer his body. His fingers took the brunt of the winter as he could feel them heat and then iced over. He hated the feeling of gloves. Things easily slipped out of the grip, and he could've lost the letter in his hand through one of the windowless openings. He walked over to one of the pens, positioning himself so his back was against the wall, and greeted his owl with a friendly scratch on his head. Bitters, a Great Gray Owl, screeched before pivoting his head as if he had better things to do. "Dick," Quinn mumbled, and unrolled the piece of parchment to re-read it. Then the door creaked. His body tensed, and his hand abruptly brandished his wand. He was sure no one followed him up here. It widened further, and thankfully realised who it was. He sighed, and lower his hand. "Hey," he offered a small, humourless smile.

[nottatty]

Marks Left Behind || Satalia Para

Atalia and Chryson had left the manor for a few days, both of them just needing to get out from under their father’s grip. It was freeing, not feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders for a short period of time. She’d been able to wake up in the morning and have breakfast--not having to sit like a lady or worry about the correct utensil to use--without the glare of her Father falling on her. Though, things could never stay like that. Once their few days had ended, Atalia and Chryson made their way back to the manor with grim feeling gripping their hearts.

Once inside, they made their ways to their own rooms, completely healed for the time being. The second Atalia opened her door, her heart dropped. For a few moments, she didn’t know what to do, her eyes scanning over Serena’s body. “...Serena...Serena!” Closing the door behind herself, she ran to the bed and noticed the bruises littering her body, accompanied with a not pe written in Darius’ handwriting. Clean this mess up before Father does it for you. Enraged, she ripped the note up, tears welling in her eyes as she pulled her wand out and started working healing spells with shaky hands. “Come on, Rena, wake up...I’m sorry...I’m sorry...”

[quinn-garcia-wwcblog]

vischio | serena & quinn

It was an early rise for a weekend, and Quinn was looking to stoke the rest of the chilly morning with the first fire of the day. It was strange to see the common room decked with festive tinsel and wreathes, even if Slytherin had the colour for it. He reached the fireplace and with one jab of his wand, the stiff cold air melted in the warmth. As he grabbed a couple of fresh logs, he noticed a small box on the mantelpiece. It had been filled with mistletoe and he'd been tasked to place them in strategic locations around the castle. Instead Quinn had left it there sitting, but unforgotten. No one dared to take one, not while the room was filled with curious eyes, but when sunrise came all was left was a couple of wilted leaves and bare twigs. He glanced around the room. Around him several drops were made but one particular spot caught his eye. He had to laugh. A mistletoe above the doorway to the girls dormitory. It was, objectively, a clever move. Quinn sighed, pushing himself towards the very same door. It might've been clever, but clever tended to border dangerously on annoying. He didn't like the idea of having to disperse a crowd of students who'd been waiting for their turn under the holiday tradition. He steadied a hand on the frame while the other reached up and pulled on the mistletoe. It had to have a sticking charm of some variant because it hardly moved a budge. It took one last hard tug for it to come completely off, but before he could celebrate something, someone crashed into him. Enchanted mistletoe. God damn it.

[mayorarchibald]

Lunch Break | Serenate

Nate was almost skipping as he walked out of the office. He knew it was bad when several of his employees commented on how good of a mood he was in. He tried to conceal the grin on his face, but he couldn’t help it. Serena van der Woodsen (he preferred to call her by her maiden name, as it irritated him to see ‘Humphrey’ tacked on the end) was back in town and he had never needed a day off more in his life. He grabbed a taxi and was headed uptown in seconds. When the hulking shape of ‘The Empire’ came into his line of sight, his heart sped up. Chuck had been out of town, for various reasons, for the past year, more-or-less, and in his stead, had left The Empire in the care of his best friend. Although Nate spent most of his time at his townhouse closer to his office, the old apartment Chuck and him used to share now served another purpose. It was the meeting place him and Serena had been using for their secret trysts for the greater part of a year. No one had yet started to suspect a thing, seeing as how they were both good friends of Chuck’s. He waved to the doorman as he hopped on the elevator. 

The elevator doors slid open and he took a look around. Nothing was out of place, in fact, it looked the same as it always had. And Serena still wasn’t there. He sent her a quick text, letting her know that he had gotten there already. Nate walked over to the bar and poured Chuck’s favorite scotch into two separate glasses. He was in the process of putting the decanter back on the shelf when he heard the elevator doors sliding open. He turned back around with a half-smile on his face, “It’s about time.”

[blair-waldorfxo]

The Palace || Blair&Serena

Blair's mind hadn't had a moment's peace since Serena came back. Except the night she spent with Nate. She didn't know what she was meant to do or how she was supposed to feel. It seemed like Nate expected her to run back to Serena and beg for the blonde to be her best friend again. And maybe if Serena said goodbye she would have done. But she didn't. And too much had happened since then. She was so hurt. She never expected Serena to truly hurt her more than their daily power struggle and Blair's slight jealousy. But she had and Blair couldn't just forget about it. Everyone else may be willing to be celebrating in joyous harmonies that Serena had turned but not Blair. If anything all she wanted to do was freeze her out but at one point Serena was her best friend and Nate had convinced her she deserved a second chance.

Blair sighed and slipped a black headband through her curly hair. She smoothed out her dress and put on some white tights before going to meet Serena. She hadn't been in The Palace for a while. She always thought it was best to meet Chuck Bass in common grounds rather than on his territory. She let Dorota know to get the car ready for her and she mad her way to meet Serena. When she got into The Palace she walked down to the bar and sighed. She saw Serena sat there and had half the mind to turn around and walk of. But she gathered her strength and gave the girl a soft smile before sitting next to her.

[dan-humps-blog]

Dan? I- I didn't know you were back in the city. I think we need to talk. Call me. - S

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