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Tatia rolled her eyes. "Oh, yeah, I'll just ring up one of my oh so numerous friends," she muttered. Sure, she had made some friends in her time there, but she certainly didn't feel comfortable enough with any of them to ask one to go to a movie with her.
"It's not that, Katherine," she said, setting aside the pillow she had been cuddling. "It was just...sad." She gave a little pout before continuing. "But I am rather excited to marathon all six movies at some point."
"So… in other words, watching a blurry, shaky, crappy version of the movie. Wasn’t there someone else you could’ve asked to take you?" Truthfully, she probably would have been willing to go with her. Though, she had yet to watch the first or second movie, so it probably wouldn’t have been of much interest.
"Oh, come on. I’m sure you’ve seen worse in real life. Anyway, it’s just a movie." But since Tatia really did seem bothered, she sat down and turned to face her. "Fine— tell me about it."
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If his words had come from one of the boys back home, Blair would have insisted they were just trying to tease her. But coming from Elijah and with the addition of his hand moving against her wrist, she didn't dare think anything like that. "I'm not sure. I suppose when my father tires of being here. He and Roman will more than likely return to France and, while I do love traveling to France, I can certainly claim home sickness and return to New York. And it would definitely be enjoyable if we were to run into each other there."
The slump, the momentary change of expression. It was all pouty, and made him chuckle. She recovered quickly from it. Admirable. “I am delighted I bring you a bit of happiness in this oh so dark day.” His hand moved to her wrist and caressed it softly. “I’m sorry that you’re unhappy here. Any idea when you will return to your city? I’ve been planning a trip up north.”
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Tatia smiled against Elijah's lips. "I love you," she murmured. "And I have missed you so much." She chuckled softly. "But...perhaps we should go...somewhere?" She pulled back slightly and smiled at him.
Years fell away. He had never ceased loving her in all of these years, it was as if they never parted, now she was back where she belonged. The whys and hows were not important to him. A thousand years they had missed together and he would be damned if they missed anymore of it. His lips met hers. “You are my eternity. I’ve missed you.” Elijah could only hope she could love him as he was.
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"You don't have to tell me twice." Because public school? Just...ew. "I mean, maybe I've made a comment or two on your scholarship status, but...you wear headbands so well and I'd hate to lose that."
❝ i can’t just - - come back, to mckinley. sue kicked all of us out. so even if i wanted to, i can’t. besides i like it here. ❞
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How do we look exactly alike?
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Blair let her shoulders slump for the shortest of moments before quickly straightening her posture. "Not at all, though present company has made it considerably better." She turned her gaze to her drink and her expression saddened deeply. "New York is my city and I think until I've returned there I'll likely fade away into a mere shell of Blair Waldorf."
Elijah smiled, the girl was interesting to say the least. He turned his hand then, welcoming a brush of her hand. The heiress had his full attention and he was sure that was how she liked it, Blair seemed the sort who commanded attention. She was worthy of it though, obviously. He sipped from his glass and smiled. “I see. Not where you’d like to be, my sadly relocated heiress?”
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Tatia's hands gripped his jacket and she kept herself pressed tightly to him. A small, contented sigh passed her lips as Elijah kissed her. In that moment, with his lips pressed to hers, she didn't care where they were and she didn't care when they were. All she cared about was being there with him. She slowly pulled her lips from his and leaned her forehead against his. "I don't think any words have ever made me feel happier," she whispered.
It was unbelievable, that after all this time, she was back in his arms. Elijah ran his fingers through her hair and then his hands down her back. Her words though, they made it all real. “I love you, my Tatia. My love.” He tipped her chin up and pressed his lips to hers.
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Tatia frowned. "I didn't just give her money without being sure it was the right movie," she huffed out. "It's a..." she frowned, "what was it called? Oh! A bootleg! Yes. Apparently someone records the movie in the theater and then they put it on a DVD and sell it." She crossed her arms. "It was much less expensive than going to the movie theater. Besides, I didn't want to go alone and I didn't think you'd want to go with me."
With a dramatic sigh she might have picked up from Katherine, Tatia laid back on the couch. "I think a better question is why wasn't it upsetting."
"…Don’t buy things from weirdos on the street." Katherine took the movie. Was it even out on DVD yet? "I’d be willing to bet this isn’t actually the Hobbit movie at all."
"—Why was it upsetting?"
#foughtforeverything#yes tatia has supported the oh so illegal industry of selling bootleg dvds#of course she doesn't realize it's illegal xD
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Katherine raised an eyebrow, although it would be impossible to miss the amusement in her features. “So, have you started watching Disney movies, or?”
While she supposed she shouldn’t rule it out entirely, to the best of Katherine’s knowledge, dwarves really only existed in fiction.
"No!" Tatia replied as she held her pillow tight to her chest, a firm pout on her lips. "I just watched the third Hobbit movie." She grabbed a thin plastic case off the coffee table. "This nice woman I met on the street sold it to me for just three dollars."
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"Yes, our usual would be great," Tatia said. With the availability and speed with which one could get food, Tatia really could understand why all those talk shows she watched throughout the day mentioned dieting so often. She was surprised she hadn't gained a few- or twenty- pounds in the time since she'd come back.
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Better, but definitely way unhealthier. Luckily for the present, Katherine didn’t much care about that. Tatia’s love of pizza was a mutual feeling, too. “What kind do you want? The usual?”
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Tatia clung to him, closing her eyes tightly. "A thousand years..." she whispered. How had that much time passed? She knew that she had been...on the other side, but had it truly been that long? She moved her hands to the back of his neck. "Elijah. Elijah, I love you," she murmured.
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Elijah held her, arms tight around her. Shock colored his features as he held her, eyes wide. “You are in New Orleans, love. A thousand years since we last saw each other.” His voice broke then. “A thousand years since I held you.”
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Blair shifted, picking up her drink once more, and as she did, she allowed her hand to graze against his skin. The touch was very light and just above his wrist, but she suspected it was enough. She'd spent so long learning just how to tease men and even something so slight as this should be enough to convey her interest in...a little more. "I," she began after sipping her drink, "am a sadly relocated heiress, a lover of impressionist art, a fluent French speaker, and a recent Colombia graduate."
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He smirked at her touch, welcomed it as well. His suit was fine, and if she wanted to touch, well, he had no objections to it. “At the moment, investor. Sometimes art historian. Always interested in learning more about the beautiful heiresses I meet. So what are you, Blair?”
#wemadeourselvesmonsters#v; nola#I totally started off planning this verse with her in hs still#but I've gotten up to season 4 now and I want a slightly older blair now xD
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