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When; April 20th, late morning
Rating; PG
Characters; Arthur![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thefutureking and Blair miss_waldorf
Summary; Arthur comes with a peace offering of sorts, and all is forgotten.
Log;
Blair had specifically told everyone she knew professionally that she was taking a week off of work. As for those she knew completely outside of work, which left out only a few, she had simply refrained from contacting them. Yes, of course the ticking drove her mad, but all things considered, it was better than having to put up faces and deal with people.
Sometimes she took walks to the park, with sunglasses and scarves and non-matching outfits to throw people off. Feeding the ducks always made her happy.
This morning, she felt like staying in. It was too much effort to have to do her hair and make-up, put together an outfit, open the door and walk out. Sitting by the kitchen counter with a glass of orange juice in hand, she let herself zone off. The dreams last night were beyond weird, and they left her with lots to think about --at least, lots to replay in her mind. It was better than replaying reality, anyway.
The ticking was persistent at the back of her mind, and if only it did not grow to a crescendo then she would have learned to tolerate it.
She spiked her orange juice with gin yesterday morning, and the mornings before that, but she would hate to think of herself similar to CeCe in any way, including drinking before twelve. So today her breakfast was completely non-alcoholic. It was an accomplishment, really. She prodded her croissant with disinterest.
Rating; PG
Characters; Arthur
thefutureking and Blair miss_waldorfSummary; Arthur comes with a peace offering of sorts, and all is forgotten.
Log;
Blair had specifically told everyone she knew professionally that she was taking a week off of work. As for those she knew completely outside of work, which left out only a few, she had simply refrained from contacting them. Yes, of course the ticking drove her mad, but all things considered, it was better than having to put up faces and deal with people.
Sometimes she took walks to the park, with sunglasses and scarves and non-matching outfits to throw people off. Feeding the ducks always made her happy.
This morning, she felt like staying in. It was too much effort to have to do her hair and make-up, put together an outfit, open the door and walk out. Sitting by the kitchen counter with a glass of orange juice in hand, she let herself zone off. The dreams last night were beyond weird, and they left her with lots to think about --at least, lots to replay in her mind. It was better than replaying reality, anyway.
The ticking was persistent at the back of her mind, and if only it did not grow to a crescendo then she would have learned to tolerate it.
She spiked her orange juice with gin yesterday morning, and the mornings before that, but she would hate to think of herself similar to CeCe in any way, including drinking before twelve. So today her breakfast was completely non-alcoholic. It was an accomplishment, really. She prodded her croissant with disinterest.