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When; July 1, noon
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_waldorf and Nate theoldreliable
Summary; it all feels like reading from a script, the second time.
Log;
Blair hated this part. It might have been easier if there were a fight, and then all she would have to do was stomp away and leave. But that's not really true. She loved Nate, as a friend, she would hate to lose him a second time around. A third time around, more like. It had always been complicated between them.
He told her this was what happened back home, that they got back together then figured out that it was not meant to be anymore, so he must have expected it. But why did he play along anyway? He said he was willing to give it another try. She hoped it would not hurt him.
She claimed the couch of his living room, arranging her skirt and her hair. It was a habit. She fiddled with her fingers nervously. He would understand, she told herself. No, in fact, he would be glad. He would never be the one to confront her, she knew him that much, so he was probably waiting for her to take the move. He was probably waiting for her to bounce back from the latest ordeal, to be strong enough to confront him and break it off. That made it slightly easier. She was not leaving him, she was setting him free.
"Nate," she called, loving the sound of his name on her tongue. She would never get over him, it seems, but she could live with that. "Can we talk?"
Rating; PG
Characters; Blair
miss_waldorf and Nate theoldreliableSummary; it all feels like reading from a script, the second time.
Log;
Blair hated this part. It might have been easier if there were a fight, and then all she would have to do was stomp away and leave. But that's not really true. She loved Nate, as a friend, she would hate to lose him a second time around. A third time around, more like. It had always been complicated between them.
He told her this was what happened back home, that they got back together then figured out that it was not meant to be anymore, so he must have expected it. But why did he play along anyway? He said he was willing to give it another try. She hoped it would not hurt him.
She claimed the couch of his living room, arranging her skirt and her hair. It was a habit. She fiddled with her fingers nervously. He would understand, she told herself. No, in fact, he would be glad. He would never be the one to confront her, she knew him that much, so he was probably waiting for her to take the move. He was probably waiting for her to bounce back from the latest ordeal, to be strong enough to confront him and break it off. That made it slightly easier. She was not leaving him, she was setting him free.
"Nate," she called, loving the sound of his name on her tongue. She would never get over him, it seems, but she could live with that. "Can we talk?"