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Title: Carpe Diem
Category: Gossip Girl
Pairing/Character(s): Carter/Blair
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 956
Spoilers: Yes (Minor allusions to Hi, Society and The Age of Dissonance)
Summary: Courage often brings reward, and Carter stakes his bets with practiced ease and charm.

Notes: Can you tell I was feeling particularly poetic? For the lovely Bryana [livejournal.com profile] morningslugger.


…because “seize the day” is an aphorism made all too cliché…

Little girl, little queen, little bitch-in-the making is striking is untouchable is irrevocably damned.

Like an omen of ill-fate, she opens her mouth and renders him blind and deaf. A puppet, cut from its strings and falling way too fast, falling for her, and it’s not him at all – but this is not the end, and the worst is yet to come – as he reaches out at the last second–

and grasps thin air.

Caustic, corrosive, elusive, seclusive, and he composes a poem inside his head as she darts ahead, too quick. Out of sight, out of mind – only not – his mind is spinning. Is reeling.

Words disintegrate.

And Carter turns mute.


-

Patience is futile is inutile is man’s worst vice.

 

-


Years later, he catches up to her.

Years later, he has her in his sights again, that girl, all grown and little no more. Donned in blinding silver and obnoxious charms, twirling ‘round and ‘round, she intends to taunt and evade him some more – but now he is well versed in her silly games, ploys and charades. Playing to win, he takes her by the waist and pulls her into a spin.

A practiced step, one-two-three-four, and her mouth curls at the predictable, is unfazed. Seeking a chink in her armour, the proud and au fait veneers, he pulls her close, dips her low and to the floor. A delightful gasp – the favourable response – she recovers and shoots him an ugly glare.

“That wasn’t funny.”

“So sorry.” Not.

And victory is sweet turns bitter in an instant. A fist to the side of his face – what the hell?! – and down he goes, copper on his tongue and left for dead.

As Blair spins away, free and clear.

Like marathons never ceased, never stalled or waited, only now he can safely say–

he’s left quite the impression.

-

 

She inspires and uncovers within him the crudest, most base of philosophy.

Equivocality. Sophistry. Casuistry, and all that jazz; fancy words for iniquitous delusions so well versed among Manhattan royals. Has them memorised, he has, down to a tee. And amidst high-and-drunk musings, midnight reads and daily dreams, he discovers a different name for said deceits.

Romance, he so deigns to call it.

Romancing the love, the lover, the loveliest girl in all the world.

In the middle of April, amidst the coveted shadows of yet another New York bar and to the tune of something beautiful, something horrible. Always something and something not; this is the Upper East Side, after all.

The Greatest(Worst) Show on Earth.

Scripts memorised, façades in place, he brushes over her thigh, devilish and flippant from inebriated want. Puts lessons into practice and plays the dark knight, the valiant prince; both and none, whatever she wants.

A smile unfolds, the girl is impressed.

Lashes drop, oh so coy, and there it is: yes.

A roar of applause, Carter takes his bow and bestows a final gift upon his audience of one.

A blood-red rose, for added flair and dramatic pose.


-

Language is a ploy is a toy is the veil over your eyes.

 

-

 

“You’re bad for me.”

Says this from her mirror, back turned and poised, toying with a pretty headband. Pretty like her – a pretty crown for a pretty queen, all part of some ostentatious fairytale absent of worth. An otherwise convincing tale but he knows, knows all too well. As she knows him–

was, is, a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

A flash of those pearly whites – all the better to eat you with! – a drag from a newly-lit joint, and Carter savours the thought of this night’s main course.

“Perhaps.”

 

-

 

An impromptu rendezvous.

Under the morning sun outside one of her favourite boutiques – pure coincidence, really. His fingers find hers before she darts passed, stops her dead in her tracks. Tops the encounter off with an uneven smirk and he instantly sees those ruby lips twist – incredulous! – that haughty brow arch – seriously? – and this wasn’t part of the deal.

But courage often brings reward, and Carter stakes his bets with practiced ease and charm. A date: would you, won’t you, do you?

No.

And his smile falls down flat, just like that. Like the crowds that descend to cover her form, a wash of the dull and grey and he thinks she means to see him tossed away. Tattered and frayed.

The End.

Bitch.

With a scowl tried and true, he retreats.

Thoughts set again on tomorrow.

 

-


Love is insufferable is laughable is a dying breed.

 

-

 

Tomorrow comes, tomorrow strikes, tomorrow deals a hard blow and laughs in her face.

And Carter comes next, sees her amiss, drenched in pools of despair and defeat. Sipping on her drink – a martini for solace, for words forgot and left unsaid.

A martini for your thoughts?

She turns to look at him, cautious and curious and there’s a look on her face that reads grim and horrid. Like the façades now crumbled, the delusions shattered, and that lovely throat made coarse with unwanted cries of vice and betrayal. Of ends and finales and full-circles.

Beliefs are difficult to extirpate and forfeit, but he knows now she’s seen and heard the cutting truth: there is nowhere left to run. And so, he dares to move, to shift and to seize what he can. Once again, and again for lifetimes to come – because he fell, that one time long ago, broke his spine and then his heart and never got it back.

He’ll take hers instead.

With a smile, a cruel jest at her dreary pallor, Carter rests a hand on her knee. Easy, and a hazardous good.

“Hello, beautiful.”


Fin

Date: 2010-05-13 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missedshapes.livejournal.com
This is beautiful! Seriously one of my favorites by you, which is already saying a lot. I love the language (even though I had to look up some words, haha).

Date: 2010-05-13 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imp3ratrix.livejournal.com
Thank you, I'm so glad you like it! I think I just wanted to try something different so as to get into the creative spirit once again. I find it's easier to experiment and write verse with shorter fics, but I probably won't exploit the style further seeing as it's probably not to most people's tastes. Oh well. (Aw, not too many words I hope!)

Date: 2010-05-13 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lunaticbabe.livejournal.com
I loved it, and I really like the idea of Blair and Carter together. (Next after Blair and Tripp - really why settle for Chuck and Nate when you can have Carter, or Tripp, or Carter and Tripp). And it was interesting to see this particular angle played out. The former king and the (tarnished) queen, and this whole history or what might have come before what happened on the show.

And as you know I love your writing style. Even when I have to look up a word or two, I still find your "tone" ever so lovely a read.

Glad to see you write again. I though you decided to take a break.

Date: 2010-05-14 07:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missedshapes.livejournal.com
I really like this style! And I love that you did Carter/Blair. There wasn't enough of them on the show, as is the case with all good things on GG.

(No, just a few. Haha, I honestly never knew that "inutile" was a word. There's a Filipino word "inutil" which is someone inutile but I didn't think there was ever an English version--and so close to the word I know too. I guess nobody really uses it in everyday language here. You learn something new every day!)

Date: 2010-05-15 08:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imp3ratrix.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I really liked Carter's character before he was utterly emasculated by Serena; hopefully this fic stayed true to his more rogue tendencies. (Hey! My sweetheart Natey is perfect for Blair!)

True, but I have some more time on my hands with most of my assignments out of the way, and this actually wrote itself rather easily (and quickly at that). Exams are coming, so I figured I'd do what I can before all of my spare time goes towards study.

Date: 2010-05-15 08:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imp3ratrix.livejournal.com
Hee! The pairing was one of Bryana's Christmas drabble requests, which I had no clue how to go about doing until inspiration struck last weekend. Writing is a slow and complicated precess. :P

(That is so awesome! I love seeing how different languages have similar words integrated into their vocabulary. And yay to learning!)

Date: 2010-05-17 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morningslugger.livejournal.com
omg where do I even begin? This is so beautiful and it kind of kills me a little on the inside because THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN SO AMAZING. This show and its characters had so much potential and all of it has been wasted on Chuck/Blair. CHUCK/BLAIR. This story, this Blair, and this Carter (pre-Serena) is what I love and what I'll choose to remember.

Also, the language here is lovely! I've always loved your style and this is no exception. Seriously bb, it's incredible. You're incredible. ILY!

Date: 2010-05-19 01:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imp3ratrix.livejournal.com
Yay, I'm so relieved you liked it (being experimental writing and all)! The wasted potential on this show is disgraceful, period. And I don't need to reiterate my disdain for Chuck/Blair, especially when I think of what may have been. So sad.

You're too sweet!

Date: 2010-06-13 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] advo.livejournal.com
"I really liked Carter's character before he was utterly emasculated by Serena..."

The same could be said for Tripp. Thanks effing much Serena!

Really lovely fic - loved the language.

Date: 2010-06-14 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] imp3ratrix.livejournal.com
Yes, that entire affair was quite sad indeed. Tripp's character will never be the same again.

Thank you! I'm so happy to hear you liked it!

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