The Dark Night - s02e03 - Blair

The Dark Night - s02e03 - Blair by thegossiplook featuring evening party dresses

Marcus: Duchess, here. Sorry to leave you on your own.

Catherine: Oh, thank you, darling. My pleasure.

Blair: Well, the ancestral home is next to Balmoral. Marcus tells the funniest story about Harry running naked across their lawn.

Nelly: Prince Harry? I love him.

Penelope: But you've been planning on Yale ever since you were a little girl.

Blair: I know, but Marcus keeps begging me to consider Oxford.

Chuck: What a pity. So much wasted potential.

Blair: What are you talking about?

Chuck: The thing that always fascinated me about you. The cool exterior, the fire below.

Blair: You are living proof a person can't buy class.

Chuck: And you can't tell me Bertie wooster is satisfying your needs. Titles aside, a suit of armor makes for a cold bedfellow.

Blair: Not that it's any of your business, but Marcus and I have an amazing sex life.

Chuck: Is that so? Mm. What names does he call you when you make love? Where does he put his hand? Does he... Have sex with me.

Blair: What?

Chuck: Just once. That's all I need.

Blair: You are disgusting, and I hate you.

Chuck: Then why are you still holding my hand?

Blair: I have a party to host.

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Marcus: I see. Oh--oh, just a moment. Blair, I'm on with the building manager.

Blair: I need you.

Marcus: What? Has something happened? Everyone seems quite calm.

Blair: No. I need you now.

Marcus: Blair--Blair, there's a blackout. We have guests. We can't desert them.

Blair: I need you to make me feel alive.

Marcus: Uh... Uh, wait, wait. What are you-- what are you talking about?

Blair: Just meet me up in my bedroom, okay?

GossipGirl: Looks like lady B Is determined to have it all. Question is, who with?

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Blair: Marcus, is that you?

Chuck: Blow out your candle.

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Marcus: Blair.

GossipGirl: Spotted--lady B acting not so ladylike. Hope you kept the receipt for that tiara, B.

Blair: Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

Marcus: Blair, what is this?

Blair: You don't understand. I thought it was you. I--he had an accent. Chuck: Please. You knew exactly who it was.

Blair: Marcus! Marcus, wait.

Marcus: Did you really not know it was him? Can you honestly tell me that?

Blair: No, I knew it was him.

Marcus: Thank you.

Blair: But I want you.

Marcus: No, Blair. You want my title, the idea of who I am. But you clearly want him, which--which makes me a fool, because I actually did want you. I do want you.

Blair: Then show me. I'm not some delicate little flower. Show me you want me.