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Eating Alone {Zienna}

The atmosphere surrounding her was far better than her previous one. Having her own apartment had been great up until her neighbor got a boyfriend. If they weren’t having loud sex, they were screaming at each other. Thankfully not every night, but enough to cause Sienna annoyance. 

The decision to leave came as soon as their voices were raised. The need for quiet after a long day at work and with classes forced her out into the world. Inoubliable wasn’t a place she often went to but it was quiet due to the heavy rain outside. Few were there, a group of older women, a family finishing up their dessert. Quiet. 

Sienna was led to a table by the window, the perfect spot for her to bring out her notebook and have some warm food to counteract the chilly night. She knew this solution was only temporary and they’d be closing in a couple hours, but for now she was content. Her attention was broken as a waiter greeted her. Looking up, her lips slightly smiled at the somewhat familiar face.

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Sienna had avoided most of the events in the area, mainly because she was working on the adjustment of living on her own. However the Winter Wonder Fest came at a time when she had no excuse to miss out on. As she wandered through the shopping booths, she barely had time to get out of the way of someone walking towards her. “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

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veroniquedumont:

“This Christmas is certainly much warmer than the Christmas I am about to have back home,” Véronique commented to herself more than anything as she glanced around Greek Row, eyeing the set up of booths here and there that had little holiday themed gifts and such available for purchase. She still had to get Anastasia and Milou something, she mused before speaking aloud again, this time turning to the presence she felt at her side. “Have you finished your holiday shopping yet?” 

Sienna had been eyeing a jewelry booth when the soft voice appeared beside her. She eyed the girl curiously, but decided to answer anyway. “I haven’t which is why I’m here to find some gifts to send home.” 

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Melissa Benoist

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Does anybody know where I can find the 2016 Melissa Benoist photoshoot for the New York Post without any fansite watermarks?  I know they had to come from somewhere, I just can’t find out where!

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Sienna’s Outfit: Winter Wonder Fest

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Benvolio “Bene” Lorenzo Vitali

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lanafitzgerald:

“It’s so beautiful out here today! Almost makes easier to forget that the year’s almost over and next year’s going to be it for me.” Lana huffed softly, laughing off her own twinge of sadness. “Do you want to go in the water?” 

“Let’s not think about the future just yet.” She grinned in slight apprehension. “To avoid talking about graduation next year, I’d ride a shark in that water.” 

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itszanderchurchill:

Title: Muse Bingo space: Romantic Comedy Collab with: Britt Characters: Sienna & Zander Summary – Sienna Vitali is making steps towards her lifelong dream of opening Vitality, her own dance studio, when she concludes that hiring a painter is inevitable. In comes Zander Churchill, a painter who had recently moved to the area to widen his job prospects. As the two spend time together, working side by side, they soon find their once dormant muses speaking to them as their interests—a touch platonic, a touch romantic—intertwine.

When Zander left his business card at the front desk of the building under construction he hadn’t expected to hear anything back so soon with an inquiry. A quote they said. He didn’t quite understand the terminology used at first. What did they want a quote about? And who from? Socrates? A. A. Moore? Maya Angelou? It was only after speaking with his mothers over the phone about his call that they shed light on the fact that someone was interested in his service. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but everyone had to start somewhere.

His mother joked that he was born with a paintbrush in his hands. Art was his way to escape the world and express what his mind wouldn’t release. While he would prefer to be creating murals and adding to galleries, he knew this was to be his first step. Especially since he just moved; having a portfolio on him would help but he knew, sometimes, zigzagging was the only way he’d reach his goal. His dream.

The smell of lemon-scented Pledge hit him full force when he stepped in through the large glass doors of…what was the name of it? He stepped backwards and looked up at the sign that had been constructed. VITALITY. He spotted a few lights sitting beneath the letters. Perhaps whoever owned the placed literally wanted their name in lights? He stepped in through the door once more and looked around. No one at the front desk. No one in sight, really, now that he noticed.

“Hello?” he called out. His voice echoed around the empty front room. The stark white walls helped allow his voice to carry around. He frowned. Certainly he didn’t have the wrong time, he checked three times to be sure to arrive exactly when asked. He called out again. Still nothing. He had barely reached for his phone when he heard muffled music coming somewhere deeper in the building. He progressed further, following the twists and turns as well as the swelling and ebbing strains of the song. He soon found himself in front of a wooden door.

Zander pulled it open, wincing slightly at the onslaught of noise that hit him all at once. But then that tuned out, faded away, as he watched the small yet powerful dancer gliding and floating across the shiny wooden floor. Each shape and fluid movement she made with her body was reflected in the wall of mirrors. And so he stood by, watching and waiting, following her with his eyes as she filled him with awe. It wasn’t until the song had ended that he finally found himself able to shake the strange hold she had on him and knock with the back of his hand on the door.

“Hi—sorry. I was out front. No one heard me. I did not mean to disturb you. But…you had said to meet you here? Or someone did at least.” He closed his eyes, lightly touching the side of his head and put a smile on his face. “Désolé. I am sorry. My name is Zander Churchill. You had called me the other day. About painting?”

The slouch Sienna’s shoulders had taken on would make her mother frown disapprovingly. There was no way around it though. All she could do was grin and bare the horrendous stress that came with opening her own studio. Between code inspections and the bank loan, Sienna had been nearly ready to quit multiple times. However she’d already left her previous job and had nothing left to lose beside her pride--and that she wasn’t so willing to let go of. 

It was her stubbornness and pride that had her working late hours and early mornings just to make sure everything was set for opening in two months. Her family already was pitching in with furniture and moving things in, but there was still some internal work to be done. 

It was another setback with the electrician cancelling on her that pushed Sienna to hide away in a back practice room. Dance would help relieve her stress. Maybe not all of it but anything would help at the moment. She knew that the painter would be coming in so she tried her best to keep track of time. However as one song floated into another, her mind and body lost themselves to the rhythm. 

The voice that broke through made her jump in surprise. It wasn’t until her eyes caught onto his that embarrassment overcame her. Of course. Of course he was attractive. Meanwhile she had looked better. If only she’d showered before he came or maybe wasn’t in her sweatpants reserved for laundry day. Sure she had some makeup on but this man was an Adonis with an accent. 

Sucking it up that she couldn’t go change, Sienna straightened up her back, noting the dancing had helped, and held her hand out for a shake. “Yes! Hello, that was me. Sienna Vitali.” Letting go of his hand, she forced herself not to be caught up in his deep colored eyes. 

“Hold!” Remembering the music was about to start again, she leaped to the bluetooth speaker and turned it off. “Sorry, things are crazy right now. I’m the owner of this studio.” Her eyes glanced around at the bare walls, “Well...soon to be studio.” Grabbing her phone, she motioned towards the door. “Let’s talk up front? I don’t have an office yet I’m afraid.” 

She lead him towards the front of the front desk. Placing down her things, Sienna shuffled through some papers to find one in specific. “I know I have them around here,” she muttered out loud. Every paper needed to be organized for her, hence why she kept labeled folders in reach at all times. “I wrote down all the dimensions of the rooms.” Sienna held out the folder for him. As he looked them over, she attempted to resist the urge to stare, but it was nearly impossible to do.

Muse || rom-com au

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    Casual summer fun                                Summer party                                     Beach

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stellabelmonte:

Stella pursed her lips, nodding at the other with a tight smile. There wasn’t a single thing she liked about Sienna Vitali but since she’d gotten sober, she found herself wondering more and more about whether the people she hated in her life were lumped into such a category for a reason or just because she’d been overly aggressive and insanely hostile while she was drinking. Aiden Chase, she hated with a goddamn passion, even without liquor in her system. Ethan Anderson, she’d gladly watch get hit by a bus…Samantha Miller was still an annoying piece of shit, but she supposed her irritation for the other young woman had spurred from jealousy rather than real malice from the very beginning. Sienna…Aside from the fact she was annoying in a I’ve done no wrong in my life kind of way, Stella was grasping at straws for a reason to continue hating her. “Text Gabe. He’d probably be able to talk whoever he’s working with to let him deliver. If you burnt the building down, though, I’m pretty sure Porter would nut. The chance that we’d all die and he could collect the insurance money to retire to Miami and be the creepy old fuck he was destined to be? He’d love it.”  

If she hadn’t been running on a lack of sleep, Sienna would be questioning more why Stella was having a civil conversation with her. She also would most likely be waiting for the ‘fuck you’ shoe to drop. Instead Sienna kept engaging. Her attention was focused solely on the words Stella was telling her, doing her best to focus on staying equally engaged and awake. “Oh, that’s a fantastic idea.” At the jab at Porter, Sienna attempted to think of a defense. However, nothing came out. “That’s a bit aggressive but...he does want a reason to leave. So you’re correct in that.” 

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sccu-starling:

“You did?” Lydia exclaimed, clasping her hands under her chin in secondhand excitement. “Maybe I could treat you to some pasta and you could tell me about it, unless you need that sleep sooner rather than later. I know you told me but I completely forgot what it’s even about.”

“You’ve probably forgotten because the last time I talked about it was the last time you went to post-yoga breakfast.” Sienna gave a small smirk and laugh. “If you buy me pasta, I’ll pay you back in kind with a homemade meal when I’ve recovered.” 

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stellabelmonte:

“Mmm, well, Old Mel’s got a special going on. Buy an entree and get a free meatball tray. If you wanna get decent Italian.”

“It does? Fanculo, I need to get something to go. I would cook but I don’t want to accidentally burn down the building. I can feel my heartbeat.”

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stellabelmonte:

“Mmm, well, Old Mel’s got a special going on. Buy an entree and get a free meatball tray. If you wanna get decent Italian.”

“It does? Fanculo, I need to get something to go. I would cook but I don’t have the energy. Plus I would not want to accidentally burn down the building. I can feel my heartbeat.”

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“It took me two weeks and very little sleep but I’ve done it. I’ve completed my manuscript.” Sienna sighed as she tilted her head back and muttered, “Ho bisogno di pasta e dormo ora.”