#( threads. ) sienna

[thursdaygrl]

closed starter for @heartintact

Another night of December, another holiday party in a sprawling loft that Wesley couldn't dream of affording any time soon, thrown by one of his co-workers that also happened to be a friend of a friend for Sienna, though that never surprised him. For the way the city could feel so overwhelmingly large, filled to the brim with strangers they might never meet, somehow she always knew the people he didn't expect her to. Maybe she had a better capacity for remembering names and faces. Still, she was his perpetual plus one and (usually) vice versa, the two of them sequestering themselves off to a corner of the house, nestled on a couch. "I'm not saying I don't have faith in you, I'm just saying I didn't think you'd outrun the guy in heels." They were recalling a stupid memory, his hand landing on her thigh as he collapsed into giggles. He was a good level of tipsy, his body feeling warm as he leaned close to his best friend, enjoying the closeness. He turned his head slowly, catching her gaze and once again struggling to keep his laughter at bay until he was breathless and then just staring, noticing the way her eyes seemed to genuinely sparkle.

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @siennaxcastillo

Nia was walking around the festival, trying hard not to check out Giovanna again when she spotted Sienna through the crowd and made her way over, wine nearly spilling from her plastic cup. She needed this night out desperately. Between Yara's teenage drama and the constant demands at work, just talking to another adult felt like finding water in a desert. The festival hummed with life as vendors shouted their specials and music played from the stage by the fountain. "Sienna, how are you girl? It's been a minute," Nia called out, genuinely happy to see her. "Elisa told me she ran into you a couple weeks back. I feel left out. What have you been up to these days?"

[intimaecys]

she  could  count  on  both  hands  ,   both  feet  ,   and  beyond  the  amount  of  people  who  told  her  this  job  must  be  so�� easy.   who  wouldn't  want  to  get  paid  to  do  this  ?   who  wouldn't  want  a  life  of  fucking  one  beautiful  woman  after  another  ,   having  thousands  more  of  them  watching  ,   sending  constant  words  of  affirmation  ,   validation  ,   attention.   at  least  for  her  ,   her  muscular  form  and  presentation   —   the  short  hair  ,   the  decidedly  un  -  feminine  clothes   —   may  save  her  some  of  the  constant  harassment  that  her  fellow  creators  face  ,   but  not  all  of  it.   one  of  her  anchors  had  always  been  sienna  ,   a  girl  she'd  only  met  last  year.   they  flirt  plenty  ,   publicly  across  social  media  ,   as  a  means  to  drive  engagement.   mutual  cooperation.   hard  to  say  just  when  it  stopped  being  so  performative.   long  conversations  about  their  place  in  the  industry  turned  into  conversations  about  their  lives  ,   who  they  were  before  this  ,   who  they  wanted  to  be  after  it.   and  then  this.   at  a  non  -  descript  place  ,   somewhere  they  rented  specifically  to  avoid  some  creep  tracking  them  down  ,   audrey  walked  out  of  one  of  the  spare  rooms  wearing  nothing  but  the  veiny  length  of  her  strap.   had  to  pause  ,   seeing  the  girl  waiting  for  her  there  on  the  bed  ,   getting  everything  set  up.   she'd  seen  sienna  naked  hundreds  of  times  ,   never  in  person.   “   hey  ,   ”   she  spoke  up  ,   voice  a  bit  gravely.   “   you  know how you want me to start ?  ”   always  led  performances  when  called  upon  ,   she  was  the  one  who  did  most  of  the  physical  work  anyway.   but  this  is  business  ,   one  they  both  shared  now.   she  slowly  walked  over.   “   maybe  you  could  suck  me  off , you know , give me the doe eyes ,   get  everyone   .  .  .   ready  ,   before  we  do  anything  else.   ”   looked  down  ,   unable  to  help  it , eyebrow raised.   “   anyone  else  ever  tell  you  your  ass  looks  better  in  person  ?   how  many  fucking  squats  do  you  do  a  week  ?   ”   someone  to  talk  ,   given  her  muscular  frame. // @ovriit

[anoetics]

“   in fairness, jack, if you were dangerous, you wouldn’t say that you were dangerous, would you?   " / @sideyard

[risingruin]

( @serpentinheels -- at one of the couple's parties late, at night )

There's a difference in between dangerous, and lethal games. Toying around with the Sinclair family -- his family, if he wants to be precise -- is partially lethal, partially dangerous, though mostly walking on thin ice. Staring at a married woman like she is heaven brought to earth, is lethal. Especially, when her husband is around. Especially, when the woman looks lethal herself. Elias tries to push his thoughts in other directions -- towards the red wine in his glass, which tastes exceptional, or towards the beautiful decorations spread all throughout the home.

When Sienna approaches him, Elias freezes partially. He does not get up from his chair, instead he looks up at her, and analyzes her features. Yeah. Gorgeous. Deadly. "Good Evening.", Elias greets her, "I am yet to see your husband to thank him for his invitation." He had accepted it -- in hopes of finding out more about Lady Whistledown, and had been greeted with... strange sights. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"

[paralyziingfears]

continued from here. / @t-errifier.

[  ....  ]                 sienna  sighed  deeply  in  relief  when  art  took  heed  of  her  sudden  warning  of  the  heat.  the  last  thing  they  needed  was  for  art  to  grab  a  hot  tray,  be  startled  by  the  stinging  burn,  and  drop  all  the  freshly  baked  cookies.  doesn't  matter  now,  though,  because  the  cookies  were  safe  and  they  were  cooling  and  sienna  found  herself  actually  kind  of  excited  to  decorate  them  with  her  new  clown  friend.  friend  ...  that  was  something  she  was  still  wrapping  her  head  around  when  it  came  to  art.  if  only  her  mother  could  see  her  now  ...

she  turns  her  attention  back  to  her  mixing  bowl;  the  whisk  aggressively  mixing  the  batter  to  ensure  all  of  its  contents  made  a  doughy  texture.  she  looks  over  when  art  joins  her  by  her  side,  feeling  her  body  stiffen  as  she's  still  finding  the  capability  of  trusting  him  completely.  he's  done  nothing,  thus  far,  to  show  her  differently  but  her  trauma  continued  to  gnaw  at  her  like  flies  in  her  ears.  she  takes  a  deep  breath  and  exhales  softly,  looking  down  into  her  bowl  before  sliding  it  to  art  and  gestured  with  her  hands  for  him  to  take  charge  of  the  mixing.   ❝   you  just  want  to  make  sure  all  of  it  is  mixed  together   ...   and  then  we  can  use  the  cookie  cutter  to  make  the  shapes   ❞   she  informs  him.  she  takes  out  the  various  shapes  of  the  christmas  themed  cookie  cutters  she  possessed  from  the  kitchen  drawer.  she  lays  them  out  for  art  to  see,   ❝   this  one  is  my  favorite   ❞   she  tells  him,  pointing  at  the  snowflake  shape.

[capitclkarma]

nixon + sienna @desbvndar @ their house he he

door crashed open , sound echoing throughout the house . turning , nixon locked the door , pulling at it to make sure it was tight . " hello ," he called out , searching for sienna and cosmia . anxiety arising when he didn't hear the pitter patter of little feet dancing around the halls . head swerving , checking the windows to make sure nothing was broken . feet working quickly and eyes even quicker . he turned the corner and saw his two girls sitting in the kitchen . light from the windows illuminating his angels . " you need to answer when i call you , " he chided . " i was worried sick ." glance moved to cosmia , careful about what he said around her . he moved toward her , petting her hair before giving her a kiss on the forehead . " you have to be more careful now . just say hi next time , so i know you're home . "

[insufferablemonsters]

@saburaito liked for a starter from sienna shaw !!

halloween  used  to  be  a  day  that  sienna  enjoyed.  she  used  to  celebrate  this  holiday  with  joy  by  spending  it  with  her  close  friends  and  helping  her  little  brother  pick  his  costume,  being  by  her  mom's  side  as  they  passed  out  candy  all  night   …   none  of  those  traditions  no  longer  existed,  and  it  all  boiled  down  to  one  horrifying  reason:  that  fucking  clown.  her  friends  were  dead,  her  mother  was  dead,  and  her  brother  was  practically  estranged.  she  didn't  blame  him,  although.  she's  had  so  many  issues  and  terrors  that  have  been  haunting  her  ever  since  the  events  of  that  night.  she  wasn't  exactly  surprised  that  he  didn't  want  to  spend  much  time  around  her  anymore.  she's  just  been   …   lonely. 

she  wanted  to  stay  in  all  night;  cooped  up  in  her  room  under  some  blankets  as  she  watched  movies  all  night  and  stuffed  her  face  with  chocolate.  but,  she  had  promised  to  walk  her  classmate's  dog  while  they  were  out  of  town  and  that's  what  she  was  doing,  keeping  her  promise.  no  costume  for  her  tonight.  she  was  snuggled  up  in  her  hoodie,  arms  folded  over  her  chest,  as  she  held  tightly  onto  the  leash  of  the  little  poodle.  sienna's  eyes  couldn't  help  but  dart  around,  cautious  of  everyone  in  costume  around  her.  anyone  wearing  anything  that  resembled  a  clown  or  a  mime  caused  her  limbs  to  quake  with  fear.  could  it  be  him?  or  that  one?  or  maybe  him? 

                   BOOM  !!

she  should've  been  watching  where  she  was  walking.  she  had  stumbled  right  into  someone  else,  causing  her  to  let  out  a  small,  frightened  gasp  and  a  slight  stumble  in  her  footsteps.  she  cleared  her  throat,  looking  up  at  the  other  with  nervous  eyes,       ❝     i'm  sorry.  i  was   —   i  wasn't  looking  where  i  was  going      ❞     she  apologized,  tugging  the  dog  back  to  her  side  when  it  began  barking  at  passersby.       ❝      wait,  i  know  you   …   global  history,  right?     ❞     she  pointed  out.

[losingdcgs]

STATUS: closed for @celestialxshores (sienna)

More often than not, Axel quickly bailed after practice sessions with his fellow members of Eclipsed Reverie, disinterested in hanging around unless he truly had to give his opinion on a creative decision. It wasn't like they were friends after all. Today, however, he hung back. The choice was obviously the result of boredom and definitely not because his bandmates were growing on him to the point he actually sort of enjoyed their company. That's what he told himself at least, regardless of whether or not it was true. "So, any word on an upcoming gig or whatever?" He casually asked as he packed up his bass.

[cresccents]

it  had  been  a  while  since  she  saw  sienna,  words  only  exchanged  by  letters  .  memories  only  taking  shape  and  kept  alive  by  looking  at  her  first  attempts  of  what  couldn’t  even  be  considered  a  dress.  as  she  adjusted  the  heavy  basket,  her  heart  was  beating  with  anticipation,  wondering  how  she’d  gift  her  the  basket  filled  with  dresses,  carefully  stitched  with  dedication  and  appreciation  for  the  person,  who  had  somehow  saved  her,  taught  her  something  she  could  truly  be  proud  of.  “  sienna  !”  she  waved,  her  breath  caught  in  her  throat  as  she  finally  spotted  her.  her  eyes  softened  at  the  sight  of  her  friend,  stepping  closer  to  close  the  distance  in  an  instant.  “  have  you  been  well?  you  somehow  got  even  more  beautiful,  i  hope  my  gift  will  do  your  beauty  justice.  ”

@sparkledcrowns ( sienna )

[siiinfully]

continued from this with @dontstepinmypuddle

One eye rolls open to squint at Sienna. "Darlin', it's...it's so late it's technically early. I'm not even gonna question how you got in,but the least you could do is speak a language I can parse without translating."

She smiled and slid into bed next to him, spooning him. “Means ‘daddy’ in Spanish,” was her whisper before she started nibbling gently on his ear. “Now go back to sleep…” Not that he needed her protection, but she liked holding him.

[ofgrenvde]

closed starter @siennaxcastillo

Pouring the amber liquid into Sienna's glass made her lips quirk up. The booze cost more than most would spend on rent, but after today's job, Imani figured she deserved the splurge. It wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it. Music thumped through the upscale bar while suits and dresses swayed past, oblivious to the fact they were drinking next to someone who'd just completed a hit earlier that afternoon. She slid the glass over, thinking about how surreal it was to go from that level of intensity to this cushy lounge in the span of hours. "Since you're looking way too proper right now, I dare you to go seduce that silver fox by the piano who keeps staring at you." The dare rolled off her tongue before she registered saying it. God, she needed to stop playing matchmaker—it never ended well. Still, watching her friend squirm would make up for having to wear these damn heels. At least the target's blood hadn't splattered on them. Those Louboutins were her favorites.

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @alllnights

seeing  her  again  makes  a  familiar  heartache  return,  but  her  courage  to  close  the  door  and  leave  this  behind  for  good  comes  and  goes.  “what  is  there  left  to  talk  about?”  she  has  missed  sienna  too,  but  sometimes  missing  someone  doesn’t  mean  you  should  go  back  to  them.  “i  thought  we’d  already  said  everything  that  needed  to  be  said.”

[anoetics]

"   what you’ve just witnessed is a piece of fiction. the reality, i’m sorry to say, is much harsher. far more brutal.   " / @cotiere

[siennagreerrp]

Location: Ormond's Grocery Status: Open Starter ( @hidehillstart )

Sienna usually preferred an early morning shopping trip, but she'd pulled doubles at The Pet Doctor the past two days. So here she was at 6pm, still in her navy scrubs, a grocery basket hooked around her elbow as she meandered through the store. She'd been so busy between work, and going through her grandfather's affairs, she hadn't realized how empty the pantry and fridge had gotten. A box of cinnamon toast crunch, a box of spaghetti and a jar of pasta, some microwave meals, she was going for quick and easy. But the produce section caught her eye. The strawberries were the largest and most delightful shade of red, and the grapes...not a bad looking one in the bunch. She added both to her grocery basket, which was now getting heavier than she intended, and whirled around with the intention of making a beeline for the register before she added more weight to her basket.

"Oh!" She collided with another body, in such shock she couldn't tell whether her purchases hit the floor or theirs. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I wasn't paying attention..."

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Waylon rushes to find Sienna as quickly as he can. He makes it to her place and practically bursts through the door. Please, god, let her be okay. "Sienna? Sienna!"

- ( @storystartsanew )

She sniffles, tears filling her eyes when she hears him come in and curling up tighter. What if it wasn't him again? What if it was the mean one, the one who'd tried to hurt her, who--

"Silenzio, Bruno," she hisses fiercely to herself, slowly crawling out of her hiding place to peek, looking around anxiously.