#sh: scienna

[saintlegacy]

😍 (Scienna & Haisy)

scienna: x

haisy: x

[dohertywrites-archive]

“Why is your hand on my ass?”

Vienna's never been one to shy away from an opportunity, and it hasn't changed since Scott's very public break up with a certain brunette. For years she's watched them be loving to cameras, towards friends and family, to everyone within earshot. She watched the love of her life take another girl out on dates, show up to appearances, even move in with her. Quite frankly, when the news split that Scott and Cassie's relationship took a turn for the worst, Vienna jumped at the first chance.

She isn't going to let Scott slip through her fingers. Not again.

That's why, on a beautiful Tuesday afternoon, Vienna stands outside with the man of her dreams. She and Scott might've had history, she might've known he was in a PR stunt, but that doesn't change her feelings. She slips her hand into his back pocket, standing tall beside him as they look down at their metaphorical kingdom. They are the king and Queen of Manhattan — nobody, not even Astor and Cora, can take that away.

She hums happily when his arm wraps around her, pulls her closer to his being, and she looks up at him with a coy smile. "I have to let the world know that you're taken," she says matter-of-fact, but nevertheless slips her hand out of his back pocket. She pats his ass, and watches as he smirks in response. "And maybe I just really like your ass, okay? It's a great ass."

[saintlegacy]

send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours (scienna)

Vienna → Scott: I really, really wish that we didn’t give this a proper shot when we still had the chance, Scott. Maybe it’s too late now, but I hate thinking back on us and realizing how many missed opportunities we had. Or maybe it’s just late and I’m tired and cranky, but I don’t know.Vienna → Scott: I’m just worried that we missed our chance, Scott.Vienna → Scott: I’m worried because I love you. I’m in love with you. And I really, really don’t want to let you go.