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6teen + tragic lesbian

[sienna-nena]

༄ 𝐢 𝐧 𝐭 𝐫 𝐨 !! ( 🍽 ) ˚◞

Hi there, it's Sienna.

it's very nice to meet you, the name you already know and the surname is Wilson. yup, i'm the daughter of a doctor. though not biologically, adopted, i'm spanish, holahola.

all the guys and gals i meet have this app, so i figured why not make a blog? turns out some of the staff from my father's hospital also are active here.. huh, weird that adults are so up-to-date.

❛ house md oc roleplay account ! ❜ ( links to info , headcanons & openstartes will be here ! )

basic info : one.

daniel campner rp blog

[sienna-nena]

look i love House don't get me wrong- no, actually, do get me wrong, i don't love House i love his mind and his funny cane. But, anways, can SOMEONE tell him to stop calling me Wilson's tragic lesbian daughter TO MY FACE? like, seesh, do it behind my back at least damn..

[winchester-anabelle]

Open interaction

Trigger Warnings: Drug use / overdose, ANGST, NDE.

It'd started quite innocently, a small cough that didn't seem to go away, constant fatigue, aches, all things which Annie attributed to the massive ammounts of stress she'd been under for the past few weeks. After all, she'd been doing quite a lot of drinking and coke as well. None of this was at all strange, but then it kept getting worse, and she'd ignore it. No one liked a worrier.

Even when she'd gotten worse, starting to see or hear things that weren't there and coughing up small ammounts of blood, she just convinced herself she had lives to save before she could be a bother to anyone. All she had to do was keep herself perked up and keep going, keep working, keep trying to be perfect.

But this plan quickly failed when during her clinic hours, she'd fainted mid-checkup, waking in a bed hours later feeling faint and still tasting her own blood.

"The fuck...?"

(Tagged people: @chase-is-on-the-caseee @sienna-nena @jacobmfisher-md @drbaileyhart @drrowenakincaid )

Anyone else I missed / didn't wanna be tagged after all I'm sorry!!! My heart craved angst of Annie getting ill from all her laced coke

[sienna-nena]

The first thing Annabelle saw was a familiar pair of blue eyes that, for a second, looked exactly like House's. Just a blink and the were back being Sienna's eyes.

The daughter of Dr. James Wilson was standing besides the bed Annabelle was laid on, her blue eyes peering at her softly. No hint of any emotion except for the slight crease between her brows, so subtle, could it be sadness? worry? disappointment? curiosity? or maybe she was just analyzing as she always does?

"..you kinda fainted" She spoke, her voice level and calm but with a slight tremble. She was confused.

Her hands tightened slightly on the railing of the bed Annabelle was laid on, her head slightly tilted to the side as she looked at her face. "and i'm just using the word fainted as a washed down version for what reall happened."

[inneedofantidepressants]

Hi, dad! how are you?<33

- Sienna Wilson ( @sienna-nena )

Hey, kid.

I’m doing great, maybe.. I dunno, my day has been mixed feelings actually.

How about you?

[sienna-nena]

I'm doing great, too, and what do you mean it's been mixed feelings? did you have any hard cases at the hospital today? or is it just House being House?

[drbaileyhart]

OPEN RP

Dr. Hart comes into work late, their clothes wrinkled, hair frizzy, and hearing aids nowhere to be seen.

They do, however, have a huge grin on their face.

They don't even go to their office immediately, instead dropping by the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. They ignore the confused and curious looks that people throw their way- they're used to it.

But they don't expect to be approached by someone while they're leaving the cafeteria.

[sienna-nena]

Sienna is just walking into the caffeteria, in search of her dad who is supposed to be having his break right now but he's probably off with House anyways.

However, her attention is quickly snatched by a flash of blue amongst the usual blondes and browns and blacks of the caffeteria. Her eyebrows rise slightly in surprise, blue eyes shining with almost wonder.

She quickly changes her current mission from 'searching for dad' to 'finding out who does that wonderful blue hair belongs to', and the brunette girl walks her way right over to the person. By the uniform she can tell it's a doctor she's approaching.

"hi!" she says, softly but cheerfully, looking up at the doctor. "I like your hair!"

[sienna-nena]

👥: house md oc ( Sienna Wilson ).

💌: Wilson x House implied.

🎵: flaca, andres calamaro.

[winchester-anabelle]

hi miss Winchester! how is your day going so far? Sienna Wilson ( @sienna-nena )

Miss? Oh, lord, I'm only 22. Now I feel ancient-

I'm fine though, thank you for asking.

[sienna-nena]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, if you were indeed ancient i think you'd still look very pretty! I'm glad to hear that tho, do you like it here at the hospital?

[sienna-nena]

𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 ⸝⸝ — just some info on the adopted daughter of one of the most brilliant minds at princetown-plainsboro teaching hospital ! ( oc )

꒰ flaca, no me claves, tus puñales, por la espalda .. ꒱

she is spanish and was adopted by Wilson and Bonnie three months before their eventual divorce.

she is 6teen, her birthday is the 15th of April.

a total tragic lesbian, she's hopelessly in love with her girl best friend but she doesn't correspond such feelings.

has bpd, she was diagnosed at 14 after a whole year of exploration and following and due to her being a textbook/extreme case.

low iron / anemia 💔

she is studying arts atm

she is very poetic and deep, very philosophical, and enjoys reading into things or interpreting stuff.

she's very affectionate and will catter to whichever love language said person is the most comfortable with (physical touch, words of reassurance, gift-giving, quality time, etc, etc..)

she is constantly writing poems, and the subject of these is often death, tragic romantic longing/yearning, angels, guilt or mourning.

she's very friendly and social, though her battery runs real low real fast if she's tired.

speaking of tired: she gets really moody when she's not slept enough (she loves sleeping fr)

"People ask me about Sienna—my colleagues, the nurses, sometimes even patients who notice the drawings she leaves on my desk. They ask what she's like, and I never know where to start. How do you describe a girl who writes elegies to sadness and finds beauty in loss? How do you explain someone who can spend hours drawing the most heartbreaking images you've ever seen, who is happy in her sadness? She has this energy.. this incredible, overwhelming, sometimes exhausting energy, that fills every room she enters. And then, without warning, it can drain away, and she becomes this quiet, distant presence, watching the world from behind those impossibly blue eyes. She thinks she's too much. I know she tells herself that, late at night, when the crying fits come and she's sure no one can hear. She thinks she's difficult, that she's a burden, that I'm only here because I'm too kind to leave. She doesn't understand that she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. She doesn't understand that every time she pushes me away, I only want to stay more. She doesn't understand that loving her is the easiest thing I've ever done. I wish things had been different with Bonnie. I wish we could have given her what she deserved from the start—two parents, a stable home, a family that wasn't already falling apart before she arrived. Bonnie tried. She really did. But she wasn't prepared for the intensity of her, for the way she feels everything at once, for the nights when she needs someone to just sit with her in the dark. And I... I was so focused on holding myself together, on pretending my marriage wasn't ending, on hiding the truth about how I felt about House, that I couldn't be fully present for either of them. Sienna deserved better than a fractured family held together by hope and desperation. She deserved parents who were whole, who could show her what love looks like when it's not complicated by longing for someone else. But then, I suppose I've spent my whole life wishing things had been different, haven't I? Wishing I'd answered my brother's calls. Wishing I'd been brave enough to tell House the truth years ago. Wishing I could be the person Sienna needs me to be, instead of this broken man who's just barely holding it together. She deserves better. But she's stuck with me. And somehow, impossibly, she seems to think that's enough.

Physically, she's a walking ghost of my regrets. She has House's eyes—that exact shade of pale blue that I've been drowning in for fifteen years, the color of ice under winter sun. His hair too, the same dark waves, the same tendency to curl at the ends when it gets long. And the leg- God, the leg. Chronic pain from a leg length discrepancy, another stupid parallel to him. When I first saw her photograph, I thought I was looking at a picture of him. Then I read further, and I found out about the BPD. She has his brain, his intensity, his way of seeing the world differently from everyone else. But she has my heart. She writes poetry, draws pictures, feels everything so deeply that it sometimes drowns her. She's what House and I would have made, if we'd been brave enough, if the world had been different, if a thousand impossible things had somehow come true. She's the daughter we never could have had, and she's mine, and every day I look at her and see him, and every day I love her more for it.

I was so terrified of what House would see. The first time I brought her to the hospital, I could barely breathe. I kept imagining him looking at her. Really looking, the way he looks at everything, dissecting, analyzing, finding the truth hidden beneath the surface. I imagined him seeing her eyes, her hair, the way she moves with that slight limp from her leg. I imagined him connecting dots, doing the math, understanding that I had found a girl who looked exactly like him and adopted her. I imagined him saying, with that flat, cruel honesty of his, "Nice try, Wilson. But she's not mine." And what would I say to that? How could I explain that I knew she wasn't his, but that she looked like what our daughter might have looked like, in some alternate universe where such things were possible? How could I explain that I adopted her not despite the resemblance, but because of it? That every time I look at her, I see him, and every time I see him, I think of her, and somehow, impossibly, that makes me feel like I have a family?

— James Wilson, 2005

. !! ( physical appearance )

height. 5'5"

build. slim, skinny, delicate, narrow shoulders, not much meat

bodytype. lanky.

Hair:

dark brown

wavy

falls into her eyes constantly

gets tangled everywhere

split ends

Eyes:

icy blue

extremely expressive

Skin:

very pale

burns easily

scarrs easyly

faceclaim. margaret qualley