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YOU CANNOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH I’M WINNING THE THEORY BINGO RIGHT NOW.
(My OG post here)
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Closed RP~ @league-of-villainous-entities
It was about a month after Sienna returned home. She sorta, vanished one day. More like, she vanished for a week at least.
Found in an alley, busted lip and blood dripping from her head. She had the metallic taste in her mouth still. She honestly wasn't expecting anyone to find her-
But of course he found her. His fiance.
Sienna was very quiet once she returned to the house. Staying in the bed more often then not, she felt like a shell more. She felt like she didn't deserve his kindness, especially now. Especially as she went to find- him.
She knew Valentine had to be aware in some way. Especially since, she's home with pieces of metal dug under her skin. It looked like a piercing but honestly was a branding more. She was his, was the clear message. But more towards Valentine, as if a warning. He'll get her back.
blog: redone
prompts: open
dick: out
30 - why you gotta do me dirty like that
30.) Matcha: Bonus question of your choice! I might answer…
I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby boo
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“ Hi, my name is Yamato “I never cause my friends problems” Ishida. ”
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Why are my tagging privileges revoked?
I did nothing wrong.
"I just... Uh... Sorry... 'Scuse me..."
Chris fumbled with his books for a moment before they tumbled to the ground, slips of paper covered with scribbled sketches and scrawled notes spilled onto the floor. "Oh dear."