#ft. sienna

[rvbelhearts]

@takingcareofbusiness

It was like Jon could hear his brother talking to him, and he knew he should have been paying attention to what Sefa was saying, but Jon was lost in his own little world, and his own thoughts, because he could not take his eyes off of Sienna, and the way she was moving on that dance floor. He knew this was a bad idea, and he should have kept his ass at the hotel that night, because he turned into a complete idiot whenever he was around Sienna, because man he had some strong ass feelings for her, but she was Sefa’s best friend, and it just didn’t feel right trying to make moves on his brother’s friend. Speaking of his brother, Jon was soon snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a smack against the back of his head, courtesy of Sefa. “What man?! What?! Sorry, I was thinking about something, but what is it. I’m listening.”

[salemhwang]

       closed  starter  for  @siennalevesques​​   /   SIENNA  &.  SALEM

       generally  as  someone  who  could  barely  tolerate  strangers  on  a  good  day,  salem  found  himself  going  into  this  basket  auction  with  radically  low  expectations.  he  figured  putting  any  kind  of  standard  on  what's  to  come  would  only  leave  him  disappointed  yet  not  surprised.  given,  he  heard  from  gavin  that  this  sienna  person  was  likely  not  a  female  ted  bundy  plotting  his  demise  and  from  the  very  brief  introduction  they  had  once  the  pairs  were  announced,  she  seemed  relatively  normal.  but  that's  another  assumption  on  his  part  leading  to  an  expectation,  so  salem  can  only  hope.  he's  waiting  in  their  agreed  upon  location  in  the  park  when  he  spotted  her  approaching  him.  ❝  you're  sienna,  yeah  ??  ❞  brown  hues  examine  her  before  she  stops  in  front  of  him.  ❝  you  don't  look  like  you  could  throw  me  in  a  lake,  so  i  think  we're  good  here.  ❞  he  said  the  last  bit  more  to  himself  but  he  digresses.  ❝  if  i'm  gonna  be  honest,  i  forgot  what  was  in  your  basket  since  i  kinda  just  threw  money  at  one  that  looked  like  the  person  knew  how  to  cook.  so  congratulations  on  your  presentation  at  least.  the  jury's  still  out  on  the  actual  taste.  i'm  salem,  by  the  way.  ❞

[rvbelhearts]

@takingcareofbusiness

“Who the hell is ringing my doorbell at three in the morning?!” That’s the first words that flew out of Josh’s lips as he jumped up from bed, and quickly headed downstairs to see what was going on. The first thing he thought was that it better not be his son, coming home at this hour, but his kids were with their mother, so it couldn’t be him. Was it Jon or Sefa? Had something happened in the family? He was about to panic as he pulled the front door open, and it only got worse when he saw who actually was on the other side; his best friend in the world, Sienna, and he could tell she’d been crying. “Sisi? What’s wrong? What happened? What are you doing here?”

[frthestars]

didn't we agree on that? sienna to mel !

"Did we," Mel echoes. She's unsure; she seems to spend a lot of time unsure and doubtful these days. It's a hazard of working too much and sleeping too little.

[gcnetics]

who: priya & sienna | @pinkauras where: a 4th floor conference room

priya isn't supposed to be here. she knows that as soon as she slides the badge over the scanner and ducks her head just enough to not look suspicious—but here she is anyway, tucked into the corner of an empty conference room on the fourth floor, the kind with the too-long table and the chairs no one ever adjusts because it isn’t their problem. she hasn’t turned the lights on, just lets the gray slant of morning through the blinds, casting striped shadows across her white coat. it's quiet here, in a way that the interns’ bullpen never is. no pagers chirping, no one snapping at her to move faster, no looming reminder that tess harrison reed has the power to pluck her out of the program at any second. priya's trying to steady her breathing, to pretend she has some semblance of control.

and then, inevitably, the door creaks open.

her head snaps up, guilt already blazing across her face even though she hasn’t technically done anything wrong—well, except for the part where she isn't supposed to be hiding out in here. she freezes when she sees who it is. “sienna,” she breathes, voice pitching low like she’d been caught sneaking out of class in high school. the silence stretches a beat too long before she tries to fill it, words rushing out in a tumble. “i swear, i was just-just needed a second. not running away, or, you know, completely imploding about the possibility of getting fired. definitely not that.” her attempt at a laugh sounds thin even to her own ears.

[pompeooo]

@ellenpompeo: Thank you @beyonce for helping me show my kids who runs this Mutha... #ivypark #adidas also this green is everything!!!! #mamawillthisfitme

[drakexthornley]

# - Sienna

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Sienna Imperia 

What your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: A picture a nicer photographer took of them at the most recent Presidential Ball. 

What your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Generic classical music tune (piano)

My muse’s last text to your muse: “Worst day ever. How could a restaurant be out of tea? 😔 “

[brookepvrker]

sienna

“I got a lot of love for that girl, even if she has that god awful nickname for me after all these years.” Shaking her head, she spoke again, “No, I’m serious. I love that girl, even when she’s off runnin’ from engagements and trying to set me up on a blind date, she’s got so much more love and care in her heart than most people will ever really realize. I mean this is the girl that was lettin’ me cry on her shoulder when I was 10 years old... Anyways, I just want her to be happy, I always do. Sometimes I think she’s running from it, like she’s running from a chance at that... God, what am I sayin’ right now? Can I have another Long Island?”

@siennadaniels