beneath her composure

Sienna Lewis. Registered Therapist. Owner Of Blue Hour Therapy

[xsheknowsenough]

(logan browning, cis female, she/her) Someone said they saw [SIENNA LEWIS] around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s Murder. People are wondering if they had something to do with it. The [TWENTY SEVEN] year old claims to be [AT HOME PREPPING CLIENT NOTES] at the time of the murder. They are said to be [INTUITIVE], which can play to their innocence until you consider they are also [EVASIVE]. But who knows if they are telling the truth? Rumor has it, they [ARE NOT] a witness in the investigation.  Regardless, the [CIVILIAN] who happens to be the [THERAPIST] is a suspect, but so is everyone else. 

Elara Pierce, was born on October 31st in 1998. Sienna Lewis was born on October 31st in 2025...Weird right? Don't worry, it'll all make sense soon.

A Quick Blast To The Past:

-Elara lived in a small town in British Columbia . After moving out of her house for the first time she wanted to prove to her parents she could make it on her own. Standing on your own two feet comes with a price. This was something Elara thought that she could handle at first but soon found herself to be mistaken. Long story short, she trusted the wrong people to help her get on her feet and got sucked into a spiritual cult. By the time she realized what had happened it was too late. Her breaking point? Giving someone a herbal mix that was supposed to "save" them but almost killed them instead. So, Elara Pierce became Sienna Lewis. She packed up her whole life and moved away in hopes to land somewhere to find peace and safety.

Sienna has always trusted her intuition. Growing up in a spiritual community taught her early that survival often depended on understanding people before they understood themselves. The mind is a muscle after all, one she never learned to stop exercising.

Step inside her home and you’ll find rosemary burning by the window, incense smoke dancing through the air, a simmer pot quietly steaming on the stove, yoga mats tucked into corners and a couple of fascia balls in a pile underneath her desk. Calm lives here. Or at least the illusion of it does. Most days Sienna is composed. Grounded. Kind in a way that makes people feel seen without feeling exposed.

Unfortunately, you’ve caught her at a bad time.

One of her favorite clients is dead. Shot and left on the side of the road, and this changed everything. This wasn't supposed to be part of Miles Logan's story. He was supposed to work through his issues, continue on with his therapy sessions, and go on to live a better life. Despite her teachings and knowledge about how to work through grief, the night she heard he died, Sienna came undone. Hysterical. Disoriented. Not thinking clearly.

Maybe that's why she lied to the police. Maybe it was just easier to pretend to know less than she lead on. At least that's what she told herself.

Yes she may seem like a kindness first, love and light, and peace above all type, but every candy has that unexpected sour center you can get to if you keep gnawing at it for long enough. There is a darkness that lies just beneath the surface of her calm exterior. One that she hasn't even dissected herself. If you're smart, you'll pray you never find it.

Don’t be mistaken by her cagey nature. Sienna rarely assumes people are hiding something. She just works very hard to make sure no one realizes how many secrets she’s keeping herself. Because when it comes to skeletons, her closet isn’t empty. It’s overflowing.

Connections Section:

Guardian Angel: This person has seen Sienna battle with her light and dark side and they do everything they can to make sure the darkness doesn't win. This is very much the "Did you get enough sleep last night?" "Hey, you doing okay?" kind of friend. They check in on her when they can and make it known they will always be there if she needs something.

4 Missed Calls: This is the person she called the night that Miles died. Imagine watching someone have a hysterical breakdown and cry in your arms and then the very next day, act like nothing had happened. Sienna is ashamed she let someone else see this part of her which is why it's easier to push them away than it is to let them in.

Strictly Confidential: Because I'm incredibly messy I think it would be fun if she has a client she's started to develop feelings for that are maybe mutual. They were in her office talking one day sharing a few laughs when suddenly she realized they were holding each others gazes for a bit too long. Or maybe their hands accidentally touched and the electricity that she felt shoot through her body was too obvious to ignore

What We Say Here Stays Here: This person could be a casual client of Sienna. They have a pretty good relationship and she even goes the extra mile to make sure they're okay. She'll probably send them somatic exercises or give them a few free herbal tea mixes to calm their nerves. Or A pep talk whenever they need it.

I Know What You Did Last Summer: Remember when I mentioned Sienna's dark side earlier? That's all this individual remembers of her. They know her as Elara Pierce. And as someone who almost died when she gave them a herbal mix that was supposed to "save" them instead. They think she's a total fake and don't believe for a second she's as empathetic as she says she is. They are determined to expose her and show everyone who she really is. Or they aren't afraid to say they think she's a wolf in sheep's clothing.

I'm open to all kinds of other connections! If you have one you think sounds like fun please lmk! Let's brainstorm!

[jasonxmacavoy]

"Unnatural." Jason repeated, chewing on the word like it had both amused and challenged him at the same time. "Lemme tell ya one thing," His brow ticked up, and he huffed out a low, rough breath before he went on. "Ain't nothin' unnatural 'bout fightin'." It was all that fish to water, wolf to the hunt kind of bullshit—innate, primal, and the only way Jason knew how to survive. "Goes back to cavemen and shit—it’s in our friggin’ DNA."

Jason lifted a calloused hand again and tapped his palm twice with his opposite fingers. "But c'mon." He beckoned her forward and held the target out, palm flat, an open invitation for Sienna to strike.

"Right here." he instructed. "Gotta know what I'm workin' with first."

[xsheknowsenough]

Her eyes closed momentarily as she let out a breath and smiled. He was right, but his point didn't change the way she felt. This wasn't her world. But she still did want to learn it. She supposed most things worth wanting were paired with adversity. That doesn't mean that giving up would or should be an option. "Okay." Her eyes opened and she focused on Jason's hand. She tried to remember everything she could about how to throw a popper punch. Power comes from your hips, no tucking your thumb into your fingers, one foot in front of the other. Her lips pressed together and her posture stiffened. With all the force she could muster her fist shot forward and her front knuckles connected solidly against Jason's palm. She dropped her hand by her sides and shifted back into her regular posture, now a tad more tense than before. "How was that?" She asked, a touch of concern slipping through.

[saltandstatic]

zahir nods once when she accepts, already turning toward the cruiser, popping the back to grab a cold bottle from the cooler before returning and offering it out to her without much ceremony. “here,” he says, tone easy, like it’s nothing. his eyes flick over her briefly... not lingering, just instinct... before settling back into something more relaxed. “yeah,” he answers her question, a faint hint of something lighter crossing his expression. “used to run track. kind of stuck.” he gestures vaguely down the street with the bottle still in his hand before letting it drop back to his side. “good way to stay ahead of things,” he adds, casual, though there’s a quiet truth under it. a small pause follows as he glances around the neighborhood, taking in the usual details before looking back at her. “you run this route often?” he asks, tone conversational, but purposeful in that subtle way of his.

[xsheknowsenough]

"Thanks." She nods her head at him as she takes the bottle in her hands. Her fingers toying with the lid but not quite opening it yet. "Oh really?" She asked, tilting her head slightly. "What kind of track do you prefer?" She twisted the cap loose with her thumb and index finger. So far things seemed fine. She subtly deepened her breathing and felt herself begin to settle. Sienna had only managed a small sip before she head him ask about her route. Her breathing stayed the same but her jaw tensed. She smiled anyway. "Not too often." She replied lightly. "I like to change it up."

[clwmarks]

open starter !! @thefaultstarters location: outside addicted to the bean

josephina santoro was dead, and yujin was... angry. surprisingly angry. he had been running on empty, only adrenaline. he wasn't mourning her, wasn't capable of that. bodies, to yujin, were just that: dead before they hit the ground, most of the time. and if they weren't, he would finish the job. there was something lodged in his stomach now, something between dread and utter frustration. if the mob hadn't been capable of keeping its dearest princess safe, what chance did anyone else stand? he needed coffee. he needed to keep going. he didn't know what goal he was aiming for, only that he wouldn't get there if he stalled now. so when he exited the coffee shop, a cop of americano with six sugars clamped in his hand, he hadn't exactly been paying attention.

he bumped into them, shoulder first, the movement incredibly harsh; he was a lot more considerate usually. or at least, capable of that consideration. now, there was only this: reactive violence. he turned, looked at the victim he'd just made, rolled his eyes.

"oh, i am so not doing this today--"

[xsheknowsenough]

A light gasp flew out of her mouth when she felt Yujin's shoulder connect with hers. She looked up at him immediately expecting an apology, but instead was met with annoyance. What was his problem? "I understand you're not in a great mood but that doesn't give you the right to push past someone like that." The dull ache she now felt in her shoulder only added fuel to her frustration. She held his gaze for a moment longer than necessary, studying him. Something about him felt familiar. "Wait...Don't I know you?"

[burningvalhalla]

"You're far too alluring to be this chafing, you know that?" But a wolfish grin stayed put, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Perhaps he should be the bigger person and walk the fuck away… But that had never really been Bastian's style. Instead, he stood his ground, overlooking Sienna with mild interest. "I look good no matter what. Just check out my mugshot when they upload it." As the conversation continued, he couldn't contain the aggravation that settled in the base of his chest. "What the fuck makes you or anyone else think I can't control myself? Did you ever stop to consider that I started a fight because I fucking wanted to? That I chose to react? I wanted to… and I'd do it again. Easy." He was so tired of people acting like he was a ticking time bomb without a timer. If he was going to blow, it was going to be his decision.

[xsheknowsenough]

Her eyes closed softly as she let out a silent exhale through her nose. She needed a few moments to dig for the restraint she knew she had. "I'm going to pretend that sentence ended at alluring." Long lashes touched her lids when her eyes opened. She ignored his next comment knowing all too well it would take her down a road she didn't want to travel down. Sienna had to admit, Bash was quick. But quick was a double edged sword when it was accompanied by acting before thinking. "Control needs somewhere to go. Anger doesn't. And you can call it what you want but if you aren't careful you'll keep mistaking one for the other."

[asinsilkytragedy]

@xsheknowsenough

location: a perfume store

Asena moved slowly through the boutique, her attention drifting from one glass bottle to the next, each one lifted, tested, considered with quiet precision. She paused at one display a little longer than the others, bringing a tester strip to her nose, her expression thoughtful as the scent settled. It was good. Safe, even. Recognizable. She set it down, not fully convinced, before her gaze shifted to the woman nearby, someone who looked just as deliberate in her choices. Asena studied her for a brief moment, then stepped closer, her presence calm but noticeable. “Can I ask you something?” she said, her tone smooth, polite, though there was a natural confidence beneath it. She lifted two bottles slightly, one in each hand. “Do you prefer something people recognize,” she continued, her head tilting just a touch as she considered the question aloud, “or something… entirely your own?” A faint smile touched her lips, subtle but inviting. “I can’t decide if I want to be remembered or… questioned.” Her gaze flicked between the two scents before returning to the woman, genuinely curious. “You seem like you’d have an opinion.”

[xsheknowsenough]

Brows up and eyes alert, Sienna took her eyes off the blouse she was eyeing and turned to face Asena. "Sure." She chirped. Lips pressed together and head tilted slightly, she listened to the brown haired woman talk her through her options. Her eyes went to the ceiling in thought before traveling down to meet Asena's. "I think originality is recognizable and the answers you give are what make you memorable." She stepped forward and her hands hovered over the bottles. "May I?" She gently took the bottles and gave them a sniff, humming when the notes floated up to kiss her nose. "Recognizable." She said holding one of the bottles out to Asena. "Memorable." She mirrored the same action with the opposite bottle. "It's whatever resonates with you though. I personally think you could pull off both well."

[echosnoir]

“oh, yeah? whew. means i gotta be doing something right,” nico said with an easy grin, like the idea of being called boring personally offended him. he watched her pass him for a second longer than necessary before falling into step beside her again, shoulders brushing lightly. “you really should,” he added, tone softening just a touch, more genuine now. “you’ve got a good energy about you…not a lot of people like that just switch it off when they leave a room.” but when her voice dipped, when that quiet admission slipped out, something in him shifted. “i get it,” he said gently, nudging her shoulder again like he didn’t want to make it too heavy. “personally, you couldn’t let me down. but I get not wanting to feel like that with your patients.” he exhaled lightly. “still…superman can’t save everyone, and neither can you—especially not if you’re running yourself into the ground.” his gaze lingered on her for a second, something softer there. “you’re allowed to step away without it meaning you’ve failed someone. besides, you can't pour something out of an empty cup."

the way she said his name didn’t go unnoticed, even if he didn’t understand why it stuck with him the way it did. he let it sit quietly in the back of his mind as he listened, really listened, a small smile forming as she talked about the beach. “yeah…that makes sense,” he said, a little quieter now, like he could picture it. “beach fits you. calm, grounded…carrying on a lot while pretending you’re not,” he teased lightly, just enough to ease the weight again. he slipped his hands into his pockets, glancing ahead before looking back at her. “me? i don’t really do quiet like that. i need noise, music, people, something going on so my brain doesn’t get too loud.” a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “and hey, sushi and a break from saving the world? i think that’s a solid start for today. i know just the spot and it's not too far from here.” he tilted his head slightly toward her, that crooked smile returning. "tell me, what do you enjoy writing about? do you want to create a book one day?"

[xsheknowsenough]

His compliment made her expression brighten. Sienna was no stranger to kind words, but she always preferred compliments about her internal rather than her external. The kind that made her feel seen by the person she was talking to. "Thank you." Her focus on him lingered longer than she realized. Shyness began to overcome her causing her to look away. She found herself taking more shallow breaths than normal. The nudge made her look over at him again. A quiet hum vibrated in her chest as she took a few moments to let Nico's words sink in. "I'm still learning to do that." She replied softly. "But it's always nice to have someone to remind me every once in a while." One of her fingers reached out finding their way to his, she gave the back of his hand a soft tap with her index.

"That's me." she said playfully with a shrug. Her lips went to the corner of her mouth in thought. "Hmm, maybe I should try that." her response was half to herself and half to him. More like she was thinking out loud. "I bet I could help you get through the quiet though. It becomes easier to handle the more you immerse yourself in it." Sienna ran a hand through her hair when she felt the wind lightly blow it forwards. "Spicy crab rolls and a day off, Superman would be jealous." Feeling the her shy energy slowly creep its way back into her system, she hesitated. "A book-" she paused before admitting- "May or may not already be in the works. It's half spoken word and half life experiences. But I'm not sure if I'm looking to publish it or not. It's kinda just for me right now."

[burningvalhalla]

"Damn, mami, I'm starting to think ya' got the hots for me." It was apparent that their footpaths would cross frequently, and yet it truly didn't faze him. There was something oddly intriguing about the woman, though he wouldn't candidly admit so. "I looked good though, didn't I?" It was effortless, the banter they shot back and forth like rapid fire from an AK. Perhaps that's what made their conversations so thrilling. At her question, a hand lifts, brushing chocolate spirals from his eyesight, allowing him a better view of her gaze. "See, that's the thing, babe, it wasn't about fixing anything. It was about proving a point. It was about doing what I fucking wanted." It was a cruel, disconnected answer, but the truth, nonetheless.

[xsheknowsenough]

Sienna rolled her eyes and let out a quiet breath. There was a pause before she responded to Bash. She needed to make sure she did this the right way. "You'd probably look better in front of bars than of behind them." She crossed her arms, hesitating for a moment before stepping closer. She was trying to stay open, but not unguarded. "And how far did that get you? Look at where you're standing." She rolled her shoulders back once she became aware of just how much tension she was holding. "Were you proving a point or being reactive?" Her gaze held his. "Because all you're doing is showing how easy you are to control when you can't control yourself."

[echosnoir]

nico had to use every ounce of restraint to keep himself from smiling a little too much at the sight of her rosy cheeks, catching that flicker of hesitation as she glanced between him and her laptop. for a second, he really thought she was going to turn away, fall back into work, but when she didn’t, when she actually agreed, something in him eased. “hey, even superheroes need a break,” he said lightly, giving her a crooked smile as she closed her laptop, his attention never leaving her. “it’s just lunch, right?” her question made him chuckle, “i mean,” he replied, reaching for the door and holding it open for her, “that’s the plan. hopefully you don’t find me boring and decide you’d rather come back to work. i don’t think i’d be able to live with myself.” his gaze flicked briefly to her again, “you just have to let yourself be off. that’s the only hard part.” he easily fell into step beside her as they moved out of the office, resisting the urge to take her hand in his. “so, sienna,” he continued, glancing over at her with a softer, more curious look, “what does a day off actually look like for you…like, if no one needed anything from you and you actually took that cape off, what would you be doing instead?” he paused, "also, how do you feel about sushi?"

[xsheknowsenough]

The smile on her face grew when Nico held the door open for her. She thanked him as she stepped through, letting herself linger just a second longer until he caught up. Without realizing it, Sienna found herself leaning slightly closer to him as they walked side by side. Their shoulders just barely touching. "Boring is definitely not the word I would use to describe you." Her soft grin shifted into something much more teasing. It had only been a few days since the ball and Sienna still couldn't get the moment they shared out of her head. She found herself replaying it more than she'd like to admit. "Maybe it'd be easier for me if I tried it once in a while." Her eyes drifted forward as she pondered the thought. "It's hard to step away when I know people need me... I just don't wanna let any more people down." Her voice was much quieter now. Her second sentence revealing much more than she'd intended it to.

The playful expression on her face returned when she heard her name. "Yes Nico?" Her brown iris' floated up to the sky before they found Nico's once more. Something she did when she needed to think. "Well, I'd probably have some incense going and do some yoga poses. Maybe some somatic work with some music in the background." Her eyes lit up when another thought dawned on her. "No, wait, I'd be at the beach. It's one of my favorite places to write...Or to take a break when I need to think." If she fit the entire ocean into a mug or a bowl and take it home with her, she would. Everything about the beach was so relaxing and grounded to her. "It kinda brings me back to myself...I don't know if that makes sense." She shakes her head at herself, her smile still resting on her lips. "What about you?" Her gaze shifted back to him. "Sushi sounds great."

[xsheknowsenough]

@burningvalhalla

"So I guess you finally ended up in hand cuffs after all." Sienna just couldn't resist. She would be lying if she were to say this wasn't giving her the tiniest but of satisfaction, but at the end of the day she hadn't come to gloat. Bash was incredibly far from being her favorite person, but she had seen something in him the day she confronted him. And she did feel the smallest sliver of guilt for riling him up before everything went down that night. With her arms crossed over her chest she studied him over a beat before looking away. "Did you really think stabbing someone was going to fix anything?" The sarcasm in her voice was completely gone now. She wanted the honestly in her question to be what was heard most.

[echosnoir]

“then let me make it an easy decision for you,” he said again, voice lower now, gentler but still carrying that quiet confidence. “take an early lunch with me…let me steal you away for a bit, yeah?” his gaze flicked briefly to her hands as she toyed with her ring, then back up to her face like he’d noticed more than he was saying out loud, like he understood the habit even if he wasn’t commenting on it. he shifted slightly, one hand resting on the desk beside her but not crowding her space, just anchoring himself there. “i know a spot—not too far, nothing fancy,” he continued, tone easing into something more inviting, “just good food, quieter air, somewhere you can actually breathe for a minute instead of sitting here letting your brain chew you up.” a faint smirk tugged at his lips again, softer this time, less teasing and more genuine. “and i’m serious, by the way. you look like you’ve been carrying three people’s stress and pretending it’s just yours,” he tilted his head a little, watching her more carefully now, like he was trying to read how much of her exhaustion she was willing to admit to herself. “come with me,” he added after a beat, quieter but firm in a different way, “and if it goes well… maybe i can even convince you to call off the rest of the day. you’ve done enough saving the world for one afternoon, haven’t you?”

[xsheknowsenough]

Sienna looked at him and blinked in surprise. The sensation of her cheeks getting hot began to settle in. She turned to look at her laptop, then back to him. Sienna felt herself beginning to deny before she even gave it much thought but stopped before she could get it out. His calmness was what grounded her. She paused to think for a few moments. "I mean, I don't think I have any appointments until a bit later." It wasn't until now that she realized she was much more forward at the ball than she usually was by nature. She had been much more forward with him than anyone else she usually interacted with. She just couldn't put her finger on why. Yet another small giggle fluttered out from her lips. He seemed to have a sense of just how much she let her work swallow her up. As a therapist, someone being aware of her nature and her habits for once was surprisingly refreshing. But there was also a vulnerability that came along with that. Sienna nodded and answered with a soft. "Okay." Without looking away she reached behind her to close her laptop. "I guess I can take off the superhero cape for a little bit." She quirked a brow at his next sentence. "You really think you can keep my mind off work for the rest of the day, huh?"

[fracturedlcve]

Brooklyn walked into Sienna's office and took a seat for her weekly appointment. Therapy was something she started recently, not long before she moved back to town but she decided to keep up with it in the valley. "I'm doing alright." She said softly, the past few days had been strange. "I'll take a water please."

[xsheknowsenough]

Sienna reached down into the mini fridge behind her desk and pulled out a cool bottle of water. She handed it to Brooklyn with a soft "Here." and a warm expression. After pulling out her pen and notebook she took a seat in front of Brooklyn and leaned back into her chair. The corner of her lips still turned upwards as she subtly studied the other girls expression. "What's on your mind today?"

[echosnoir]

nico didn’t move further into the room at first, just stayed leaned against the doorway frame as he allowed her to collect her thoughts. the quiet buzz of the office filled the gap between them, and when he finally spoke, his voice was warm, less teasing, more geniune. “hey,” he said, gently, stepping up to her desk. his gaze stayed on her, taking in the way she was sitting there with her head in her hands and the weight of everything continuing to press down on her. he hated seeing her like that, even if he figured it was part of her job. still, it didn't sit right with nico. “didn’t mean to just walk in like that, sorry. your door was open and i needed wifi,” he says, unable to help himself, flashing her a little playful smirk. “you know, too much work isn't too good for,” he tapped lightly at his own temple, “you're going to burn yourself out.” he leaned in a bit, "seems to me like you could use a distraction."

[xsheknowsenough]

Sienna looked up hearing the soft sound of his voice. Another exhale left her without much thought. She smiled. The first real breath she managed all day. "Hey." She answered back quietly. His joke caused her to chuckle softly. The relief hit her instantly. "Couldn't stay away from your phone for too long, huh?" Sienna stood up an made her way to the front of her desk before leaning back on it slightly. Her smile widened and her gaze dipped for a moment before finding his again. "Not like that's ever stopped me before." Her fingers absently toyed with one of the rings on her finger. A habit she hadn't seemed to notice. "I guess I could...But that would depend on what the distraction is." And just like that, the air in Sienna's office began to feel much lighter than before.

[saltandstatic]

zahir hooks a thumb over his shoulder toward the cruiser parked a few lengths back. “i’ve got some in the car,” he offers, tone casual, already turning slightly like it’s no trouble at all. “cold, too. you want one?” there’s a faint hint of a smile at her joke, something lighter than what most people get from him. “i’m doing alright,” he adds, glancing up at the sky for a brief second, like he’s letting himself appreciate it. “fresh air helps.” his shoulders loosen just a fraction, and there’s a quiet honesty when he says, “almost makes me wish i was out here running instead of working.” he looks back at her then, steady but easy. “you’re pacing yourself, right?”

[xsheknowsenough]

Sienna's eyes trailed over to the police car and then back to Zahir. She made sure to keep her facial expression the same but that didn't stop her now shallow breathing. She hadn't seen him around here much. Was this planned or was this just a coincidence? Sienna knew she would find out eventually and there was no point in asking questions. Her mouth opened to politely decline but she decided against it. "Id appreciate that, thanks." Her left hand went to her earbud to stop the music playing, she then placed the earbud into the fanny pack around her waist. "Nature definitely does wonders, and it's right here whenever we need it. People forget that sometimes." She shrugged lightly. "Trying to." She answered with a breathy laugh. At this point Sienna wasn't sure if his words had a double meaning or not. She wasn't sure of much of anything when she got like this. Thankfully what she did know how to do was appear calm under pressure. "Are you a runner too?"

[xsheknowsenough]

@jasonxmacavoy

"I- What?" You'd think that once she decided she was interested in learning how to fight, she'd be prepared to throw a punch. Logically she understood it would come to that, but she hadn't expected it so soon. Sienna also hadn't expected to feel so uncomfortable. Every aspect of her personality relied on being controlled and restrained, thinking 10 steps ahead. Nothing about her was impulsive, aggressive, or curt. And a punch was all of those things at once. "Um..Okay." She hesitated. "Is it supposed to feel this unnatural at first? Cause I know it sounds easy but I have no clue what I'm doing."

[xsheknowsenough]

@fivepointe

Location: Pacific Diner

"Okay...If I'm being honest I've been looking at the menu for the past 15 minutes and I still have no idea what I want." Of course this was nothing to be embarrassed about but still, she felt as if she were making things harder than they needed to be. "Think you could recommend anything?" She asked with a slight smile.

[saltandstatic]

sienna’s neighborhood | a few days after the plot drop | @xsheknowsenough

zahir makes his way down the sidewalk, hands loose at his sides, eyes moving without looking like they are. he takes in the open windows, parked cars, the way people carry themselves when they think no one’s paying attention. this is the part of the job he doesn’t mind. the part that doesn’t come with flashing lights or paperwork, just presence. someone waves from a porch, he nods back, a brief word exchanged, steady and familiar enough to build something like trust over time. his attention shifts when he spots her further down, and he gives a small nod of his head as he closes the distance, not intrusive, just enough to acknowledge. “hey,” he greets, voice even, grounded, stopping just off to the side so it feels like a choice, not a check-in. his gaze flicks over her once before settling. “how you doing today?”

[xsheknowsenough]

The run Sienna was on was starting to reminded her just how good movement was for the body. Especially during times of stress. The sun was out, a few birds were chirping, and the sky was a beautiful shade of azure. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that could stop her from pretending like everything was perfectly fine. Come to think of it, she began to question why she didn't incorporate runs into her routine more often. Sienna spotted Zahir out of the corner of her eye and stopped in her tracks. She offered a friendly smile and took out an earbud. Her music wasn't too loud. His voice came out muffled but still audible. "I'm doing well, thanks. I'd probably be better if I brought more water." Her lips stretched out wider at her own joke. "How are you?"