#sian

[mensfactory]

Lamborghini Sián

Photo Credit: Broad Arrow Auctions

[treason-and-plot]

Liam: XAVIER! Get down from there right now! Sit on the bench properly!

Xavier looks at Liam with lazy, slack-jawed incredulity.

Xavier: Are you for real, Sir?

Liam: I most certainly am. I'll give you ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight-

Xavier: This is bollocks, Sir! I always sit like this!

Sian muffles a giggle and shoves her phone quickly in her blazer pocket.

Liam: Did you say something, Sian?

Sian: Me, Sir? No, Sir. I think you're hearing things, Sir.

Liam: Be quiet. That's enough. You both have a two hour detention.

Sian: What the actual hell, Sir?

Liam: DO YOU WANT TO MAKE IT THREE HOURS, SIAN?

[matsart]

Siân: Master Swinger

A long overdue pic for @louistrations

[higherentity]

[jezmmart]

Happy Saturday! Here's @louistrations' character Siân in some flashy sportswear because I like two of both those things.

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[reppyy]

[dushar]

愛してあげられなくてごめんね

[frdesignia]

Renderização de SuperCarros // I.A. FR ART DESIGN

[edgeobeyond]

Can you hear the buzz? 🐝

[houseofupsidedown]

[askhotelmanagementau]

EEEEEEEE I CANNOT WAIT TO ASK PB STUFF, THEY LOOK SO COOL!!!! Also, thank you for wishing me well, we're on the road rn but I just COULD NOT ignore this!!!!

-SIAN

Theyre flat earth 💥💥💥

[tati884]

Progressive & melodic cosmic house live mix vol.2 -Monolink, Moonwalk, B...

[treason-and-plot]

Thirty five minutes later...

Mr. Castillo: Good morning, everybody! We have a new student to welcome to our class today, Laura Hodgman. Laura's just moved back to Bridgeport after having lived overseas for a few years. Isn't that right Laura?

Laura: That's right, Sir.

Mr. Castillo: Well, I'm sure you'll have no trouble at all settling in. Go and find a seat and don't hesitate to ask questions if there's something you don't understand. There's no such thing as a stupid question, that's what I always say! Now, who remembers what chapter we got up to last lesson?

Laura: Hi, can I sit here?

Saffron: No, that seat's taken.

Laura: But there's nobody sitting on it?

Saffron: I said IT'S TAKEN.

Sian: Hey! Over here! You can sit next to me, Laura!

Laura: Oh my gosh, thanks. Is it just me or was that other girl kind of....rude?

Sian: Oh, that's just Saffy. It's not you, she's a total bitch to everyone, ha ha!

Saffron: I can hear you Sian, you fucktard. And I'd rather be a total bitch than the blow job queen of the senior school, so suck it. Literally.

Sian: See what I mean?

[beponica]

[snakemoltsiren]

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss (Sian >:3c)

(cw: mild gore, violence)

Sian always knew when he was looking at her. Or, more specifically, she could always tell when his attention was on her and what she was doing, which was far from the same thing.

She'd born the indignities in the Garlean capital once he'd brought her back from Golmore. He was a hero and she was a spoil of war. A curiosity. An ignorant savage. And she silently bore the indignity of it because whatever it was it was still freedom. And still better than the isolation and scorn she'd received back home.

Home was a mass grave. Home was a warning. Home was fuck you and what you did to me graffitied on the floor of the Golmore Jungle in mangled body parts and gore.

And now home, she supposed, was the cold iron streets of Garlemald. Here where she was a pet. A tool. A weapon same as any she had hidden on her.

He had her clothed and groomed - indignities she suffered with little more than cold looks and bared teeth. He armed her - solid black carbonized knives, only their viciously keen edges allowed to gleam silver. He fed her foods she'd never tasted and played music that made her teeth ache and her ears twitch back.

There were times she felt the fine fuzz of fur on the back of her neck stand up and she would glance up from her reading (her studying - he wanted her to learn) in time to see him looking away. They rarely conversed - he would lecture or instruct or inform and she would listen. There was rarely anything she explained to him. Neither of them truly cared about the things she'd learned growing up. Beyond what tactical advantage he could pass on to the next group moving into Dalmasca to wipe out the locals.

His boot pressed at the small of her back as she pressed her spine flat into a plank, sweat beading at her hairline and running into her eyes. He made a noise of derision and she rolled away, out from under his foot to move to her feet, cursing him under her breath as she put distance between them.

The first time an assassin came at him it was during the opera. The curtains of his private box barely whispered apart and he showed no sign of noticing, eyes closed, one slender finger tapping against his knee. She waited from where she was standing in the corner, giving him his privacy until the blur that warped the air came all too close.

Knives part flesh the same regardless of what your country of origin is. Hot arterial spray soaked the top of her dress and stung her eyes like sweat. The assassin went down silently while her neck prickled and she looked over to see him still seated, finger still tapping time. Glacial gaze locked on her. She watched as he moved to his feet and stepped over the body whose vitality was soaking into the carpet.

She should alert someone, she thought distantly.

Her hand clamped around his throat, thumb pressing underneath his jaw. His expression was unreadable, but she watched the black of his pupils grow to swallow the blue of his irises.

She pulled him to her with a bruising grip and tasted blood when their lips met.

[leserafim]