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We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky. MS/MV. Writer is 21+. Written by #Porcelainmourning.🖤
Sienna Whittaker
morning sun had climbed a little higher, brushing her cheeks with warmth as she locked the door behind her. Another ordinary day. The kind that somehow always became extraordinary.
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overalls, collect her sketchbook, and head toward Crystal Springs Art Studio, where blank canvases waited patiently for her imagination. She loved that part most. Watching an empty room slowly fill with colour, laughter, and little pieces of people’s hearts. By the time she stepped outside, the
// Tidied up my page, nothing personal, and done my replies. Feel free to interact or send me things. I apologise for my absence on this page. 🤍🌻
// Also I shall open up my DMs later on today. To allow friendly OOC chat or plotting for RPs. I am wanting to be more active on this character.
Sienna Whittaker
[Solo #1: Easy Mornings] The sunlight always found Sienna before the alarm did. It spilled through the curtains in slow, golden ribbons, warming the edge of her bed until she blinked awake with a sleepy smile. For a moment, she simply lay there, listening to the quiet hum of the morning.
bloomed around it. “Good morning,” she whispered to her reflection before setting her phone down. The kettle sang from the kitchen while she tied her hair back with a silk ribbon, humming softly as coffee filled the room with its comforting scent. Soon she’d swap soft robes for paint-speckled
against the warmth, lips curling into the smallest smile. Click. One photo. No filters. No posing for perfection. Just a little keepsake for herself—a reminder that mornings could feel gentle. She smiled at the floral phone case that somehow made every mirror selfie look like spring had
She tilted her head and couldn’t help but to giggle. “Oh, well…I wonder why that is?” She was curious. She was different to him, she could open up to people, until they gave her a reason not to.
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