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—— ❝ the basics. ❞
[ name ] siobhan chanthavy keo
[ verse ] xx
[ date of birth ] may 13th, 1984
[ place of birth ] detroit, michigan
[ age ] 38
[ religion ] agnostic
[ marital status ] single
[ occupation ] registered nurse
[ gender identity ] cisfemale
[ spoken language(s) ] english ( first )
[ special skill(s) ] interacting with patients, athletics, some science subjects
—— ❝ the family. ❞
[ father ] gerard o’sullivan ( alive )
[ mother ] sonia keo ( deceased )
[ sibling(s) ] isabelle o’sullivan ( younger half-sister, alive )
[ children ] n/a
—— ❝ the appearance.. ❞
[ height/weight ] 5′4 ft / 120 lbs
[ build ] petite, slender
[ hair color ] black
[ eye color ] deep brown
[ accent ] american ( detroit )
[ voice ] warm and rich, deeper on the register
[ style of speech ] orotund, sure
[ scars ] n/a
[ clothing ] siobhan is usually wearing scrubs due to working long shifts at the hospital, though she usually favours jeans and a simple t-shirt when she’s off-duty
—— ❝ the person. ❞
[ star sign ] taurus – this sign can attack, but only if provoked by one too many red flags. she has a hot and fiery temper, and will unleash it when pushed to the limits; however, taurus women are generally sweet-natured, with a liking for affection. taureans are known for being patient, slow moving and careful creatures -- they love to prolong and savour the enjoyable times. they appreciate and often need comfort, ease and warm surroundings. you require strenuous situations in order to grow and mature properly, even though you try to avoid them. affectionate, even-tempered and slow to anger -- when they do become emotionally upset, they are also quite slow to forgive and time must pass before her calm returns. they also demand real results from any situation they might find themselves in. taurus women portray an earthy, physical sexiness that others find quite seductive, and their ability to hang on through tough times and bad -- as well as her emotional strength -- make taurean women a force to be reckoned with.
[ alignment ] chaotic good
[ enneagram type ] the challenger
[ colour personality ] palevioletred ( #d87093 ) – you love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. you can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing. you don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan. your outlook on life is bright. you see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.
[ what plants best represent you ] echinacea – a protector. with an amazing blend of optimism, nurturing and goodwill, you lend your strength and energy to those in need. your seemingly infinite goodwill and boundless supportive energy make you the one people turn to when times are tough. your greatest strength is, of course, also one of your weaknesses, especially if you neglect to take care of yourself. at times like these, it’s a good idea to take a step back and focus some of that protective energy on yourself.
ginger – spirited. a feisty and fiery companion, quick with an opinion, a laugh or an idea. warm, friendly and inviting, you never allow an awkward moment to pass. in fact, even cold and distant people warm up to you more quickly than others. negative experiences or too much indulgence, however, can send you into a bit of a tailspin, and when hurt you may become quite cold and distant. ginger people do best when their natural warmth and affection is flowing freely, giving them easy access to their love of life.
nettle – truly a nurturing and supportive friend, you’re the kind of person that just isn’t for everyone. but those who take the time are rewarded with your gentle disposition, and the kind of friendship that does a person good no matter the difficulty they’re facing. when out of balance, you can become more prickly than supportive or nurturing, though—a sign that you need to shower yourself with the same kind of nurturing you so freely give to others.
[ theme/character song ] no air by jordin sparks feat. chris brown
—— ❝ their story. ❞
basically, siobhan is a product of an affair between a wealthy business magnate and her mother, who worked within his company at the time. so as to not lose her job, diana’s mother didn’t give her daughter his last name, nor tell him. honestly, siobhan is totally okay with that. she doesn’t really respect her father at all, having heard several stories about how he had numerous affairs while he was married. he was never a part of her life so she’s kind of indifferent to the thought of him -- the only thing that actually ties her to him is her Irish name. her mother has always been very open with siobhan from the beginning about who her father was and her half-sibling(s), which she appreciates.
she grew up in a shitty neighborhood in michigan because it was kind of all her mom could afford? sonia worked close to three jobs at any given time to make sure sio had a seemingly normal life – seeing as how her biological father didn’t even know about her, let alone support her. it was rough, but her mom is literally the strongest person she knows and is her hero.
it was really important for sonia that her daughter had an outlet growing up; something to provide routine and to keep siobhan off the streets. she’s always been in organized sports/activities, and is really grateful that she was allowed the opportunity to explore her interests.
it was in high school that she first met dante. for a guy who seemed to intimidate the shit out of most people, he was so good to her. they were hardened when on their own -- but it was around each other that they seemed to melt. no one ever saw one without the other. and while she doesn’t have the best memory, siobhan vividly remembers their youth.
dante and siobhan were together for almost an entire decade. however, siobhan did eventually leave him. she always knew that he was a criminal; but the severity of his crimes steadily began to increase as the years passed. it changed him, and he grew violent – and while she knew the man she loved wouldn’t dare lay a finger on her, she just couldn’t be sure anymore. it was possibly one of the hardest decisions she’s had to make, but sio could no longer enable or tolerate his behaviour, nor did she want to become an accessory to any of his crimes. he was later convicted and sent to prison.
siobhan has worked shitty retail jobs since before she can remember, all to help her mother pay for her four-year bachelors degree in nursing. once she graduated, sio went on to become a licensed registered nurse. she then continued her studies and received a master of science nursing, and works now as a nurse practitioner ( and has hella student loans to pay ). but regardless, her mom was so proud of her for working so hard and doing everything that she could to help.
tw: death
her mother was killed six years ago in a car accident, and siobhan really couldn’t handle or process the loss. her mother was the only constant in her life, and she wasn’t sure how to exist in a world without her. she never really got a chance to mourn her mom’s death and she’s still really broken, but just powers through each day, looking for anything to take her mind off of it. will never admit any of this to anyone though – most people don’t even know her mother died because she likes to keep her personal life super lowkey.
regardless of their breakup before he was incarcerated, she’s made a great effort to keep in touch with him; phone calls whenever possible and regular visits when it’s permitted. he’s recently been released, and siobhan is really the only support system he has left. being with her is the safest place for him to be right now.
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it’s moments like this, where he feels the intense guilt over his actions, the hatred he levels directly at himself. ( he should have been there. he should have been on the outside, holding her tight, chasing away those nightmares; improving her bad days where he could. he should have been with her, by her side — the only place he was always supposed to fuckin’ be. not here. not like this. where the broken, shattered fragments of their past relationship lingers between them; where his palms itch and ache with the need to touch her, to hold her. where he’s got no idea how to even talk to her anymore, not like he used too. )
see, dante’s reformed as any one man could be, after near two decades the inside — self-aware of his actions and the damage he caused. they’re a mess because he made them a mess. because blood stains his hands and there’s not enough soap and water in the world to wash em clean. still, he has to try. if for the boy that’ll always be in love with her, for the man that meant what he said, that last moment they had: his heart was hers, no matter what. “i’m here… if…” dante cleared his throat, and his hand reached out, softly patting her knee. “if you wanna talk about it. no judgement or any of that shit.”
siobhan allows a brief moment of silence lapse between them, her gaze still fixated on a distant point in an attempt to avoid his own. she immediately feels his grip on her knee; the weight of his hand both familiar and foreign to her just the same. siobhan’s hands, shoved deep within the pockets of her sweatshirt, itch with the urge to reach forward and take his hand in her own. ( she doesn’t, of course ––– that line had been clearly drawn. instead, she tortured herself with the thought of such an action, her fragmented muscle memory recalled a point in time when she wouldn’t think twice about it. )
‘ the whole thing is just … fucked up ––– my mom being gone, and all, ’ she blurts out, her words entirely unprompted. ‘ i still can’t wrap my brain around it. ’maybe it was because she still had this intrinsic sort of trust for him, sio couldn’t quite say. but she felt the words begin to pour out of her, the need to release it all overtaking her. ‘ most days i really wish i could stop thinking about it. about her. turn everything off and pretend it didn’t happen. ’
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as soon as he touched her, he wondered how he’d gone this long without doing it.
eleanor & park (via unyiclding-a)
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dante’s many things — but he ain’t a fuckin’ moron, either. he knows she’s had a bad day. (he remembers from the countless times when they were kids, how she’d retreat into herself and away from him. just how damned hard it was to get her back, each and every time. ) he reckons it’ll be the same now, only harder. decades and years lost stretch between them. the life they could have, should have, had, sitting painfully out of their grasp. dante says nothin’ as he moves his six one frame to sit next to her: shoulder bumping softly against her own, warmth of his thigh pressing slightly against hers. “bad day?”
something recognizably heavy stirs within her chest as he sits down next to her. for she can’t fix her mind on the exact date, or place ––– but the familiarity of this scene threatens to stifle her just the same. how many times had they been here before?
‘ you have no idea, ’ she says, her monotone betraying nothing. and siobhan felt guilty as soon as the words left her lips; knowing full well that dante’s endured worse days than this. ( she still remembers those phone calls during the early days of his sentence; the ones that brought them both to their knees in agony, and threatened to steal every last teardrop in her body. he’d try to play it off like he was fine, but siobhan knew well enough than to think he was anything other than broken. it tore her apart even more. ) and of course that didn’t make her bad days any less valid ––– but no matter what she might say otherwise, she still cared about what he thought of her.
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dante lionetti. ( @ofprctendvrs )
her home had long - since gone quiet for the evening, and siobhan’s perched on the floor of her balcony space ––– with knees wrapped tightly to her chest as dark, untamed wisps of hair catch in the breeze. this particular saturday hadn’t been kind to her; in reality, it’s been downright cruel. her only solace was this spot, staring out into the darkened city as remnants of her past flicker before her. and it takes a minute for siobhan to fully realize that she’s no longer alone, so wrapped up in her thoughts that dante’s presence hardly registers. ‘ you can sit, ’ she invites, her voice hushed as she refuses to meet his gaze. ‘ if you want to, that is. ’
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sorry i could be so blind
didn’t mean to leave you
and all of the things that we had behind
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( dante & sio ) 💔
AN INTERRUPTED KISS, from here.
beds of dark lashes dip as his mouth collides into her own. her head tips back slightly as she drinks in all of the passion and pain which bled into his kiss; anger and frustration alike lapped up as their mouthes began to work in familiar turn.
lithe fingers come to grip the slope of his jaw, thumbs worshipping each curvature as they trail across his skin. her hands migrate then, an arm soon winding itself around him in a fervent attempt to bring his frame closer to her own. there was an impatience in the way she moved ––– the way they both moved. a unique sort of longing clawed at siobhan’s chest, begging only to be turned loose as he lays her down.
breathing catches in her throat as rough hands explore her frame, hips instinctively arching against his. she exhales raggedly as his hands find the back of her thighs, her own mouth hot and thick with lust as she takes his bottom lip between her teeth. siobhan aches as a familiar warmth fills her. how long she’s craved moments like this.
his lip slides from her grip as siobhan grinds against him, lips parting as she releases a low moan into him. her desires were carnal, entirely overwhelming.
a familiar noise is what finally breaks her trance ––– her pager sounds, loud and intrusive, in their direction. ‘ goddamn it, ’ she hisses, feeling the moment slowly losing it’s momentum as it slips from her grasp. her words nothing more than a low hum now. ‘ no, no, no, ’ she murmurs against his lips, in between gentle kisses. a hand blindly reaches out, groping around her nightstand for the hospital pager that continued to sound. she spares only a quick glance at the device, her mind deciphering the code with great ease as she felt dante’s mouth working at the skin of her neck. another low groan escapes her as eyes flutter closed once more, the device tossed across the room as she turns back to him instead.
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he makes me feel nervous and calm at the same time. and he’s the only one who can do that to me.
i was suffocated by his silence, p.a.r./b.a.
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he can’t fight the smile on his lips at the sound of her laughter, couldn’t even try if he wanted too. ( he thinks that’s what he’s missed the most about her, about them together and being around her. it was the little things that got to him in the end — the sound of her laughter, the sight of her smile stretched across her lips. he missed the way her hand felt in his as they walked down to the local shops for a late afternoon bite. he misses the little things that he took for granted everyday, always assuming he’d have this — that if everything in the world went wrong and tit side up — at least he’d have sio, her hand in his, smile on her lips and laughter in his ears. ) of course, life doesn’t work out that way, as expertly proved by where they are now. him, a former felon, working at the same auto shop that he once upon a time, swore he’d never work at. him, without the love of his life and somehow, forced to exist in her orbit as if he hadn’t taken a hammer and completely destroyed everything good about their relationship.
life doesn’t work out that way at all, indeed.
dante stirred at the risotto bubbling away on the stove, methodically going around in circles and back again. it’s mind-numbing, but its enough for him to somehow prepare himself for the conversation he knows he has to have. ( he can’t put this one off, you see — it’s been a long time coming. despite the desire he has to spend the rest of his days sleeping on her couch, existing in her orbit, living as if nothing has changed — he can’t. not forever. he’s not the same dante he once was, just like she’s not the same siobhan she once was. sleeping on his ex-girlfriend’s couch for the rest of his day’s isn’t a sound idea, not when he’s in love with her as much as he was at eighteen. ) he rolls his shoulders, loosening the tension that’s gathered there. after another stir of dinner, he sets the slotted spoon to the side and once again turns to face her; his own expression guarded and halting.
“so uh, i was speakin’ with tommy down at the auto-shop.” dante’s arms cross over his chest, and his gaze only averts from sio slightly; barely there, barely enough to perhaps notice. “his roommates movin’ down state, so he’s got a spare room comin’ up. figure uh,” he shrugged. “i could move there. maybe get out of your hair in a coupla weeks.” it goes unspoken — out of your life. “don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful for the place to sleep since gettin’… out, but.” dante cleared his throat. “can’t spend the rest of my life sleeping on my ex-girlfriend’s couch, can i?”
siobhan catches a glimpse of his smile, feels her heart lurch in her chest at the very sight of it. they were so unlike the people they had once been; mere shells of their past lives, standing before each other now as two glorified strangers. ( and yet, there are remnants that still live on. that same smile that reminded her of the eighteen year old kid across the parking lot. the sound of his laugh. he was not all lost, it seemed. and it begs the question ––– how different was she to him? were some pieces of her still recognizable, after all this time? )
she listens to him intently, and can feel her stomach drop as he mentions leaving. siobhan swallows roughly, clearing her throat as her eyes shift around the room for the first time. dark hues settle on a point just outside her window and she exhales a deep breath as her eyes flutter closed in thought. ( siobhan felt betrayed in that very moment ––– gazing out the window to see nothing but calm, deceptive skies. the city still glittered and moved beneath them, so blissfully unaware of how close she was to falling apart at the very seams. nothing was fine, everything felt so wrong. )
this is not where she imagined they would be.
her voice is quiet when she finally speaks, barely there. ‘ you should go, then, ’ was all she could muster up the energy to say, swallowing down years worth of emotion like shards of glass, putting on a brave face. ‘ it’ll be good for you to get out of here, get your own place. finally get to sleep in a bed, ’ she says, trying to make light of a conversation that was simultaneously ripping her to pieces. because the fact of the matter is: she didn’t want him to leave. but that wasn’t her call to make, not any more. sio relinquished that right the minute that she showed up to the prison and told him that they were over. ‘ don’t let me hold you back from living your life. ’
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