[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] ZIGGY, ZIG, MORENO

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] 18

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] STUDENT

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] BISEXUAL

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] MALE

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] GRYFFINDOR 7TH YEAR

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] Completely entranced, utterly captivated, and uncontrollably gravitated is the only way Sienna could even begin to describe the emotions that were stirring up in her about Yasha Fedot. She had only known him for maybe 15 minutes, yet somehow their connection went deeper than that. It had happened so fast that it bewildered and scared her but she couldn’t deny that more than anything she wanted him to like her. She couldn’t describe why she felt this way or how she had managed to have these feelings so quickly but yet there they were.
His accent was warm and rich. It might just have been Sienna’s imagination but she though she could hear it more pronounced as he went on. When he said that at times he almost felt dead, she could see that he had been through a lot. Usually pain is enough to remind people that they are alive, but perhaps he’d been in pain so long he’d just become numb to all feeling. Then he said that he felt young again, that life was coming back to him. Her heart began to race, her breathing began to slow, and her mouth too parted just slightly. Sienna was felt heat surge through her body. Her right hand was still gently on his face, her other lightly on his shoulder. The hand on his face, rubbed against his cheek as it went up to his hair. She wasn’t sure how this was happening but she couldn’t resist leaning in after he had begun towards her. A tiny, side smile curled as she realized what was going on.
When he pulled back, it was abrupt and her mind was racing, trying to fathom why he’d stop. She wondered if she had done something wrong. Had she imagined him leaning in? Was her who had actually started? Had she made him uncomfortable? Sienna felt horrible. Her arms folded across her chest. Yasha began to explain. Sienna looked away but her ears were attentive, straining to pick up on any subtle hints his voices to give as further explanation to what happened and what had gone wrong.
Yasha sounded as if he was embarrassed. He seemed to think that he had been wrong to make a move so soon. Sienna agreed in her head, that is was soon but she didn’t care. Her eyes may only have known him for 20 minutes, but her heart was telling her that she had always known him. Her mind told her she was absolutely nuts for falling for this stranger, this tiger at what seemed like a drop of a hat. Sienna’s mind was quoting Shakespeare – as always the romantic was eager to come out. “Journeys end at lovers meetings” – was he the love she had always dreamed of having? Yasha was apparently a 50 year old man in a 20 year old’s body but she didn’t care. There was something about him, besides his beautiful face and exotic accent that made her crave to have him as her own. Shakespeare said that “Love is blind” and at that moment she believed it for all she could see were his eyes and they spoke volumes to her.
Sienna was surprised how her mind was going on and on about love. She had just met him. Even if this was love how could she recognize such a feeling? Sienna had never been in love before. She figured once again her heart was playing tricks on her, exaggerating a crush which is all this could be. What else could a meeting with a stranger in the woods amount to? Then again, whatever this was, it frightened her heart to think what could happen if she imprinted on someone else, but was in love with another?
Her heart, her hormones, her beastly instinct whatever it was – was aching for Yasha to finish what he started. She unconsciously took a step, getting close to him again. “Why are you making this complicated? Everyone has baggage Yasha” of course he had no idea how much, but from her perspective, from the gravity she couldn’t fight she did care. “I know what it’s like to not be able to trust people… to have a wall so high no one would dare climb it, just taking one glance at it” her voice was becoming even softer than her usual timid tone “but like you here I am… trusting a random stranger” she wanted to add ‘with my heart’ but resisted, afraid that he would back away from her feeling overwhelmed by her female emotions. She wanted to say that he wouldn’t have to fear for her if he stuck around but again didn’t want to scare him off. Her voice was now no more than a whisper “Yasha, I would” she tried to answer his doubting questions of whether she was interested.
He had said that he was a disaster. Sienna was so close to him now that she grabbed his arms, trying to gently pull herself closer to him “maybe I’m here to rescue you, maybe I’m your life boat, maybe you should just grab on and stop yourself from sinking ..” her eyes were closing as she finished “don’t give up Yasha” she leaned forward, hoping harder than she had ever hoped before that he would just kiss her.