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vladomeer:

eden-scalatore:

Eden looked down at the roof she sat upon for a moment, and back out to the settling sunset.

“Ah, si, si… mi dispiace. I’m very closed around new people. Its just the fear of digging to deep.” She sighed, and decided to shift her gaze back to the Russian.
“Oh… About me? Oh, please. Be my guest! Ask away.”  

His face-bound hands reached for the sides of his hood. Pulling back, his hood cascaded to a resting position of his nape. The lights of the close of day basked his face, revealing his weathered and scarred face. His cheekbones were well defined, wrinkles covered him from his laugh-lines to his eyes and brow. The outline of his strong jaw shown, though some skin has sagged, slight fat from age under his chin.  His pale grey eyes would remain as a constant allure, contrasting with the scarlet scarf which hung loosely around his neck. 

The revealing of his face showed some form of trust, well a trust he had for her. The man in his 40s questioned, “Any meaningful relationships?”

“Ahh… Not many. I do have a good friend here, though. Her name is Del; helped me fend of an attack on my den back in Florence. I don’t really get into the romantic relationships all to much.” Eden shook her head at the thought of herself dying alone one day with no one by her side. She also followed in the man’s actions and pulled back her own hood, ringlets of a deep brown waterfalling around her shoulders, and eyes of a piercing crystalline blue shone in the settling day’s sun. This to was a sign of trust to him, seeing that he had trust in her.