Frediano Tosto.

mani fredde cuore caldo; Italian for cold hands, warm heart. Frediano Tosto. That's all you need to know about me. Everything else you'll find out in due time. * FC: Marlon Teixeira * Extremely NSFW * Mature Themes * Read Mores [at partner's request only] * Mun and Muse are 21+

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his grip falters again, a combination of growing exhaustion and his instinct needling at him that if he should take a chance on trusting anyone — it’s the man standing before him.

his body eases it’s tense stance slightly, and while he doesn’t lower his crossbow completely, it does drift away from the other’s head a few inches.

             ”y’alone?”

it’s asked with a pointed jerk of his chin toward the treeline — both his words and a tired hardness in his gaze hinting that he’d take no funny business and sooner down anyone with an arrow than risk getting ambushed.

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                    Freddie doesn't know how long he's been alone. His eyes darken: he's remembering the last few moments he's had with his former partner. Tommy had died in his arms. He'd fought, fought so hard to live. To keep alive. Yet. He'd withered and died. The Italian swallowed hard, his emotion clear.

                    "--Forever alone."

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        daryl’s always relied on his instincts, and         his immediate feeling is that the other means         no harm. still, the archer is a wary soul —         hurt too many times both in his old life, and         the fight for survival the world’s become.         his grip on his crossbow shifts, though it         also falters — his body is tired and sore,         even if daryl won’t let it show.

                       ”las’ time i did tha’ i almost died.                              so sorry if i ain’ so willing t’listen.”

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          "--Your decision."  Freddie realizes this one has been through far too much to trust easily; so he does the right thing.  He backs off.  Pressure would only lead to worse things.  Possibly his getting shot.  

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        he’s been seperated from the group, and         he’s gotten hurt escaping a small band         of thieves who’d wanted what he has on         him. which isn’t much, mostly just his         crossbow and ammo, a pistol tucked into         his pantline, and a few knives.

        the sound of twigs snapping catches his         attention, and daryl tenses — whipping         around on unsteady feet as bloodied arms         raise the crossbow.

                       ”who’s there?”

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The bushes rustle once more and out steps the dark-skinned Italian.  Eyes grazing over Daryl.  While he’s dressed in unimpressive clothing -- he’sstill impressive.  Silence in those rich eyes, tucking his hands into the pockets of worn dark jeans.  “--You should put that down.”

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                    “--Affari sembra sempre portarmi via per troppo tempo. Suppongo che ho dimenticato.”  [Business always seems to take me away for too long.  I surmise I have been forgotten.]

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