#natoxfirenze

[blatantenthusiasm-archived]

Be my guide

Nina was aware that their shop was one of the only ones closed that day, and she was even more aware that people were confused about it. But she'd been requested something extravagant, and if she didn't want to work by candlelight she would have to sacrifice one day of regular profit. She would be earning more than she would lose, regardless.

Most knew not to bother knocking unless the store was actually open, only regular costumers or family would usually dare to bother the young tailor while she worked. So when there was a knock at the side door, she groaned, rising from the stool on which she sat. "This had better be important." She murmured a mere second before opening the door, surprised to see a face that had only recently become familiar. "Ezio! Buon' giorno!" Just like that, all annoyance seemed forgotten. 

[natoxfirenze-deactivated2014122]

Ezio snorted, “Signora. This is the second time my lips have met yours and not the first time I have met you. Perhaps, I could have your name this time.” He spoke quietly, looking her over slowly. 

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

"Messere", she mocked, fixing eyes on his face. "Venice is not a big city, and I don't imagine it will ever change, so we are bound to run into each other from time to time. I would rather stay incognito."

[natoxfirenze-deactivated2014122]

Ezio gave her a look and then rolled his eyes, his hands moving before his thoughts could correct him and dragging her in close as he pressed a deep and passionate kiss to the woman’s lips. He did not like his talents being tested, not even in this area. He did have quite the ego.

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

It was so sudden and felt so nice it took her a moment to react properly. After all, this kiss was better... but she was no courtesan to be treated this way in public, without a grain of respect. So she made an attempt to push him away, like she never asked him to do that in the first place. Who'd have thought he'd just pull her closer?

Like that wasn't enough. A quick kiss on the lips didn't attract attention of the people strolling by. This thing what he was doing now? That did. And she did not need attention, especially since the package was still in her hands. Even if she made sure it didn't look suspicious, she needed to be careful.

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natoxfirenze 

             ❝ Ezio,  amico  mio.  It  is                  lovely to see you again. ❞

[blatantenthusiasm-archived]

Stitching

A day like any other. It was warm, the streets were busy, and Nina was, once more, left alone the shop. Her father seemed to have 'business' to do more and more often, thus leaving her in charge more often as well. Costumers had become more frequent, which meant they finally lived comfortably, but they still had to work just as hard.

Stood in front of the open part of the shop, Nina leaned her hands on the sill, sucking in a deep breath while she watched people walk by. It took a moment for her to realize a familiar face, or rather familiar robes, was among the crowd, and she frowned as the man made for her. He looked a little.. off. "Is there something wrong?"

[blatantenthusiasm-archived]

Needle and thread

Her father was out, her brother was still away, and quite frankly Nina was getting sick of watching over the shop. It was cold with nothing to protect her from the cool air, and no one had stopped by yet, which only fueled her desire to close for the day. However, she couldn't. They needed whatever money they could get, whichever costumer they could serve, and right now that responsibility was in her hands.

The way she sat on a chair at the front of the open-air shop didn't give her a very clear view of the street out front, and it took a costumer getting close until she would notice them. She didn't realize someone was there until she glanced upwards, a flash of white and a hooded face nearly making her jump. "Mi dispiace veramente, I did not notice you." The young woman stammered, quickly rising from her chair. "How can I help you?"

[inthedarkestofskies]

natoxfirenze had a nightmare.

Odd, The Sandman seemed to have landed himself in Italy again. Odd indeed. He lounged back on the moonlit roof, not expecting to hear someone creep up behind him. He tried to remember his Italian. "Buonasera, messere." He could tell it was a man without even looking, but he kept his hood down. Italians probably wouldn't fear the scars along his mouth.