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She’s loud -a stark contrast to the cold murmurs of Italy, where silence was of gold and as seductive as it was lethal. She’s boisterous and warm, yells and cackles in a way he is inexplicably fond of - more strangely enough, he never feels the desire to shush her, if not for the times she’s loud about him, voluntarily and provocatively so. There’s an amused glint in her eyes, the few times he dares to raise his finger against his mouth or hers, and instead she raises her voice even more -until it reaches his heart rather than his ears.