Antonio’s hair was like a different being.

murky, black, and seemingly waving in a forgotten wind, it honestly startled you at first.

but, no harm ever came from them. relaxed, almost like cat’s tails that grew desperate for your attention.

because you two shared a match, your lover, the violinist, decided to go friendly. maybe just so he could spend time with you. and as you worked away on your cipher machine, you could feel the hair creeping onto your bare skin again.