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Antonio ✨ Y/n The Opera Singer

Slot 11: "Cold" : Requested by servamp1234
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"Someday I'll find my way home...
The trees and the wind will lead the way.
All of those years on my own..."

You sang softly as you watched the rain fall from the gardens. "They flew right by, so what can you say?"

By now, you were certain that you were getting wet in your chair and hurried inside the manor. As expected, no one was out, and everyone stayed in. Of course, the temperature in the manor, and the weather added to the chilling cold, but you knew, Leo's Memory was much more colder.

All your life, you were surrounded by the cold... cold hearts, cold people, cold nights of crying to sleep... You were certain, that your heart would freeze as well. That was not the case, and found warmth in the Oletus manor, figuratively, of course. Your cold heart warmed up from their existence, and it improved your life as well. Though you were just a normal versatile singer, with the voice of a sweet, sweet nightingale, you had long gone frigid, the only thing warming you was the emotions deep within musical pieces. Lacrimosa was one of them. The weeping woman was far too good, and far too great, in your opinion.

You walked around the manor, sluggishly entering the library, which were for both factions, hunters and survivors. You find a ball of black hair by the entrance, and questioned yourself, "Who is this?" Who had hair as long as this? It could be Michiko who was being creative with her hair or Paganini... The thought of meeting Paganini made you quite excited. The violinist was quite a powerful hunter, and both of you were quite the musician. While he held a violin, you held a vintage microphone, which you used to push everyone away with a loud operatic shout, earning you a title in kiting, and support. Not only that, the adrenaline in being chased gave you the goosebumps, especially since you could hear several great orchestral pieces in your head, urging you to run faster.

As you crept towards the couch where the ball of hair laid, you were met with the violinist, hair shielding him from the cold. Suddenly, they reach towards you, caging you with the violinist. You gasped and struggled out of embarrassment, but when you felt his hand pet your h/c, all seemed to die down. All that remained was a soft red blush that made you look even cuter, according to Paganini. His hair was quite warm, now that you've mentioned it, and it was tempting you to sleep. "Yes, sleep and fall into slumber. The night is harsh and cold after all," he said in his usual grin as you snuggled deeper to his warmth.

You felt much comfortable in his arms than anyone else's. that was a fact. He hums a low song, which catches your ears. It felt melodically alluring, pleasing. It made you feel safe in his arms. A section of his hair arises as you snuggled deep onto his chest, which vibrated as he laughed. Holding a violin, he created a beautiful piece that urged you to step further to the embrace of slumber. The night was still cold, but your heart was warmed by the music and his unexpected affections. Your eyes close as soon as the short piece closes, and he grinned, wrapping you more around his hair and falling asleep as well.

"I certainly did not expect this," Jack smirks as he stares down at the two lovebirds in the couch. "No one did, but they do look well together," Smiley smirks. "Keep quiet, they'll wake up," Mary glared at the clown. "It's best to leave them, don't you think?" Michiko sweat dropped. "Finished!" Violetta literally runs to shove a very large sweater across the violinist and singer's head. "They're so cute," Violetta squeals near Michiko. Joseph waves a picture taken by his camera, and sneakily places the array of pictures in the sweater.