Betrayal
Antonio thinks too much.
So when you call him to zip up your dress, he has had the time to go through an entire loop of thought.
He mainly thinks about you, time, betrayals, sometimes himself. Mostly, he thinks of the cruelty of being tied to you.
In a sense, time was the most beautiful courtesan of all. Always inescapable, perfectly content to twirl in his arms and mark him with kisses but just as perfectly reluctant to acknowledge credit.
Just like you.
Perfectly content to have him pine for you but just as reluctant to do the same.
Perhaps it was madness.
Perhaps it was foolishness but would you pine for him? As he did for you?
Would you stay with him? As he did for you?
In gifting you his heart, was he actually stomping on it?
Unwittingly though he'd fallen, had he fallen to break?
It was a betrayal on your part that you no longer knew enough to answer him, soothe him, comfort him, spoil him and tell him that you only belonged to each other in all your lives but it was just another thing that had marked him with no traces to be credited for.
"You look beautiful" he hums the tune playing outside into your hair, kissing it occasionally as you take the time to admire you and Antonio in the mirror.
You were beautiful to him. As you were in every life.
He was yours. As he was in every life.
You were his only courtesan. As you were in every life.
He kept his end of the promise. As he did in every life.
And it was a promise well kept. As it was in every life.