I brushed a strand of his pale hair from his face. It hung in front of him like an overgrown silvery spider plant as he leaned over the lute.
Well, I guess 'lute' was the next best word for it, anyway. It was a delicate thing of gilt wood, and it looked like the progeny of a lute, a guitar, and maybe a samisen. I tucked the bit of down soft hair
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