Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

"no one in particular," asmodeus purred. "though i did spend a little bit of time with a rosebud named chanel the other day." let her muse over what that time had entailed. or maybe she would find it laughable, below her. asmodeus did not care; he spoke things for his own amusements.

"what if i was looking for you?" the snowsprite suggested, stretching his lithe body in the snow, eyes onyx chips against the bright glow of the barren drifts.