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

against the light glancing from the untouched snows, she seemed otherworldly. she did not blend into the winter-world; she stood out of it, eye-catching and coin-bright.

her auds had tilted back; asmodeus suspected she rather did not enjoy his comment. but it was the truth: she carried herself with an unconscious regality to her nature, without the arrogance of a true ruler.

the man ran tonguetip across the ridges of his teeth as she stepped forward, allured by him as he by her. without the season to sully her sense of decorum, asmodeus knew she approached out of pure interest.

 he too drew closer, closed the small distance between them easily. "i haven't ever been called a duke before," asmodeus murmured, noting how evenly matched in height they were. a slow smile blossomed onto his cunning lips.

"but i'll answer to whatever you'd like."