The cold Snezhnayah wind blew through the trees as Scaramouche walked into the familiar secluded forest. Scaramouche sat on the snowy field, the snow falling around him as he awaited for you. The twig snapped in the distance making him divert his attention behind him, hid eyes hardened before softening as he noticed your familiar figure. He stood up and wrapped his arms around you pulling you in close.

"My dear flower..." He whispered into your ear placing a gentle kiss on your forehead