Shadow Mountain Wire

me to the showrunners:

Had he needed to ask? Of course not. It was plain to any observer that Lestan had no desire to see them parted so soon. But…

Winter’s Wake wanted to hear the affirmation all the same. That soft yes, in the Mayfair’s delicate manner. It was music, the sweetest lullaby, to hear such unquestioning consent to damnation.

He gazed at him, mouth curved into a prim smile, as if withholding a happy secret. Come, he flicked his tail, leading his companion of eternal summer up the forgiving slopes. At all times, he kept that angelic visage in the corner of his eye. Ask me anything your heart desires.