Shadow Mountain Wire

"you m-made it about me, when you sang my name and c-called me away," lestan protested again, though his mouth was dancing along with the eyes that had become bluebell light. again, sundered, discomposed in the strangest of ways, the mayfair stared at the starfall companion.
"never," he said at last with surety, and eyeblink betraying the old fatigue of past romances he still carried like a thorn in a lion's paw.
but! he would not become disconsolately academic in the face of such a libertine. even his time before had not been such an electrical zing to his very heart.
"b-but no, to answer your question, winter's wake. i w-want to know more things less in relation to myself. who you are. where you come f-from. the name of your mother," mouth twitching as he realized, belatedly, that he had stopped walking.