Shadow Mountain Wire

rapidfire blinking.
a heart leaping into his chest.
swanfeather hope and fear mingled.
no one had ever come for lestan mayfair in such a way — resplendent in confidence, riotous in beauty. such promises! circling to hope. he gasped and fidgeted and felt the shuddering of flight threaten his limbs;
close; soft; could wake feel the frenetic energies coming to zealous life beneath his flesh? lestan was panicked and he was transfixed; he wanted so greatly to run but stood willfully rooted.
night orchid eyes resounded powerfully through his own, breathing life once more into desire. long-netted and suppressed, choked off, silenced, made fearful and at last tied in bittersweet relief, the bindings came undone at once and his eyes darkened in compelled rejoinder.
"i will shine for you." did he repeat? did he mean it as epitaph and vow? wake certainly seemed to do so, and lestan followed giddily along the path laid by that silver tongue.