Shadow Mountain i had walked my entire life as a dead man

you have me at your mercy
and lestan ached;
i would even allow you to gladden me with your touch
and lestan felt a pulsing, radiant pain in his palms to do just that, to trace the silken vagaries of their ever-changing interlude until he captured what was real in wake. what would not leave. what would not depart.
what would not abandon.
"i w-would not be a v-very good companion if i c-could not hold a conversation," but he was beyond that, lestan felt, the mayfair's heart leaping past madness and directly into the violin-strings of —
with great effort he pulled his eyes away. "i w-want to watch the moon, from the highest point of your m-mountain," lestan managed, and his mouth could not keep itself from a saccharine bow.