Shadow Mountain Wire

I call for you, @Lestan.

The howl started near Swiftcurrent, a few miles out. Then another came, a while later.

Lestan.

This one was somehow further away, an echo of the first.

Lestan.

The time and distance lengthened between songs, leading away, away, miles and miles away.

Lestan, I call for you.

The winter naga waited in a shadow of a squat mountain, and the cold night fast approached. It would be dark on this side of the mountains before anywhere else. The year’s last dying crickets took up their violins.

winter's wake had recently been the subject of profligate devour when it came to the attentiveness of lestan's memory to the details of their meeting.
almost in the manner of a blushing belle waiting to be announced as debutante, he waited, placing special care in his routine of chamomile dosage and perhaps even arranging his fur more pleasantly —
great heavens! and the bundle of things he was carrying went quite to the side as lestan goggled toward that song arcing merrily through the sky.
flustered, radiant, shy — bedraggled in his hurry — lestan traveled timidly to where the snowpanther waited. "how were your travels?" and a thousand blessings to arlette for helping to control the malady of his tongue!

To be capable of compelling a wolf he’d only met once into roaming far from their safest sanctuary was a power that Wake did not wield lightly. He pulled gently on the tether he had placed upon the Mayfair, reeling in the summerwolf until those sunblue eyes flashed in the lowlight and bathed him with shy regard.

Lestan, the rogue sighed in relief, tail brushing against the ground a moment before he stood, swallowing the distance between them. My travels? Enjoyable, I suppose. It is difficult to think about, now that you are here.

He circled the russet academic, much closer than he had dared before, and hovered a mesmerized nose over the wolf’s hackles. What is that enthralling scent you wear? You smell of a garden.

i'm being medicated did not quite have the ring that lestan wanted to convey. "one of the healers, and leaders, arlette, she's as-asked me to find some lavender on excursion." shy tendrils of wonder creeping his face. "i was in the garden. and i was j-just heading out, actually."
toeing the footholds of the round mountain, the mayfair picked his way up to help close the distance between them. once there, wake's eyes recaptured him anew, sending a glissade of —
difficult to think about? because of him?
"did you l-learn anything?" lestan murmured in question, trying not to seem overeager as well as properly enthused and not too distant, a balancing act which quickly drummed up the start of a headache.

Begrudgingly, Wake searched his thoughts. Oh yes, the reindeer-chasers, he murmured, absolutely reluctant to turn his mind to things that were not related to digesting Lestan.

Yes, he said more clearly. I met Sun Eater, chieftain to the hunters. You were right to be concerned. They are a wasteful, selfish lot, under his helm. Or perhaps it has nothing to do with him at all. But do not let them fill you with distress. Their buzzing is of flies, rather than hornets. I do not think them dangerous… so long as they are left to their hunting.

He seemed bored to speak of it, his eyes wandering freely across his companion’s lovely features. They are simple folk. They will follow the reindeer until death, I presume. They seem to crave nothing more.

Myself, however? The serpent smiled. I crave plenty.

seeing his face claim mon dieu

winter's wake watched lestan as if he were some puff pastry filled with some tantalizing flavor. this sensation grew and grew until it expanded to encompass him and the space between.
mesmerizing, those eyes. not only pretty, emphasizing a knowledge that lestan was not even certain he had of himself.
vindicated, a moment of distraction crossed the soft features. it hurt his heart more than he expected to know that these saatsine killed so much, and for no reason. "sun eater! how l-lofty," he mumbled beneath his breath in a reined fit of indignation. "th-thank you, in any case." he was both set at ease and newly unnerved, though that last had more to do with him than anything else.
long blink gave him a moment to hide his eyes and gather himself from the troubling revelation. "and wh-what will you do with the remainder of your day, now that you've m-made your report?" the mayfair asked, wanting to tease, caught instead in a honeyed dream.

yesssss - just when i thought my problematic favs roster was completely full, here come sam reid playin lestat *O*

Lestan Mayfair was beguiling to the bellwether; his mind a riveting maze for Wake to navigate. The summerstar seemed constantly on tenterhooks, and his expressions warred often between softhearted empathy and bitterfaced judgement. Oscillating between hopefulness and fright and contempt. All his moods made for an utterly fascinating puzzle for the rogue to dotingly piece together.

What do you mean? I have already done what I intended, he went on cryptically. I have lured you from your home with the intent of having you all to myself for the evening. The question now lies with you, my dear Lestan. A head tilt, a casual look.

Will you stay?

waiting on edge for season three with HELD BREATH

a flourish. an invitation. lestan no longer found the ability to ignore such an expression, the gaze that scrutinized his own with a specific intrigue.
all for himself! for the evening! and not even to speak at length of the caribou murderers.
quietly he allowed himself to glance with lingering wonder into the sculpted face, lingering with a particularly raptured nature upon the singularly adorant mouth forming words that still confused lestan. 
but there was no sleight-of-hand in the magnificent Mephistopheles; in fact, winter's wake spoke with such direction that even an easily bowled-over man such as the mayfair might comprehend to a degree unignorable.
"yes," and his voice was a shy sunny thing in the frigid atmosphere. "i should l-like to know more about you," lestan admitted, a thrill tingling to life in his trepidatious belly, holding those eyes as long as he dared.