Raven's Watch no one will ever love me like you again

This is gonna be gross while I get back into the swing of things but !!!! <3

It was odd, truly: the difference between seeing something beautiful but just out of reach, and holding it between trembling dirtstained fingers; leaving little marks and smears like a scrawling on the walls to say I was here. It was funny, just a little. Nothing perfect could ever stay that way.

Idly Dirtwater Fox trailed his sentinel, back and forth between the spot he'd chosen to decorate with shimmering black feathers. And on his latest return, he brought an addition of his own: the pale feathers of a raven who had, in life, differed from the rest. Some were tinged scarlet even now. Feathers clutched between his teeth, the dancer swept in from behind to press his muzzle into his lover's earthen ruff. He let the feathers fall in a pale cascade down strong shoulders; another set of fingerprints, another stain to his perfection.

He thought he might love him.