Shadewood in sickness & in health ii

Magpie's eyes rolled back dramatically, a chain of disgust curling his lip and staining his breath as the other rattled to the floor beside him. There was a part of him grateful for the other's compliance, and another that desperately wanted to shake him again for causing such a mess, though for now he would side with a more passive facade. Happy? His tone dropped to an unimpressed grumble, exposing his exhaustion plainly now that Cormorant was settled so nicely against him. The warmth of his pelt felt like heaven. Even as it stunk slightly of damp earth, he still hurriedly buried his muzzle into the other's scruff.

He curled over the mass of fluff like a wave, partially obscuring Cormorant within the void of his pelt. Magpie hated to admit it, but he'd never felt so accomplished. Never before had he felt so connected to something, so in control of the things he loved. His head pressed down beside the other's, nosing at his cheek for some sort of response, any morsel of attention. Talk to me... please. He sounded almost desperate, his voice cracking slightly as he fought the sleep that called him. Please. Fill my head with your song. My love, my angel.