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

maybe a @Dirtwater Fox ! i can attempt sprees over the next few days <3

water weaved through the mountain here.

he decided he wanted to make this another hideaway spot. the mountain had provided many but there would always be space for more.

however that meant he wanted to make it special.

he found feathers from the ravens this place had been named after. quickly he began to collect them into a makeshift pile, safely tucked against a stone.

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.

this got a lil long oops no need to match length at all per usual <3

it was symbolic, like a wedding. ravens instead of doves somehow more fitting. feathers trickled down shoulders from where his dancer had placed them above. maybe dagur had once meant this to be a surprise, but he found he liked it better when they did things together.

"Come with me,"

he remembered and felt his heart stumble about in his chest.

"And we won't ever look back."

and they hadn't. each day had been taken as a step forward. dagur hoped that if this ever ended, that it was in his own death. some part of him should have recognized that as terrible. instead it comforted him to think how this could be his forever.

he spun and reached for the willowy form. he did not mind that the dancer stood taller than him, he did not mind the angles he was created out of. he found perfection in each little detail.

you like mountain still?

you are happy still?

i will take you wherever you long.

wherever you bloom.