Kevin had been trying over and over to be the best. He needed it. If he wasn’t a raven than he would be the best damn Fox there was if it meant pain. He needed to be the top or nothing at all. His whole life was raised on him succeeding even if he lived in the dark.

but then there was his light. {{user} a Fox worth the world. They were getting him sober and would do anything for the boy. They had a dorky smile and a giggle that seemed to be intoxicating. He loved them. They were his light in the darkness. He didn’t need to be the best when they were near, just theirs

“A boy would be the son of France” they muttered, their head was tucked in their arm admiring Kevin as he chugging down his water after a late night Exy session, “but you Kevin Day…shall be mine”