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And how have I done that then?

You are a grown man. You do not need me to hold your hand when you are drinking.

u plague my thoughts

i dream of you

you dont see do you?

no

of coruse not

need more wine

What?

Since when?

You are confusing on a daily basis by being contrary, Narinder.

Stop with the wine.

make
me
stop

where are you

box

You're in a box?

Where is the box?

yes

hidden. find me.

[The Lamb might hear a dark chuckle in the temple as Narinder truly thinks he's a genius. His box is in the loft office for the Lamb. Surely they would never look there!]

narinder

i can hear you trying not to laugh

NO YOU CANT

[The dark chuckling stops. Though there is some shuffling and the sound of glass tapping glass. Followed by Narinder's voice.]

shit...

*they're getting up out of bed where they were relaxing with a book to head out into the temple, now with their phone*

did you break something what are you doing?

NO!

I am trying to find wine.

[More clinking noises from the loft upstairs. How many bottles does he have?]

empty...damn.

Did you drink all the wine we had stored for the flock?

*they consider the stairs up to the loft, since they can hear him and start up the stairs*

*except they don't jingle as they often do*

not all!

i bought my own!

some of it.

[As the Lamb climbs the stairs, the box Narinder is in is obvious. Looks like he went and found some kind of chest. The lid is closed. Though the clinking inside does stop. He doesn't know the Lamb is there. Though the tap tap tap of him tying can be heard.]

all are empty. need more wine.

*they check the phone, but once they get up into the loft they stop, noting how Narinder is apparently in a box. Except its a chest. That is closed*

*they blink a few times at it and flock to it, looking it over before undoing the latch and opening it*

Narinder?

[Narinder winces and curls in on himself as the lid lifts. Narinder is in the chest alright. Somehow fitting in there as only a cat can. With several bottles of wine around him. His phone is in his hands and held close to his face. He groans and pushes himself up, the bottles rolling off and around him to clink together.]

Ack. You found -hic- me.

*the fact that the tall ass cat can fit his ass in this chest in a way that would break another's spine just proves to them that cats are liquid*

Why are you in a chest?

[He rubs his eyes and sighs.] Less sound.

no eyes on me. can drink all I want in here. i fit so i sit.

[He stretches and cracks his back. Then he grabs an empty wine bottle and tips it upside down over his mouth to let the last few drops fall onto his tongue.]

*they tilt their head to the side, watching him try to get the last few drops of wine out*

Why? Why are you hiding? You have your quarters and your privacy. We honor that.

What is really bothering you?

[Narinder sighs as the drops stop and he puts the bottle down. His eyes focus on the Lamb, staring at them as they ask that question.]

My quarters are empty. The box felt full.

[Instead of answering with his words, his hand reaches out to grab hold of the Lamb's fleece. He stares into their eyes, not letting go.]

*they tilt their head, not understanding, but sometimes trying to figure out drunk talk was difficult*

Full of wine, you mean?

*when they're grabbed, they don't fight it, being pulled closer. Instead they watch those eyes bore into them*

Narinder, what is troubling you so?

[Narinder shakes his head. He pulls the Lamb close as he raises to his knees, staring into those eyes. One hand stays on the fleece, grasping tight, so they can't move. The other moves up to run fingers through the soft wool hair, feeling it bounce and shift beneath his fingers.]

You were mine. I could hold you within the palm of my hand. My vessel. My Lamb.

I was your god. Your patron. You were mine. I was yours.

Now?

*they don't stop Narinder from moving, curious enough to see if the wine has loosened his tongue to actually speak the burdens plaguing him. Yet when the tall cat remains kneeing and a hand goes through their wool, they still, ears piqued forward to really listen*

*what Narinder speaks is truth. That was how it was. The first death sending them to purgatory. Meeting The One Who Waits. Becoming the vessel for him*

*they bring a hand to curl against Narinder's in their wool*

The only thing that has changed between us is the crown and titles.

The rest is still the same. There is no 'were' or 'was' as you believe.

[The wine has indeed loosened his tongue. And his fingers but right now they speak face to face. His hand releases the wool as the fingers curl around his hand. His claws turn and lace fingers back with the Lamb's, locked together, and fitted perfectly. He leans in close, until their noses touch and his lips brush the Lamb's.]

Then you are still mine. And I am yours. Truly? [His voice is a hushed deep whisper, a secret confession meant only for the two of them.]

*a part of them wonders if Narinder will remember this conversation, given how much wine is on his tongue. But when that clawed hand curls into their own, fitting together as if meant to be there, they smile and give a gentle squeeze there*

*nose boops and lips brushing their mouth makes them pinken as they listen - whisper soft confessions meant only for them*

Truly. That has never changed.

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