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Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[the_one_who_waits]

make
me
stop

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[bleatingdeath]

where are you

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[the_one_who_waits]

box

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[bleatingdeath]

You're in a box?

Where is the box?

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[the_one_who_waits]

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!]

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[bleatingdeath]

narinder

i can hear you trying not to laugh

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[the_one_who_waits]

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...

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[bleatingdeath]

*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?

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[the_one_who_waits]

NO!

I am trying to find wine.

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

empty...damn.

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[bleatingdeath]

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*

Re: Text - UN: The One Who Waits - CW: Drunk texts with Narinder

[the_one_who_waits]

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.

in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[bleatingdeath]

*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?

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[the_one_who_waits]

[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.

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[bleatingdeath]

*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?

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[the_one_who_waits]

[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.]

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[bleatingdeath]

*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?

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[the_one_who_waits]

[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.]

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[bleatingdeath]

*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?

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[the_one_who_waits]

[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?

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[bleatingdeath]

*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.

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[the_one_who_waits]

[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.]

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[bleatingdeath]

*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.

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[the_one_who_waits]

[Narinder's own cheeks burn as he stares into those beautiful eyes. Feels the voice echo in his head and it soothes the frayed nerves and his aching heart. He wonders if the Lamb even understands what he means. What he desires. Perhaps they do. Perhaps not. He has to know. Right now, tonight.]

And if I wanted to have your heart? And give you mine in return?

Do you understand? Do you want me as I want you?

Will you give me your heart as you have already stolen mine?

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[bleatingdeath]

*there's the actual question. One that they weren't certain if the former god actually wanted from them. They were closer than most, even when they were merely the Vessel and not the new god of Death, but things had been complicated*

*but they remember being in Purgatory with the One That Waits - a connection that others didn't have. Couldn't explain. For them there was really no one else. Perhaps that was messed up, given that they died to find their God in the void, but it was what occurred*

*and so here they stand, close enough to remember being near Narinder even then, to have blunt honesty for once and not spitting fire and confusion*

You already have it, Narinder. You always have.

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[the_one_who_waits]

[The connection between then started the moment he laid eyes on his vessel. The last Lamb, sent to him, the first new face to be seen in so long. As they spoke, as he watched, and that connection grew stronger. That was the source of the betrayal when the Lamb refused. That was the beginning of something far more complicated. That was when things changed, their roles reversed, and Narinder found his heart was stolen only once he felt his heart beat once again.

The realization is obvious. His three eyes widen and his pupils narrow. His heart races and the elation he feels, along with the lack of inhibitions, takes over. He slams his mouth into the Lamb's, kissing them with a fierceness that was not their the last time they kissed.]