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The Lamb ([personal profile] bleatingdeath) wrote2025-08-14 01:55 pm
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the_one_who_waits: (Fuck. You.)

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

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
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!]
the_one_who_waits: (A Touch of Fancy)

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

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
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...
the_one_who_waits: (Surprise)

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

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
NO!

I am trying to find wine.


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

empty...damn.
the_one_who_waits: (Regret)

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

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
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.
the_one_who_waits: (No Rest for the Wicked)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[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_one_who_waits: (Confusion)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
the_one_who_waits: (Enough of this)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
the_one_who_waits: (The Dance)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?
the_one_who_waits: (The Dance)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-03 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
the_one_who_waits: (Rare Tenderness)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[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?
the_one_who_waits: (The Lovers II)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-04 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
the_one_who_waits: (The Lovers II)

Re: in person aka standing behind you breathing omniously

[personal profile] the_one_who_waits 2026-02-04 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The fingers in his fur feel so good. His tongue presses forward, seeking to deepen the kiss. His desire and the alcohol fueling his actions. His thoughts of fear, anxiety, of rejection, are gone to the buzz of this kiss and intoxication. Narinder's fingers slide through soft wool again, the other hand holding tight. Almost afraid that if he lets go, if this ends, it will only be a dream.

He purrs into the kiss as he presses forward, leaning his weight more into the Lamb. He wants to lay down, on top of them, to feel them under him like he's dreamed of so many times before.]