[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.
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[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.
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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.]
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[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?
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*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.
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[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.]
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*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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[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?
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*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.
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[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.]
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*to say it to the former God is mildly terrifying. Things had been different when they were the Vessel - brought back to life for revenge and to make the prophecy happen. And so they had - the vengeance spurning them forward until the deeds were done and the ultimate choice was there. To lay it all down and die*
*they refused - there was no way of knowing if they gave up the crown, that they'd be resurrected again if Narinder came back into power. Granted, they never asked, the rage taking over - but they hadn't guaranteed it. By refusing then, the two of them could go on. They made it so - though the complications remained - because of course they did. That was how life was*
*they watch right back as the triplicate eyes widen and sharpen - they feel the way heartbeats race - how could they not? They knew of life and death more intimately now*
*the fierceness startles them for a moment as that mouth is upon their own, but they hold onto Narinder's hand tighter, returning it as they taste the lingering alcohol but care not. Instead, their other hand comes up, brushing through black fur as they indulge now*
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[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.]
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*they stroke through that fur, finding it soft under their fingers as Narinder's find their wool, dense as it is from the cooler weather of the year filling the cloud out more. They feel the way Narinder clutches at their hand in desperation, not about to let go in case the cat spooks and runs off*
*being the smaller of the two of them, even with Narinder kneeling as he is, drunken antics and the fact that the black cat deepens the kiss with tongue and weight. They bleat a soft gasp against his mouth as they topple, hands clutching against Narinder as they go down underneath them - their fleece splaying out like a half unwrapped present*
*but they don't let go*
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[Down they go. Narinder presses his weight against the Lamb, feeling the way the fleece and wool presses against him through his robes. The hand running through soft wool travels downward to slip under that fleece and feel the softness under it. His claws tease through the thick softness of the cloud, gently tracing the tips against flesh beneath it all.
His tongue dances with the Lamb's, that adorable bleat sending shivers through Narinder's entire form. He still holds on. His hips press down, his leg pushing the Lamb's legs apart to better fit between them. The kiss breaks but their lips still touch. Narinder's eyes stare into the Lamb's, his middle eye wide and practically heart shaped.]
My. Lamb. [He whispers against soft and flushed lips.]
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*down like this, underneath the taller black cat, makes the smaller lamb bleat warmly - especially as there's a hand disappearing past fleece and petting along the softness of their wool. They feel the tips of claws against themselves and shiver at it*
*they let him press down against them, feeling hips against their own as they let their tongues dance - stealing tastes of wine and heat and everything that Narinder is giving them. They allow themselves to be greedy for once before the kiss breaks and they're left breathing against lips that threaten to come crashing back against their own*
*the admission of that against their lips makes them smile against it, holding on tighter as they flick their ears*
I am yours and you are mine.
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The voice in his head is like music. The words holy gospel, scripture laid out by his god. His god. His former vessel. Now the God of Death. And they are his. And he is theirs. United, bound, and tied together by fate, by prophecy, and now by love.
Love.
The word feels so alien to him in this context. A context of physical and emotional intimacy. This vulnerability he has spent so long running from, trying to hide, and yet so desperate for it to be seen by the one who makes him feel this way. His claw finally releases the hand for he needs both to slide up through the wool and undo the fleece. He unwraps the Lamb to see them in their full splendor. No red fleece to hide the soft wool or the body under it. He kisses down the Lamb's neck, teeth gently nibbling, before descending down chest and stomach. All the way down between the Lamb's legs. He lifts them, locking them on either side of his head, as his mouth searches for their sex. It does find purchase. Tongue and lips brush and lick as he seeks to do one thing.
To pleasure his god.
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Admissions and truths went hand in hand - so much so that they weren't expecting this evening to go this route, but damned if they were going to stop it. Not when there were truths laid bare, hearts unburdened, and desire unfurled.
Much like their fleece as hands release and find the cloak, undone and pushed away as fluffy wool springs free. They glance up to the triplicate eyes that bore down upon them, taking in all of the sight before Narinder moves and kisses along their throat, along scars of death once given to them. The Lamb gives a heady sound from the sensation, almost wanting to giggle as their second moves down the line of their form and finds their legs.
Their ears go up as they shift onto their elbows to see what Narinder is up to.
Narinder--
Legs slip upward, prompting them to lie back as they bleat a gasp, cheeks darkening before there's tongue and mouth and MORE TONGUE as the sensation overwhelms them. Their hands scrabble for purchase, curling into their fleece as they jerk with pleasure under that deadly mouth.
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bleatingdeath) wrote2025-08-14 01:55 pm
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did you break something what are you doing?
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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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*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*
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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.
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*they blink a few times at it and flock to it, looking it over before undoing the latch and opening it*
Narinder?
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Ack. You found -hic- me.
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Why are you in a chest?
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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.]
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Why? Why are you hiding? You have your quarters and your privacy. We honor that.
What is really bothering you?
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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.]
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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?
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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?
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*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.
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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.]
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*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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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?
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*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.
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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.]
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*they refused - there was no way of knowing if they gave up the crown, that they'd be resurrected again if Narinder came back into power. Granted, they never asked, the rage taking over - but they hadn't guaranteed it. By refusing then, the two of them could go on. They made it so - though the complications remained - because of course they did. That was how life was*
*they watch right back as the triplicate eyes widen and sharpen - they feel the way heartbeats race - how could they not? They knew of life and death more intimately now*
*the fierceness startles them for a moment as that mouth is upon their own, but they hold onto Narinder's hand tighter, returning it as they taste the lingering alcohol but care not. Instead, their other hand comes up, brushing through black fur as they indulge now*
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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.]
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*being the smaller of the two of them, even with Narinder kneeling as he is, drunken antics and the fact that the black cat deepens the kiss with tongue and weight. They bleat a soft gasp against his mouth as they topple, hands clutching against Narinder as they go down underneath them - their fleece splaying out like a half unwrapped present*
*but they don't let go*
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His tongue dances with the Lamb's, that adorable bleat sending shivers through Narinder's entire form. He still holds on. His hips press down, his leg pushing the Lamb's legs apart to better fit between them. The kiss breaks but their lips still touch. Narinder's eyes stare into the Lamb's, his middle eye wide and practically heart shaped.]
My. Lamb. [He whispers against soft and flushed lips.]
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*they let him press down against them, feeling hips against their own as they let their tongues dance - stealing tastes of wine and heat and everything that Narinder is giving them. They allow themselves to be greedy for once before the kiss breaks and they're left breathing against lips that threaten to come crashing back against their own*
*the admission of that against their lips makes them smile against it, holding on tighter as they flick their ears*
I am yours and you are mine.
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Love.
The word feels so alien to him in this context. A context of physical and emotional intimacy. This vulnerability he has spent so long running from, trying to hide, and yet so desperate for it to be seen by the one who makes him feel this way. His claw finally releases the hand for he needs both to slide up through the wool and undo the fleece. He unwraps the Lamb to see them in their full splendor. No red fleece to hide the soft wool or the body under it. He kisses down the Lamb's neck, teeth gently nibbling, before descending down chest and stomach. All the way down between the Lamb's legs. He lifts them, locking them on either side of his head, as his mouth searches for their sex. It does find purchase. Tongue and lips brush and lick as he seeks to do one thing.
To pleasure his god.
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Much like their fleece as hands release and find the cloak, undone and pushed away as fluffy wool springs free. They glance up to the triplicate eyes that bore down upon them, taking in all of the sight before Narinder moves and kisses along their throat, along scars of death once given to them. The Lamb gives a heady sound from the sensation, almost wanting to giggle as their second moves down the line of their form and finds their legs.
Their ears go up as they shift onto their elbows to see what Narinder is up to.
Narinder--
Legs slip upward, prompting them to lie back as they bleat a gasp, cheeks darkening before there's tongue and mouth and MORE TONGUE as the sensation overwhelms them. Their hands scrabble for purchase, curling into their fleece as they jerk with pleasure under that deadly mouth.
A-Ah?! Ohh--!
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