#nari:: u

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Nari: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful, hard-working, intimidating and kind...

Taeyong: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologising profusely*

Nari:

Nari: That one. I want that one.

[geomimetry]

long comic under the cut

something about cotl and its repeating theme of broken families tears me apart. we got narinder and his broken god family. we got the lamb and their broken sheep family. we got aym and baal and their broken family with their mother. we also got aym and baal with a broken ish family with nari. because hes all they know, and theyre all he knew for so very long. and they see each other as family. but naris so repressed about his feelings and in denial about being their adoptive dad so instead they became his disciples and he raised them as distantly as he could manage while also balancing the fact that deep inside he wants them close because he loves them as sons and always has. im broken about it.

[donutfloats]

The early days of Gabriel and Narinder’s relationship

[kosmicprlz]

my love, why have you forsaken me?

if you had only wanted the crown and spared my life, i would have still been your truest, most loyal disciple.

bonus doodle. if you got narinder by sparing him but get the trophy from mystic seller afterwards haha

[ppjeterka]

my thoughts re: the main cast of the new nhl amazon docu-series

[maybmila]

One of their many, many, MANY bonding experiences with TOWW

Cw loud noise!

[fanofthelamb]

For Narinder's kissing booth, I would like to shyly dominate my two sheep to give him a hug (ouo)/

THEYRE SO CUUUUUUUUUUTTTTEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAA hugs and soup for these little friends!!! <3333

[glitchyvoice]

ppl saying the goat is probably from an alternate timeline where shamura got chained and while ur probably right have we considered the funnier option:

[hiphopcherrrypop]

wlw / mlm hostility

[fisherrprince]

hello again kip, i've come in here (your house) to tell you that i think your love for ven & van's dynamic made me insane about them. thank you so much have a nice day.

[zarnzarn]

The temple is musty when Lamb steps in, dust mites suspended in the air. The door closes with a gentle thud and Lamb thanks their past self for having the idea to put a lock on it as they drive the bolt home. 

Everyone is asleep, but caution never hurts anyone.

Still, Lamb’s heart beats with something like fear as they approach the altar, with the cracked stained glass beyond colouring the whole place a welcoming red. 

Lamb hesitates a final time, before giving in and getting to their knees. 

“Thae One who Waits, praise be thy name.”

They haven't done this since Shamura’s ominous warning in Silk Cradle about leading themself to slaughter, betrayal making them numb. They suppose now, after the anger has faded, that it was silly to think power didn't come at a price, that dead things would be allowed to walk the earth forever. 

“Binsaar don in mora paelish death.”

Still, the movements and words come easy, having done this for a hundred and fifty years. 

“Hear my call, jein abkaar ji keish.”

They know it's stupid. Stupid to get on their knees and worship someone they destroyed themselves. They can feel the prayer hanging in the air, with no deity to travel to. Useless. 

“Hein skolaama boera jokha nayin.”

Narinder is still alive, anyways. He's in Lamb's tent right now, bandages on his arms and legs and neck, asleep. 

He caught Lamb across the muzzle with his claws today, after they foolishly thought he'd be receptive to having one more devotee help sponge him down after hearing him laugh at something the others said. The scratches sting, and Lamb knows they won't be closing for a long time.

“Dei bristan hilem koi pashun.” 

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that all these cowardly idiots got to touch their god, after hiding away for years like rats, only coming out now that Lamb had made it safe so they could. Acolytes of the Old One, they called themselves, coming to the cult to pay their respects to the god walking the same ground as them for the first time in a thousand years.

Lamb would have turned them away on day one if they'd known; but he'd glanced at Narinder when the group had first thrown themselves to his feet with joyful sobs and seen the surprise and the longing in his eyes. Had nearly cried themself at the bittersweet softness in his voice when he gently rebuked the group for coming after a god that had fallen and failed them after a thousand years of their undying loyalty. 

“Borig haiel, borig jeilla.” 

Lamb was Narinder's highest priest, his most loyal devotee, his strongest acolyte, his vessel. They should be the one replacing his veil and his robes, following him around and helping him recover with prayer and herbs and bandages alike, they should be the one travelling off to distant lands to collect the rare objects he covets in exchange for sacred knowledge, they should be the ones to bathe him at night and massage his scarred, furless limbs and sing him to sleep. 

“Borig twena tael omoro pe shaen haiel.”

But they couldn't. They couldn't because The One Who Waits refuses to do so much as meet their eyes, wouldn't touch anything the Lamb had cooked, would lash out with a snarl when he came too close, like today. And all Lamb could do in the face of the crowd looking at them expectantly was laugh it off, dance around the claws and coo nonsense until everyone laughed, pretending like they weren't dying inside at the unbridled hatred in the glare being sent their way. 

“Heeshal borek, heeshal nishaan.”

Their voice rises to the rafters, shaking. How shameful it was, for all those former vessels and loyal acolytes to look at them with disbelief and horror and pity, like Lamb was fucking stupid for not breaking their last promise to their sister, for not letting the god they loved kill them. 

And yet- 

“Hoore baikal shenagu-” 

When they looked at Narinder smiling or snarking at everyone except them- 

“Laenih westila shamfua-”

When all they got anymore from their god was curses and hatred, despite everything they had done in his name- 

“Poen poena haish kam-”

When they once had the full force of their god's attention, cradled in his palm and purred at and loved, and craved it like poppy and menticide now that it was gone; but it was gone because of them and all they'd ever have were memories and echoes of his love-

“Leora beeth, leora ha’iash-”

When all the riches and offerings and power in the world couldn't hold a candle to the dreams of Narinder smiling at them, laughing at their jokes, nuzzling them fondly, standing by their side, leaning in to reward all their years of hard work with his warm breath and soft lips- 

“Tvle non-”

Silence. 

They stop breathing, prostrated on the floor as they are, hands clasped in front of them. Their head is empty, no matter how much they wrack their mind for the next sentence. 

“What the fuck,” Lamb’s voice breaks on the whisper, feeling their hands start to tremble, vision blurring at the sides. “Tvle non- tvle non rere- fuck, how can I forget-” 

The crown slips from his skull in his panic and he turns to meet its eye, creased in grief like his own. 

“Crown,” They plead desperately. “Crown, what was the prayer?” 

The Red Crown remains silent. Lamb grabs it and shakes it, feeling hysteria burn in their veins the longer the words don't come to their tongue, the prayer they had just been saying slipping away like water. 

“What was the prayer?” They shriek, pulling at their wool as they screw their eyes shut, trying to remember. Now that they try, every ritual, every hymn and psalm, every last piece the cult had ever dedicated to their god- all of it has disappeared from memory, is disappearing like ribbons of sand through their hooves. 

The god you sing to is gone. The Crown whispers, tears of blood falling from its eye. Death is you now. 

“No, no, no, no,” Lamb chants, arms wrapped around themselves as they lean forward, tears slipping past his cheeks. “No, no, come back, come back!”

Lamb-

“My god,” Lamb moans, swaying back and forth. This is worse than any elimination, any injuries, any loss. Their chest is going to rip in half with the mourning, the horror. “My god, forgive me, please, please, my god, my lord, please, come back, come back.” 

There's no reply. The altar is cold, the glass still, the shadows unmoving. There's no deep voice curling around his ears seductively, no warmth to look forward to after the gore and bloodshed, no sulphur-drenched skeletal hand to curl up in on the worst nights, no bass purrs to soothe him to dreamless sleep. No offerings he can give for gold, no curses he can have whispered in his ears, no one to place his faith in to have his back and make sure everything will be alright. 

“COME BACK!” They scream to the temple rafters, wailing and bleating like they never have. In a moment of grief, of anger and fear, they manifest a knife and slice across their chest, spraying heartblood on the foot of the pew, on top of all the sacrificial blood dried in Narinder's name. “COME BACK, MY GOD, PLEASE!”

The Crown flies around them, saying something, distressed, but Lamb can't hear it over the sobs, over the healing of the cut, the sizzling of evaporating blood, the rejected offering, given too late. 

“My One,” The Lamb sobs into the temple floor. But their god lies in a hut on the other side of the grounds, weak and dying, because of them. Their god will never forgive them. Their god hates them. 

Lamb feels themself sink down, letting the mask drop, the facade they'd worn for eighty years come crashing down. The One who Waits hates them. 

“Tvle non rere desennte troma,” They whisper, closing their eyes, tears dripping to the ground. It's all they have left. 

[multifandom-re-write-01]

Masterlist

Nari's Profile // Closer Look at Nari's Personality // Comparing Nari's Height to NCT & SuperM // Nari's Backstory

Social Media Posts // Broadcast Videos // Incorrect Quotes // Timestamps // What If...

Nari's Story in Chronological Order: 2012-Early 2016 // Debut:2016 - Present

Relationship with NCT 127

Random Things Nari Said During The Roblox Concert

Relationship with NCT Dream

Nari's Relationship With Jisung

Relationship with SungTaro

Relationship with WayV

Relationship with SuperM

Other

Relationship with Other Male Idols

Meeting Chwe Boyoung

[miinxxo]

The kittyyyyyy

[skyartworkzzz]

I like to think of the Goat being from an Underfell kind of version of COTL and thats my essay

[dreamcrow]

🔥 < get loved, idiot!! > 🌿

yes i drew the entire scenery to avoid just slappin a censor bar on nari... yes, i am perennially rotating in my mind the concept of 'arcane order hotsprings episode'... no, i no longer recognize shame

[ceratatata]

theyre so silly my little meowmeows

(bonus under the cut)