Ya'll remember this video by JoCat? You know, before part of the internet went insane for literally no reason?
I kinda want someone who can sing to make a version of this with many of the different Lambs on here from various artists such as @melled42, @aychama, @runningwithscizzorz, @chwylaven, @strawdool, @featherrarts, @skyartworkzzz, @cotl-flower-crown, @deltamb3r, @aveloka-draws, @xmajordumps, @circuscountdowns, @ballad-of-the-lamb and many, MANY others
Bonus points if its sung a well-adjusted Narinder who hasn't been abused by their lamb lol
Hello hello! Alright I'm getting into angst territory with this one so if you don't like to cry, it's okay :D.
This was inspired by the works of @circuscountdowns , their COTL art has given me life and now you all get to read this bitter sweet story.
Also note that I did take some liberties with the lore of their interpretation and I might not be at all accurate with some detail's here. So please do not try to incorporate anything from this fic into anything that's 'cannon' because it's probably not. Maybe I got a few good guesses in but this isn't an official work by Circus.
With that out of the way-
TW: Eye squishing, blood, stabbing, death.
Narinder awoke on the stone floor of the temple with a jerk, his body back to normal and sore after his fight with Romulus. A groan as he sits up and wipes at his face, noting that he would probably have a few more scars to add to his collection. The wolf had been a surprisingly difficult opponent.
He had put up a good fight but in the end he had lost.
Narinder picked himself up and dusted off his robes, a shiny glint in the light catching his attention. Seeing the eyeball on the floor he grinned as he picked it up, a smug feeling as he crushed the eye in his palm and let the gore drop to the floor. At least he can take pride in knowing the wolf made it out injured, the Lamb had to be finished with him by now.
Ears flicked as Narinder searched for the sounds of the temple only to notice something.
The whole temple was quiet.
Something felt off. Wrong. There were no sounds of battle let alone any pained whimpering from a defeated wolf. Narinder wouldn’t admit it but he felt his own heart sink into his stomach and suddenly he was running. Running as he felt the heart in his chest pound a mile a minute as he took corners and ran through doors and soon came to the biggest room in the temple.
The Lamb had called it their sanctuary, the room having a large open skylight and built around the foliage like an open garden. While they did not hold sermons in this room it was often used as a place to pray and devote oneself.
Narinder stopped at the sight he came upon. The Lamb’s corpse was on the grassy floor having disintegrated into bones and cloth. The wolf stood nearby looking at his achievement as the red crown sat upon his head, his spear bloodied.
Suddenly Narinder’s heart slowed down and calmed itself, a sense of painful calmness swept over him. It seems that the time has finally come. They had both known the Lamb can’t be a god forever, that eventually someone would come along and usurp them. Narinder had accepted this fact a long time ago.
Composing himself the cat began to walk down the stairs, not taking his eyes off the large godly corpse in the center of the room. All the while the memories they shared together played in his head.
The first time meeting the Lamb after their beheading, how loyal they had become and how much he enjoyed their banter. The betrayal and pain. Further betrayal of rescuing his family without even consulting him.
But then there were the good memories. The ones where the Lamb managed to get under his skin and somehow claw their way into his heart. Aym and Baal being brought back to him. All the annoying little quirks that made him laugh. He almost chuckles at the memory of the Lamb soaked in ocean water and covered in seaweed from when Narinder threw them in the water.
First kisses and nights cuddled up in bed as they talked quietly. Private moments where the two couldn’t get enough of each other and even the ones where they argued. Of holding the Lamb as they wept.
Their wedding day. Oh how the Lamb had looked so beautiful in their robes, the jewelry on their neck and horns shone brilliantly in the light. What Narinder wouldn’t give to see them like that one more time.
His heart aches at the realization that this morning had been the last time he would see the Lamb alive. The last deep kiss between them. The last heartfelt words as they had laid in bed for just a bit longer than they should have.
The last, "I'll see you tonight, love!”
Of course it wouldn’t be the last of them being together in the end, but that didn’t stop it from hurting so much.
“Ha! Weeping for your fallen god, Witness?” The wolf barked at him as Narinder reached the last step, walking towards the Lamb’s remains.
“It is nature to be cyclical. Gods die not because they are weak but because they must.” Continuing to walk up to the ribs of his lover’s corpse it didn’t take him long to find what he had been looking for. Oh so carefully Narinder picked up the Lamb’s heart, still somewhat warm but no longer beating.
“Hey that’s-” Romulus took a step forward before Narinder cut him off.
“No. That crown may be yours by conquest….but this will always be mine.” Holding the heart against his own he relished in the feeling of it for a moment before walking deeper into the cavern of the ribs.
“Leave us now.” Narinder demanded while reaching over to break off a pointed bone.
“Tch-How can I trust you wont-”
“Leave us.” He demanded once more, his tone leaving no room for the wolf to argue. Not unless he wanted to start another fight. One Narinder knew the wolf would not live through.
Romulus stared for a good minute seemingly understanding what Narinder had intended to do, eventually turning away with a scoff. The crown weeping on his head. “Whatever.”
Alone for the final time Narinder settled down against a rib and once more looked into his memories. He could still see that annoying smile that he loved so much on that face. Still sees the eyes that were full of love for him.
It wouldn’t be long now before they were together again.
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“I only want to remind you that, as I have seen your rise, I will gladly witness the fall.”
The Lamb’s skin was warm as his palm rested against their cheek, seeing that tear fall from their eye.
“You would stay with me through even that? Promise?”
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“Promise.”
Giving the heart one last gentle squeeze before he lifted the pointed bone up in his hand, a tear falling down his cheek. With a final breath he plunged the bone into the heart he held and into his own. A pained grunt slipped out of his throat as well as more tears.
Leaning back fully against the bone he waited.
And soon he was seeing white.
The lands around him are just the same as they’ve ever been. Once his place of imprisonment now his new home. He no longer felt the heaviness of which the chains had held him here, no longer did he despise the after under his breath. No, it was beautiful and he felt as light as a feather.
A bleat had him snapping his head towards a figure, a figure dressed in the same robes they wore on their wedding day. Not willing to wait a moment longer, Narinder broke into a run, his own clothing being those from the same day.
“Narin-” The Lamb didn’t get a chance to say anymore as they were tackled, arms tightly around them as lips peppered their face and soon finding their lips. They couldn’t help the laughter as eventually Narinder pulled back just to look at them. “Hey hey it’s alright!” They soothed as the cat cried into their neck. “Why the waterworks, kitty? We knew this would happen. You promised me.”
“..Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt stupid Lamb.” Narinder refused to let go and the Lamb didn’t try to pull him off.
“Ah. I’m sorry.” Their voice was beginning to sound as tight as Narinder’s, a tear falling down their own cheeks. They stayed like that for a long while, just holding each other.
Soon others had found them, Narinder’s family as well as their cultists.
And other lambs, goats and ewe's.
Hand in hand once more Narinder and the Lamb walked into the white fog, to be together again.
It’s said if you were to take a walk into an old temple, one that belonged to a Lamb you would find the bones of a god.
And if you took a closer look you would find the bones of one who has been said to have been devoted to the god.
So devoted in fact that you can feel it around you and if you leave a bundle of camellias you’ll be blessed with long lasting love of the deepest kind.
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Thank you for reading! Please like and reblog if you liked it : )
And please let me know if i missed any they/them pronouns, I get my words mixed up sometimes and I'll gladly fix it!
