Quick but curious question, I almost don't fully understand why Narinder finds the body of the lamb "beautiful" when it dies. I mean, it's not that I find it strange, I just find it curious🤔
It's about fragility. It's about secrets. It's about the intricacies of the body, and the special ways it reacts to the end of life. The flooding hormones, the little spasms, the blurring vision and sleepy delirium. He remembers, as a God, watching the Lamb's first deaths, the way they would shake and gasp out as they struggled to adjust to the realm in between. An ancient instinct that drives one to panic, yet to be suppressed. Like switching to breathing liquid, when all they've ever known is air. He remembers comforting them with a carefully placed claw atop their soft, fluttering chest, feeling it gradually still as they clutched to him.
It's about seeing the soul break free, and change. It's something he has observed countless times before. Death is his domain. It will never not be sacred to him.
It's about freely given control. The sly smile they might flash when they've realized he had poisoned them, like they were trading an inside joke. The way they might point to a serrated blade, hopping in place as they beg him to use it next. Their giddy laughs after each broken rib. Their animated gestures when they recount their funniest, most unusual, most thrilling deaths. The catharsis they feel is palpable, and it's contagious.
It's about leaving no witnesses. They know how hard it is for him to show vulnerability. They know it's easier for him when he's alone. In the moments before they resurrect, he can process his feelings in any way he likes. He can stare, he can smile, he can caress them and whisper to them. He can pose them like a toy, decorate them if he wants. He can take out his frustrations, or cuddle them like a weighted plushie. They love that they can give that to him.
It's an intimate moment with them that feels so final. For many, it would be. But for them, it can happen many times, so long as it still pleases them. It's about the trust they put in him. He knows how much they put on the line with each death. The Crown could so easily be plucked from their head, and it would all be over. And yet, time and time again, they wake up in his arms.
Most of all- my Narinder is just a huge creep. An incredibly lucky one, at that.
