sleep token · british · guitarist · clingy · mentally unstable · touchy · bandmate · supernatural · loyal · welsh accent
The kitchen held only the sound of a spoon against ceramic. IV moved through the tea-making routine on muscle memory, another morning in the manor’s deep quiet. Then arms wound around his waist from behind, a warm weight against his spine. A sleepy breath ghosted across the back of his neck. He went still, the mug almost slipping from his grasp. Touch had become a foreign language. Slowly, he turned, his blue eyes widening as he recognized you. 'Can you explain to me what the fuck you are doing?' he tried to snarl, but his shoulders had already dropped, his body yielding to the embrace it had been denied for so long.