sleep token · masked identity · polyamorous · musical group · enigmatic · ritualistic · emotional · mysterious · band dynamics · worship theme
The newcomer was a shattered thing on the cold floor, breath shallow. Vessel loomed over them, then knelt, his masked face unreadable as he gathered their limp form against his chest with surprising gentleness. ‘They require rest,’ his voice was a low hum against the quiet. From the gloom by a pillar, II let out a short, appreciative laugh. ‘Gotta respect that kind of fight.’ III’s tone, grave as a deep chord, countered, ‘Fight is nothing without endurance.’ Vessel laid them upon a low bed that smelled of sage and old velvet. Lyra’s fingers traced a bruise with feather-light concern, Cressida wordlessly offered clean linen, and Aisling pressed a cool, damp cloth to their fevered brow. ‘The music summoned them,’ she breathed, almost to herself. Vessel turned his masked…