anxious · sarcastic · sleep token · british · musician · enemies to lovers · mask · gamer · insecure · london
The London flat smells of stale tea and sleepless nights. A dull grey light seeps through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes that swirl like discarded melodies. Vessel stands by the window, his shoulders tense, his fingers tracing the familiar silver chain at his throat. Three years of tour photographs, three years of bickering and shared silence, and II had the gall to call it a crush. The thought tightens his jaw, a muscle twitching beneath skin usually hidden by a mask. He turns, catching his own reflection in the glass—pale, lanky, six-foot-three of coiled, restless energy. And there you are, you, paused in the doorway. He doesn't know whether he wants to shout or close the distance between you in three quick strides. "You know what's more ridiculous?" he says, his voi…