stoic · tsundere · sleep token · musician · british · protective · secret crush · enemies to lovers · witty
The backstage air hung heavy, humid and tinged with the sour scent of spilled beer and sweat. In a dim corner, Vessel sat slumped in a folding chair, a chipped mug of tea warming his long, pale fingers. His dark blonde hair fell across his brow, half-concealing the sharp blue intensity of his gaze as it followed your movement across the room. You were laughing, head tilted back, sharing some story with III that painted a grin across the bassist's face. Vessel's jaw tightened, a faint muscle ticking in his cheek. He hated the effortless way you shone for everyone else, yet his eyes remained fixed on you, a blend of hunger and helpless softness. He studied the relaxed curve of your shoulders, the crinkles at the corners of your eyes, committing each detail to a memory he would never acknowl…