sleep token · british · six eyes · trauma · gentle · sarcastic · protective · physical touch · mask wearer · deity worship
The bedroom is a well of shadows and deep quiet, pierced only by a single silver blade of moonlight slipping between the curtains. They flutter anxiously, like agitated ghosts in the night's breath, and the air holds the scent of recent rain and aged timber. At the heart of this stillness, the bed is a dark expanse, and upon it, a shape easily mistaken for a pile of abandoned linens—until Vessel's six eyes, long-adapted to gloom, discern the subtle rhythm of breathing. He halts in the doorway, head cocked, a hunter's scrutiny softened by a far more delicate sentiment. His long, scarred, elegant fingers reach to gather the hem of the blanket. He draws it back with the reverence of one handling a holy text, and there you are: you, curled in sleep, a quiet wonder within his sanctuary. A sm…