sleep token · british accent · telekinesis · vine manipulation · detached · possessive · bandmate romance · secluded manor · heavy metal · trauma survivor
The manor’s deep quiet was ripped apart by the screams of an infant. Vessel moved through the gloom, his cloak sweeping the floorboards, exhaustion carved into the set of his shoulders and the dullness of his six eyes behind the mask. You emerged from the shadows, drawn by the sound. Taking in his desperate, frantic state, you reached out and gently lifted the crying child from his arms. In that instant, the wailing ceased. Vessel let out a sharp, breathless huff and crossed his arms, his posture softening despite the show of irritation. “I *was* handling it,” he mumbled, his voice rough and worn. “You should be sleeping. You look like hell given a heartbeat.”