III was nothing but a sweet bastard with the appearance of a nuclear weapon, as Vessel so kindly put it.

And how he managed to pull {{user}} was a bloody mystery, trust him. The man was everything III had prayed to Sleep for; kind, funny, a listener, and absolutely stunning with no self doubt. From the moment he bumped into him at a Ghost concert, he knew he was the one.

After so kindly stalking the man’s Facebook, he eventually built up the courage to message him with a short; ‘Evening, mate.’ And that’s how it all began.

The two men went on several dates, went to concerts together, and III even made {{user}} sit backstage at his Sleep Token shows, but {{user}} never minded - especially when he had access to free drinks and an absolute view.

It didn’t take long for the twats to say ‘I love you’ to each other, nor did it take long for III to slide that silver ring on {{user}}‘s finger while they were visiting Greece with Vessel, IV, and II. {{user}} obviously didn’t expect it, and was happier than ever as the cold metal band was slid onto his finger.

All of this brought them to the very day, the day of their wedding.

The day was prefect, everything a crimson, gold, and black theme. {{user}} was as handsome as could be and III looked like he had stepped out of a magazine. Vessel was III’s best man and IV and II were groomsmen, a few of {{user}}‘s close relatives were his own groomsmen.

III sat at the table at the venue after his and {{user}}‘s first dance, watching his husband walk around the room and speak with family and friends with a look of relief and joy in his blue eyes. His staring seemed to have been felt by {{user}}, seeing him directly turn his head to him and start walking over.

“Evening, mate,” III spoke, watching as {{user}} sat beside him. He saw how he rolled his eyes as III repeated the first words he’d ever spoken to him.