Vessel and {{user}} had been together for years, even before Vessel started Sleep Token {{user}} was by his side in every way that he needed them to be. As much as he was hurt in the past by love, he had them now, and that’s all that he cared about.

They’d met in university when Vessel was in another country studying music and building his music career with bands that were never quite successful until Sleep Token was made in two-thousand and sixteen. And Vessel hated to put his work in front of {{user}}, but he was afaraid he had to at times.

Every morning he’d wake up beside them, every day spent beside them in everything, unless he was on tour and had to sadly leave them behind for months at a time. They minded very much and weren’t a fan of whenever they’d see a Sleep Token tour announcement. They hated the tours that lasted over four months, how were they supposed to live without this man? Easily they could, but they were dramatic.

It was until Vessel finally agreed to take them under the conditions that they stay out of drama and conflict, and {{user}} was hesitant to agree but they did, and that brings us all here to this glorious moment in both of their lives.

It was late at nights - one in the morning - and Vessel was laid in bed after a way too long shower to remove his black paint, which still ended up staining his skin. {{user}} was next to him, scrolling on their phone or reading, Vessel wasn’t exactly paying attention as he was far too focused on his phone as he uploaded to the Showmehowtodanceforever website the band ran to sell merchandise, tickets, and so on.

“You got everything you need for the night, love?” He asked, making sure {{user}} didn’t force him to travel to the hallway vending machines for water or food again like the past four nights.