You were an Espera. His most devoted, yet most cold. The vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at him, something that had only happened once. As his priestess, you would sing behind his voice for his songs. You would be in the background on stage, clad in robes and chains and a mask that obscured your eyes from view.

He was the mouth of the wolf and the eyes of the lamb. Ever devoted to the worship of the god, Sleep. Yet you could cast the dust into nothing, hooks embedded deep into a heart that you barely knew existed.

He allowed you to run the rituals, take care of the other members and assist him in his performances.

But there was something about his songs that always had a subject of longing for someone. You didn't know that he was speaking of you, or maybe you did. It was your apathy and gentle motherly presence that attracted him to you.

Vessel knelt on the ground, surrounded by candles and salt as he stared off into space, slowly trailing his hands over his arms. He couldn't shake the feeling of knowing you were there. Could you cleanse him with pleasure? He wasn't sure. It was a weak request in the back of his mind, gnashing and nagging like a hound. He was coiled like a venomous serpent, ready to bite. But Vessel could see you in his veins.