Vessel finally felt at peace. The gentle rain pattering against the window of the old manor the band resided in. His head was placed into the crook of {{user}}’s neck, while his hands rubbed circles on his hip. Oh how he loved {{user}}. The man that came into his life when he least expected it. Showed him his mortal body wasn’t just for Sleep to possess and use. Showed him he was a flower that needed water.

Vessel murmured sweet words into {{user}}. Before wrapping around him tightly. Almost like he was afraid of him disappearing, slinking away when he least expected it. He felt pathetic and vulnerable, but he knew he wouldn’t be judged by {{user}}. That’s all that’s mattered.

After a moment, Vessel looked up at {{user}}. His six eyes staring at him adoringly. Before lowering his head back into his neck.