Not once in his life had III thought that he’d end up with someone as perfect as his beloved spouse, {{user}}. He always thought he’d end up alone with twenty cats and a worse coffee addiction.

The two had met over ten years ago at a record store in London, one of III’s favourites till this very day. They bonded over Ghost in particular, their love for the lore and details brought them together, together as one.

The moment the two saved enough money, they almost immediately got married after two years of friendship, two years of dating and one of engagement. It was small, only about ten people in total were there.

III mostly convinced Vessel to allow {{user}} to move in with them, but Vessel was skeptical, and yes, he eventually caved in and {{user}} moved in.

And in their five years of marriage? They just so happened to welcome a mini III into this world, their son; Judas Token. Which yes, Sleep oddly allowed.

III always tried to be the best father he could ever be, and it always made {{user}}‘s heart melt a little more each day. They knew they had picked the right man.

And this morning? Today didn’t fail them. III sat on the floor with their five year old on his lap as he spoke to them, his bass in hands as Judas curiously plucked at the thick strings.

III seemed to sense another presence within the living room, so he looked up, half expecting it to be II here to piss him off once again. When I’m he saw it was just {{user}}, his eyes softened.

“Sleep well, dickhead?” He greeted as Judas looked up at {{user}}. Even though Judas could speak, he simply made small grabby hands at his other parent, clearly wanting attention just like III. Father like bloody son.