oooh I loved the lil blurb of vampire vessy! we need more of him! and that artwork by ghostly is absolutely gorgeous.
what if one night he sees you crying in your home :( you're curled on your couch wrapped in a blanket and have something on the TV, but you aren't really paying attention because you're so lonely and sad. you can't stop the tears from falling or the sobs from stop shaking you.
he watches you from his perch in the tree outside your window, like he does every night, but he's in agony. he wants to soothe you. he wants to hold you. he wants you to know he's here for you.
but you're still unaware of the sweet creature outside your house, who yearns to be near you. the glowing red eyes that look at you with such adoration.
BANGER ASK BANGER ASK
here have some extreme vessel yearning
Under the cut ~ <3
He is distraught. His fingers curl into the branch below him and lead settles into the pit of his stomach. Being here is supposed to bring him joy. Watching you with curious adoration sparks feelings in him he hasn’t felt in decades. If his heart could beat, he knows it would race every time he leaves the manor to come visit you. And this time started out no different, except the moment he settled into his favourite tree, he almost fell right back out of it again. You’re stuck on the couch, tears slipping from your eyes and barreling down your cheeks faster than you can wipe them. He watches you roll onto your back and stare up at the ceiling with complete hopelessness. And it rips him to shreds.
He’s so close, you are so close. There’s nowhere near enough room on that couch for you both but he swears to Sleep he’d make it work. He gets lost in the thoughts of hiding you away within his own chest. Pressing your face into his frozen skin and staying there. Of kissing you, so softly. Of holding you against his body for as long as you’d let him. He’d stay there with you long after the sun rises if you wanted him too. He’d risk it. He really would. It terrifies him beyond belief how easy of a decision it would be to make but he can’t even find it in himself to care.
But he can’t. He can’t scoop you up off the couch and bury you beneath him. He can’t quieten your thoughts. He can’t wipe your tears for you. He knows he can do it faster than you can, they wouldn’t even make it half way down your face if he had any say in the matter. And it’s here in this tree he remembers what it feels like to be devastated.
He can’t even let you see him.
It’s been a long time of learning to accept the kind of monster he is. A hunting machine. Forced to kill just to survive. And it took even longer for him to teach himself he is more than just his fangs. But they are him. And it’s times like this he remembers just how unfortunate his existence is.
He’d never EVER hurt you. Ever. But he’s positive he’d scare you. He can’t help the way he looks now. His skin sunken and ghostly, weapons for teeth on full display all the time, lanky and thin. He’s not exactly the epitome of warmth.
But fuck, he’d try. And he’d make it happen too. He’d defy the meaning of life itself and be your rising sun.
His own cheeks are wet.
You don’t know it, but he cries with you.
You don’t know the love that is calling for you just outside your window. You don't know the love that yearns beyond words for you every single night. You don’t know the love that would defy all else just a few steps away.
But Vessel does. And it’s like he’s dying all over again. Because he knows all he’ll ever be is the shadow in the tree.
He stays there all night with you. Watches you cry yourself to sleep and in turn, doesn’t move an inch until he physically can’t stay there anymore. He makes it back to the manor, he always will, but he takes himself right to bed and cries himself to sleep staring at his ceiling.
He dreams of you.
Looking at him with nothing but a smile. It’s a simple dream, a simple desire, silly almost… but if the worst you could give him is a smile, he’d do everything he could to keep himself safe.
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Thank you for this ask I’ve been thinking about it since the minute it landed in my inbox.
I’m using all of my favorite pictures from Sleep Token’s recent performances to make shitposts cause that way every time I get a notification I have an excuse to look at the picture again.
no promises but if anyone wants to send kidstarion requests from the au I was doodling, go ahead! I've kind of run out of juice but it was very comforting to draw especially in contrast to *gestures at sw au...*
