#caspiron

commission of My Boy, done by the amazing @psychoslave!

Amber: “Okay Caspiron, we need to do your limb test to make sure you’re not risking detachments. I’ll join with you.”

Amber hugs around the priest with a firm squeeze.

Amber: “Just like this. Squeeze as much as you can to keep those muscles from dying.”

“No. Don’t.”

So I was hanging out with @general-grey the other day and she had to AFK for a while.

excuse the shitty phone picture, i will get a proper USB cable to port screenshots from the console

Caspiron tenses up, shoulders hunched, butdoes not shy away from the approach. Instead, he tilts his head up, squintingthrough the eyeholes of his mask.

“Perhaps, but you must have a very…subjective definition of beauty, then.” He says, a dry sort of humour creepinginto his tone, but falling ultimately flat as he picks nervously at thebandages covering his wrists. Regardless, he reaches up, bony fingers fumblingwith the copper clasps keeping the mask flush to his face.

It falls away without much of a fanfare. Hequietly slips it off, and then peers up at Lumenos from theshadows of his cowl.

He has an angular face, with a sharp set ofcheekbones and a prominent brow. The remaining pale flesh and skin stillclinging to his bones are charred and blistered in places, in an odd patterncreeping up from where layers of bandages cover his neck. His lips are thin andstretched taut over his teeth, which seem almost too large to fit in his mouth.His cheeks seem to have been split open at one point, and is now neatly sewn togetherwith a silvery row of stitches. His nose is missing completely.

His eyes are the clearest, flickering withthe necrotic force keeping his bones animated, casting odd shadows over thesharp angles of his own features.

i think tumblr either cut this message in half or my phone did

but either way KINDA but also pls don't bully him i raised his Int to 11 at least