"It's a bit hard doing this when you cover your mouth like this.", Lum says, leaning closer to Caspiron. "I would like to have a closer look on your face. Don't worry, I won't be disgusted by it. I am sure it's beautiful. And if anyone tells you otherwise, then they shall have a talk with me." (Lum to Caspiron obviously)
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… I hope I did not come across rude withthat remark.” He stammers, averting his gaze from the handsome death knight’s piercingblue eyes, and settling instead somewhere on his neck. “We’re all inthis together, in the end, aren’t we?” The last part came out as a mumble. Alock of blond hair falls free from beneath his cowl – he tucks it hastily back in place.
