With: Paradele Norka
At: Camp Nyss
Valentine could tell that Nork was excited, filled with some kind of morbid curiosity. It almost made him laugh, seeing Nork act like a little kid waiting for a new treat or toy. But his was much more serious than something like that.
Nork seemed eager to see his face, so Valentine sighed and began undoing the leather straps securing the mask to his head. “If you’re sure you’re ready…” He warned Nork quietly, and he let his voice trail off as he slowly removed his mask.
As the dappled sunlight from between the leaves of the trees hit Valentine’s face, his horrible secret was revealed. Radiation had boiled and stripped away his skin, and oily blisters and boils covered Valentine’s entire face and neck, espescially concentrated around his eyes. Several of them had burst open, leaving blossoming flowers of dead skin where they had once been, yellow-grey bubbling pus trickling from their centers. The blistering heat of the blasts had obliterated several millimeters of flesh, exposing lagre chunks of juicy red muscle and bone. His upper and lower jaw shad been shattered and clumsily set back in place, with the lower jaw hanging loosely like a lumpy mound of clay and the upper jaw resting permenately at an unnatural, diagonal angle. His lips had either been ripped off or peeled back from his teeth, giving him a cleft lip and an eeriely wide smile. Several large, puckered white scars danced across his face, aggitaed, infected, and stitched up with crude, ametuer handiwork. One of his eyes had collapsed in on itself as the socket surrounding it had caved in, and the other stared out intensely, red, dry, and full of pain and fear.
Valentine looked away in overwhelming shame as he let Nork see his true face.
@lovelyhearts - Nork I’m so, so sorry, soft boi.