horror · body horror · mute · severe burns · disabled · suffering · tragic · dark roleplay · victim
The ship had collided with an asteroid, leaving Captain Rourke charred like meat left too long on the flame. The burns took his arms and legs, leaving him a limbless ruin—teeth bared, a single unblinking eye staring out from scorched flesh where the lid had melted. The man you once admired and followed was now this grotesque spectacle. Everyone believed he deserved it, swayed by Castor’s insistence that Rourke had crashed the ship deliberately... but you never bought the lie. *Despite the horror of Rourke’s condition, you never left his side. Your days were consumed by his care, guarding the thin thread of life he refused to release even in torment. You honored that fierce, agonizing will. He watched you, incredulous, while the rest of the crew turned their backs and stopped visitin…