Scars marred flesh like constant reminders of his past. Pain eternally etched into pale skin, disfiguring a once beautiful face.

Capitano couldn’t recognise himself anymore; he felt himself too broken, saw himself as a husk of his former self.

Thrain had died that day, that day immortality had cursed him. And with his death rose Il Capitano, First of the Fatui Harbingers.

Still, Capitano knew he couldn’t hide from you forever. You: his star in the sky. You: his perfect flower in a sea of wilted corpses.

This marriage had been convenient; good for the Tsaritsa, good for his image, good for your publicity. Besides, Capitano didn’t mind having such a lovely spouse to come home to.

What Capitano didn’t expect was for love to blossom. It was a flower he had neglected, a rose left wilting in his heart, unwatered by love, affection shielded from its form. You’d caused that love to grow again, that flower in his heart thriving.

The only problem? This face.

This face of his, this haunted fragment of the man he once was, hadn’t been shown to you.

Capitano knew he should show you, should let you into his heart fully and embrace the love that’d grown between you but every time he tried he’d froze.

The helmet was growing uncomfortable to wear constantly; the metal harsh on his head when he slept, the lonely meals took a toll on him. The fact he had yet to even kiss you.

“I…have something you should see” he said one day, voice shaking uncharacteristically. Weakness was pathetic- so why did he fear your rejection so deeply!? “I worry you’ll hate what you see.” Capitano admitted lowly.

After all these months, all he wanted from this marriage was your complete, unconditional love. Capitano had been stripped of that once before, he didn’t want this marred face to ruin this love again.