06-15-2018, 06:14 AM
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Pincher was all too familiar with how twisted and terrifying nightmares could become. They were constant old friends to the former hitman, his memories chiming in to remember everything he tried so hard to move past from. The deaths of beloved friends or of his first sons. The murder that he committed when he sunk his claws into the neck of his father, the bewildered shocked expression mirroring in the same odd blue eyes that father and son carried. How could he have done it? Why had he? A tale that was buried so deep within his consciousness that Pincher didn't really know the answer nor did he desire to remember that level of hatred he had felt when ending the life of the former captain. The memory would fold itself like origami to become something different, something darker than he expected. Yet, Pincher knew he needed his sleep and rest especially with how rowdy the Typhoon was becoming. More members meant a bigger group than he was used to but knew that this was the pathway to success..whatever that was.
Unlike many “villains” that inhabited Mother Earth, Pincher didn't desire world domination. He didn't have that sort of acquired hunger that some creatures developed. What Pincher was certain was that if there was ever world domination in some ridiculous way, that his group and himself would be safe from being destroyed. That they would instead rise from the ashes and become legendary. But his ambition? He wasn't entirely sure what that was nor what direction it was pointing towards. The male was certain that it wasn't to become the hero of the century, all the sins, and wrongdoings he had done tainting the pure heart that he once had. As months had passed, the rotting of his heart had increased and there was hardly anything Pincher had not done since some crimes were too gut-wrenching for him to do. So when he had children with Guru, there was a sudden revival of a spark of hope for the future. Coldblue and Goldenluxury. Two colors that defined who they were and Pincher wanted only the best for them even if he lacked fatherly qualities that had died alongside his firstborn sons.
Coldblue seemed to stick to himself with a chilly air that Pincher himself carried when he was focused and determined on conquering a challenge. His son even had the same brilliant arctic blue color that he had and his father as well as his father’s father. The ridiculous term of “snake eyes” due to the lack of dilation only reminded him of the dark potential that his son carried with him due to being a Roux. Then there was Goldenluxury or everyone liked to refer to as Goldie. She was what Pincher had hoped would become the product of the brief chemistry of Guru and himself. She carried an innocence that he wanted her to keep, the way gold glints in the sunlight. He had never had a daughter before nor had he much experience on how to raise a child but the way she seemed to show so much love for everyone was something that made Pincher feel the desire to be there for her. To be a good dad even if she had seen him in a horrid state of passing out in a meeting. He wanted to be better but how could he? How could he show that he cared? Pincher was a charmer and knew how to win hearts in romantic love, his charismatic behavior tending to attract many. But any other sort of love? He didn't excel in it. Nor did he particularly know how to start.
Then he heard her cries. Unlike the soft whimpers she had given when born, Goldie’s cries echoed with pain and calling for her father. He had just returned from a late night walk on the beach, a long trail of smoke dancing behind him as he no longer smoked in his home for he didn't want Goldie to catch anything from the nicotine, especially at such a young age. The smoking was a bad habit that he had been trying to limit ever since Jacob and children came to his life but the smoke puffs that he expertly exhaled relaxed the constant ache that burned his head. He had just halted in front of the door to enter his quarters when he heard her, his muscles tensing beneath his ink black pelt. ”Goldie? Goldie, are you alright?” He called out, his cigarette slipping from the corner of his lips as he quickly pushed open the door with his jaws now clamped around his switchblade, the obsidian blade glinting in the pale moonlight rays. Then he spotted her trembling figure, her small paws kicking out as if trying to push something away though he noticed no one was around except father and daughter. Relief washed over him when he realized she was just having a bad dream but knew that he should wake up for nightmares did have the deadly possibility of scarring one’s mind.
The broad-shouldered dark male returned his blade back into his armband and walked towards Goldie’s body, lowering his pepper black nose to gently press against her cheek and nudge her awake. His cool oceanic blue eyes glinted with a soft shade of worry as Pincher murmured ”Goldie...Goldie, wake up. Sweetheart, I need you to wake up.” His rumbling low voice did not hold the rugged tone he tended to bark out orders but instead a tone that he remembered he would use to his sons. It was surprising how Goldie was able to bring this side out of him since the pirate had long forgotten what it was like to take care of someone beside himself.
Unlike many “villains” that inhabited Mother Earth, Pincher didn't desire world domination. He didn't have that sort of acquired hunger that some creatures developed. What Pincher was certain was that if there was ever world domination in some ridiculous way, that his group and himself would be safe from being destroyed. That they would instead rise from the ashes and become legendary. But his ambition? He wasn't entirely sure what that was nor what direction it was pointing towards. The male was certain that it wasn't to become the hero of the century, all the sins, and wrongdoings he had done tainting the pure heart that he once had. As months had passed, the rotting of his heart had increased and there was hardly anything Pincher had not done since some crimes were too gut-wrenching for him to do. So when he had children with Guru, there was a sudden revival of a spark of hope for the future. Coldblue and Goldenluxury. Two colors that defined who they were and Pincher wanted only the best for them even if he lacked fatherly qualities that had died alongside his firstborn sons.
Coldblue seemed to stick to himself with a chilly air that Pincher himself carried when he was focused and determined on conquering a challenge. His son even had the same brilliant arctic blue color that he had and his father as well as his father’s father. The ridiculous term of “snake eyes” due to the lack of dilation only reminded him of the dark potential that his son carried with him due to being a Roux. Then there was Goldenluxury or everyone liked to refer to as Goldie. She was what Pincher had hoped would become the product of the brief chemistry of Guru and himself. She carried an innocence that he wanted her to keep, the way gold glints in the sunlight. He had never had a daughter before nor had he much experience on how to raise a child but the way she seemed to show so much love for everyone was something that made Pincher feel the desire to be there for her. To be a good dad even if she had seen him in a horrid state of passing out in a meeting. He wanted to be better but how could he? How could he show that he cared? Pincher was a charmer and knew how to win hearts in romantic love, his charismatic behavior tending to attract many. But any other sort of love? He didn't excel in it. Nor did he particularly know how to start.
Then he heard her cries. Unlike the soft whimpers she had given when born, Goldie’s cries echoed with pain and calling for her father. He had just returned from a late night walk on the beach, a long trail of smoke dancing behind him as he no longer smoked in his home for he didn't want Goldie to catch anything from the nicotine, especially at such a young age. The smoking was a bad habit that he had been trying to limit ever since Jacob and children came to his life but the smoke puffs that he expertly exhaled relaxed the constant ache that burned his head. He had just halted in front of the door to enter his quarters when he heard her, his muscles tensing beneath his ink black pelt. ”Goldie? Goldie, are you alright?” He called out, his cigarette slipping from the corner of his lips as he quickly pushed open the door with his jaws now clamped around his switchblade, the obsidian blade glinting in the pale moonlight rays. Then he spotted her trembling figure, her small paws kicking out as if trying to push something away though he noticed no one was around except father and daughter. Relief washed over him when he realized she was just having a bad dream but knew that he should wake up for nightmares did have the deadly possibility of scarring one’s mind.
The broad-shouldered dark male returned his blade back into his armband and walked towards Goldie’s body, lowering his pepper black nose to gently press against her cheek and nudge her awake. His cool oceanic blue eyes glinted with a soft shade of worry as Pincher murmured ”Goldie...Goldie, wake up. Sweetheart, I need you to wake up.” His rumbling low voice did not hold the rugged tone he tended to bark out orders but instead a tone that he remembered he would use to his sons. It was surprising how Goldie was able to bring this side out of him since the pirate had long forgotten what it was like to take care of someone beside himself.
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