Flowers for a ghost // open+visiting

[coldblue]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"][color=black]Is he too young to have regrets? Probably. No child should blame themselves for something as terrible as the death of a parent, but that knowledge does not stop the youth from feeling what he feels. He failed as a son, as a brother. He regrets not staying closer to home, because if he did, maybe, just maybe, his father would not be dead. Coldblue no longer gets very far way from his sister, perhaps out of a desire for comfort or an urge to protect her just in case something terrible happened to her as well. No matter the cause, the fact is that where Goldie goes, Blue follows. "He's probably not gonna come back," states the young boy in a rather flat tone. No, not flat. Empty. The cream-colored bengal moves to stand beside his sister, attempting to comfort her with a gentle touch on her shoulder. A solemn expression paints his handsome visage as he regards the husky at the border. Blue does not know Jacob personally, but he has heard enough about his father's...friend to recognize him. "Pincher is dead." The youth hates having to be so blunt about it, but he can tell that Goldie is struggling to get the words out and he does not wish to prolong his sister's suffering because Jake can't pick up that their father is never coming back.