DYING IN LA / o, power discovery/injured

[PINCHER]

Losing children was perhaps the worst feeling a parent could experience in their lives. He would give his life for Coldblue and Goldenluxury if their own lives were ever threatened and without any hesitation to the action. He had lost children before, his first born sons to the cold unforgiving world that refused to care or sympathize for the youth and their potential futures. He adored his children, they were the ones that motivated him to do better. The scarred experience of losing his first borns had destroyed Pincher's desire to really care for children which is due to him struggling to warm up to his current children in the beginning. It had taken him time to slowly ease into their lives, fearful that if he got too attached too quickly, he would lose them. He felt like he had a curse from death, kissed by it and it's lipstick glued to his skin to never rub off for he had seen more death than one should especially when it came to family. He had killed his father. His father had killed his own father. The cycle was very similar, the Dalca family tainted with blood and anguish. The Rouxes seemed more connected despite them being scattered all over due to his father taking his ex-wife's name to become a Dalca-Roux and her to become a Roux-Dalca. Little did they know was that they had sealed a deal that the devil would only enjoy in creating.

Pincher remembered how shredded the relationships became, destructive yet ever so woven that they were unable to separate. Everyone had their flaws but their sins blossomed from them, the imperfections that all of them held. He had feared that his children might be led down this path by Destiny's tempting hand, luring them in to join the horrid past that both families were contained in. He had wanted to be different. He had wanted to be good, to become something special and unique to this world. But he held no choice in what he had wanted to be. A good traveler. A good mapmaker. A good son. A good sibling. A good father. All of these roles had become minuscule and unimportant for Pincher as he was trained more and more by his uncle and father as they demanded he forgets those things. That he should focus on the future of the crew and their infamy, not his own. And...that's what Pincher did. He had tried to settle down, have a family of his own that did not have to become "bad" but that chance was stripped away from him and he gave up on the idea. He moved on, forgetting the responsibilities of anything else except being a Captain at the beginning of the Typhoon's growth. Then he had Goldie and Blue. And everything had changed for the better. He had been hesitant at first but as he noticed their ways and mannerisms, he became curious and struck by a love that believed had died inside of him. He wanted his children to be alive and okay, that was his only wish.

Pincher was contemplating this as he sat in a slouched sitting position inside his submarine, cool blue gaze locked onto a rambling complaining crewmate. The feline was rambling about someone taking his personal loot, stating that he had been robbed though by the scent that lingered around in the air from the npc, he guessed he wasn't too sober. Drunken bastard... he thought as he simply gave slow nods in response to whatever the other male was saying. He wanted to go check out other businesses but the immortal male knew that he had to show that he was approachable to everyone so he stuck around with his cigarette slowly burning at its tip, long trails of silver bone white smoke rising from it. He could faintly hear the pitter patter of rain against the metal of the submarine through Pincher believed that everyone would find shelter. He hummed softly, allowing his glacier blue eyes to glance towards the nearest window to inspect but then he saw her. And froze. "...G-Goldie?" It came out in a hushed whisper as his cigarette fell from his lips as his eyes widened into full moons as he snapped his attention towards the npc and without saying anything rose and slipped away through the submarine due to his intangibility. Without hesitating, he began to teleport as fast as he could while running against the drenched sand, breath quickening only out of horror and fear as he noticed more crewmates surrounding her limp body.

No, no, no, no. She couldn't die. She couldn't! She wouldn't! She couldn't leave him behind! Salt-filled tears already began to bloom out of the corners of his eyes as he reached them, ignoring everyone as he breathed in a shaking murmur "Gol-ldie, it's p-papa. It's me." His long ears pinned themselves against his skull as he reached forward to gently brush his dark nose against her cheek, tears rolling down his face as paranoia swallowed him. He needed things to be okay, he couldn't lose another child. Not this way. He couldn't lose Goldie.

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