07-13-2018, 11:14 AM
Losing someone was a feeling that Pincher had become accustomed to. The pain. The grief. How a simple concept that was wired to the body to release chemicals that would lead him into a state of desire to drown it with alcohol or let it drift away with smoke. He had been taught to grieve this way, his father snapping at him that men did not cry and if he wanted to be considered a "strong" figure then he shouldn't allow his emotions to get the best of him. But all the lessons and teachings that his father offered to him had been thrown out the window when he had seen his daughter laying on the wet sandy shore with sparks flying off as if she was a dying star that had crashed onto Earth. His panic and worry had forced him to feel the alien like pricks of burning tears at the corner of his eyes when he spotted her, rushing to her side and trying to comfort her since he lacked the capability of healing.
So after Rosemary had managed to save and patch up the small golden bengal, Pincher quickly swept all attention from his work to solely focus on his daughter with a sudden obsession over her wellbeing. He would at first hardly leave her side, sitting beside her small bed like a sentinel with his bloodshot icy blue eyes locked onto her figure to see if she was still breathing. He felt that he allowed his eyes to drift away that her heart would stop and he would lose her forever like the cursed story of a man that was not to look back onto his lover or he would lose her forever. He remembered the story and it caused his throat to clench as he realized he had always loved telling Goldie stories especially with her recent incapability to sleep due to the traumatizing event of him dying while she had been sleeping alongside him. Pincher had tried to remove all memory of it, scrubbing cleaning every drop of scarlet blood that had stained the floor of their home to at least try but the damage had been done, buried and scarring their view of a home. He shouldn't have been so foolish to let his pride take over him, to have sought aid when he should have. Now he understood the fear that Goldie had felt for it was one he remembered when he had lost his first sons. But not this time. He was not going to lose Goldenluxury to the grip of death.
Time began to trickle away as Goldie rested and Pincher was forced to replace his attention onto work to not let the Typhoon sink into failure due to his absense. But he would simply call members into his submarine to give orders from there, his desk right beside Goldie's bed while he scribbled and placed sticky notes on almost every surface. He was frustrated and there was even a sticky note written with intense black sharp words that read "barracuda" and a red x across it for Pincher was desiring revenge. He knew the coral reefs were dangerous but that wasn't going to stop him from exacting an avengeful action for hurting his daughter. For now he was trapped in his work, biting down on a matchstick while looking over plans when he heard the soft strained groan from his daughter. His sensitive ears pricked and swiveled towards her direction, his electric blue eyes following to lock onto the small resting figure of the bengal as he dropped the stack of papers he had been reading. "Goldie? Goldie, don't move. I'll be right there, sweetie." With that, the broad-shouldered canine hopped off and began towards her with his dazed gaze wide with worry. His fur was slightly disheveled and the smell of alcohol floated off his lips since he had been drinking to relax his paranoia.
"I'm here, love. Lay down, please. Papa's gotcha." He murmured in a gentle tone, his figure arriving to halt beside the bed before slowly crawling up onto the mattress to slowly settle around his daughter in a protective matter, glacier blue eyes checking to see her was not squishing her as he leaned his sable black head to gently press his nose to her forehead in an affectionate way, a small sigh of relief escaping his muzzle as he realized that she was getting better. She wasn't going to die. She would be with him and everything would be okay. His heartless chest ached with the suspense of losing her but he decided to focus on her, his dark fur brushing against hers to allow her to rest on him for some support and warmth.
So after Rosemary had managed to save and patch up the small golden bengal, Pincher quickly swept all attention from his work to solely focus on his daughter with a sudden obsession over her wellbeing. He would at first hardly leave her side, sitting beside her small bed like a sentinel with his bloodshot icy blue eyes locked onto her figure to see if she was still breathing. He felt that he allowed his eyes to drift away that her heart would stop and he would lose her forever like the cursed story of a man that was not to look back onto his lover or he would lose her forever. He remembered the story and it caused his throat to clench as he realized he had always loved telling Goldie stories especially with her recent incapability to sleep due to the traumatizing event of him dying while she had been sleeping alongside him. Pincher had tried to remove all memory of it, scrubbing cleaning every drop of scarlet blood that had stained the floor of their home to at least try but the damage had been done, buried and scarring their view of a home. He shouldn't have been so foolish to let his pride take over him, to have sought aid when he should have. Now he understood the fear that Goldie had felt for it was one he remembered when he had lost his first sons. But not this time. He was not going to lose Goldenluxury to the grip of death.
Time began to trickle away as Goldie rested and Pincher was forced to replace his attention onto work to not let the Typhoon sink into failure due to his absense. But he would simply call members into his submarine to give orders from there, his desk right beside Goldie's bed while he scribbled and placed sticky notes on almost every surface. He was frustrated and there was even a sticky note written with intense black sharp words that read "barracuda" and a red x across it for Pincher was desiring revenge. He knew the coral reefs were dangerous but that wasn't going to stop him from exacting an avengeful action for hurting his daughter. For now he was trapped in his work, biting down on a matchstick while looking over plans when he heard the soft strained groan from his daughter. His sensitive ears pricked and swiveled towards her direction, his electric blue eyes following to lock onto the small resting figure of the bengal as he dropped the stack of papers he had been reading. "Goldie? Goldie, don't move. I'll be right there, sweetie." With that, the broad-shouldered canine hopped off and began towards her with his dazed gaze wide with worry. His fur was slightly disheveled and the smell of alcohol floated off his lips since he had been drinking to relax his paranoia.
"I'm here, love. Lay down, please. Papa's gotcha." He murmured in a gentle tone, his figure arriving to halt beside the bed before slowly crawling up onto the mattress to slowly settle around his daughter in a protective matter, glacier blue eyes checking to see her was not squishing her as he leaned his sable black head to gently press his nose to her forehead in an affectionate way, a small sigh of relief escaping his muzzle as he realized that she was getting better. She wasn't going to die. She would be with him and everything would be okay. His heartless chest ached with the suspense of losing her but he decided to focus on her, his dark fur brushing against hers to allow her to rest on him for some support and warmth.
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