Unlike Jacob, Pincher had been forced into containing any emotions that were deemed undesirable in the eyes of his father. He could show he was happy. Upset. Amused. Envious. Prideful. But sadness? The need to explain that he was hurting was alien to the young doberman, the idea of being asked if he was alright or what did he feel currently was odd. Why would it matter? Why should he care? Why should anyone care, especially someone as hardworking as Jacob. He wanted to say that something had been bothering him of having a date with Lilyspoise but it simply clung to the back of his throat, refusing to come out and explain that maybe it had to do something with their relationship. The relationship that seemed friendly but Pincher was not an idiot, he knew that there were emotions that could rise and blossom from said “friendly” relationship. But for Jacob? No, that couldn’t be right. He was a womanizer, he knew how to win easily over various types of women. He knew how to charm, how to conquer hearts and walk off without a trace of regret for his actions. But when it came to Jacob, someone he had met in a state of fear, he didn’t find it attractive. Instead, he managed to meet him in a condition that one tried to avoid when meeting strangers. It was a new experience, a fresh new outlook towards someone that Pincher had never really been able to witness until now.
Pincher was slowly hazing a bit out of his normal poised charisma, his piercing blue gaze fluttering as he tried not to stumble to the ground. Maybe he had drank a little too much or maybe he ate too much that it was a good mix of satisfaction that lead to the desire to sleep.And with the comforting lazy waves splashing against the shore, the male was craving his bed but managed to snap back to reality when he realized that Jacob’s voice dragged him out. Focusing back, he turned his head ever so slightly to the side towards the smaller male, hearing the question about the duck. A small flush of warmth filled his ears causing them to twitch before the captain replied “Yeah, I saw it. Honestly, it was cute, thanks for the rubber duck. I got someone to take it back to my place.” That damn rubber duck. Usually it brought him comfort and relief but during that date, all it brought him was the itching reminder that he was being “unfaithful”. To who? Who the fuck was he feeling guilty over? That wasn’t a familiar emotion and when it decided to storm into his head, the pirate wasn’t able to really get over it. As Pincher listened to the rest of Jacob’s comment, the corners of his lips drew upward ever so slightly as he heard the adjective that nearly was placed on him by the husky. Part of his playful drunken mood wanted to probe Jacob for the near slip up but decided against it, pretending he had not heard that and instead focused on the aftermath response.
“Just cause I’m serious doesn’t mean I can’t have a little hobby. Besides it’s…it’s comforting. But you don’t have to keep giving me ducks if you feel like you’re obligated. But, I really do appreciate them especially if they are from you.” What the hell did he just say? His nerves that kept him down to earth seemed to have slipped off him and he was now blabbering whatever was popping inside his head. Well, not everything. His mind was still lingering about the thought of Jacob’s voice, the adorable accent that he had and the way it suited him. The scent of herbs that contradicted the one of cigarette and alcohol from him, reminding him of the tiny shred of memory of his mother and her herbal talents. Would she had loved Jacob? Absolutely. She had always wanted to the best for her children unlike Archie. Archie instead would have despised Jacob, viewed him as some meek pathetic child for having the strength to show care. His eyes narrowed at the idea of his dad ever coming back. He hoped he wouldn’t. He hoped the bastard stayed down, that he would never rise from the place that Pincher had struck him down. He hoped that he was burning in he-Pincher let out a small growl rumble in his throat when he felt a tiny sting of a headache slice through his train of thought. The problem that always came back when Pincher was drunk was his ever changing focus, his brain scrambling for too much in such a short span of time. Deciding to just focus on Jacob, Pincher turned back to Jacob, noticing at the corner of his eye at the husky now also being traced by the moon’s silver rays.
And then he felt it again. A flutter in his chest. A tightening of the throat. The damned butterflies that were trapped in his stomach began to rise to his chest. Pincher was one to enjoy the aesthetics and beauty of life (including its’ inhabitants) but he had never suspected he would be taken back by the sight of the bandaged husky. The way Jacob adjusted his sweater caused Pincher to swallow down the lump that had decided to form in his throat, tearing his gaze away to the entrance of the cave that was outlined by gold paint. He slowed down his pace to now walk step by step with Jacob, brief split-seconds shoulder brushes caused shivers to dance up his spine but Pincher managed to remain cool-headed as he tipped his head towards Jacob’s ear to murmur “It’s the main place where meetings happen. Only Typhoon members get to come in but it’s one of my favorite spots on the island.” With that, he stepped into the cave with the shadows beginning to swallow him as he trudged deeper down, making sure to not go to fast so Jacob could follow close behind.
After a few minutes of walking down the pathway, Pincher’s figure was then washed over with the light blue hue of the ocean that was now visible by the glass that replaced the rock walls. The coral reef still thriving in the darkness, fish of various types flashing nearby though Pincher didn’t seem focused on them after seeing them many times before. He reached the end of the tunnel, stepping into the large dome that was encased by the ocean. Turning around, the doberman’s devilish smirk to one of eager excitement as he stated “Welcome to the Deep Sea Dome. Whatcha think? Not bad huh?”
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Pincher was slowly hazing a bit out of his normal poised charisma, his piercing blue gaze fluttering as he tried not to stumble to the ground. Maybe he had drank a little too much or maybe he ate too much that it was a good mix of satisfaction that lead to the desire to sleep.And with the comforting lazy waves splashing against the shore, the male was craving his bed but managed to snap back to reality when he realized that Jacob’s voice dragged him out. Focusing back, he turned his head ever so slightly to the side towards the smaller male, hearing the question about the duck. A small flush of warmth filled his ears causing them to twitch before the captain replied “Yeah, I saw it. Honestly, it was cute, thanks for the rubber duck. I got someone to take it back to my place.” That damn rubber duck. Usually it brought him comfort and relief but during that date, all it brought him was the itching reminder that he was being “unfaithful”. To who? Who the fuck was he feeling guilty over? That wasn’t a familiar emotion and when it decided to storm into his head, the pirate wasn’t able to really get over it. As Pincher listened to the rest of Jacob’s comment, the corners of his lips drew upward ever so slightly as he heard the adjective that nearly was placed on him by the husky. Part of his playful drunken mood wanted to probe Jacob for the near slip up but decided against it, pretending he had not heard that and instead focused on the aftermath response.
“Just cause I’m serious doesn’t mean I can’t have a little hobby. Besides it’s…it’s comforting. But you don’t have to keep giving me ducks if you feel like you’re obligated. But, I really do appreciate them especially if they are from you.” What the hell did he just say? His nerves that kept him down to earth seemed to have slipped off him and he was now blabbering whatever was popping inside his head. Well, not everything. His mind was still lingering about the thought of Jacob’s voice, the adorable accent that he had and the way it suited him. The scent of herbs that contradicted the one of cigarette and alcohol from him, reminding him of the tiny shred of memory of his mother and her herbal talents. Would she had loved Jacob? Absolutely. She had always wanted to the best for her children unlike Archie. Archie instead would have despised Jacob, viewed him as some meek pathetic child for having the strength to show care. His eyes narrowed at the idea of his dad ever coming back. He hoped he wouldn’t. He hoped the bastard stayed down, that he would never rise from the place that Pincher had struck him down. He hoped that he was burning in he-Pincher let out a small growl rumble in his throat when he felt a tiny sting of a headache slice through his train of thought. The problem that always came back when Pincher was drunk was his ever changing focus, his brain scrambling for too much in such a short span of time. Deciding to just focus on Jacob, Pincher turned back to Jacob, noticing at the corner of his eye at the husky now also being traced by the moon’s silver rays.
And then he felt it again. A flutter in his chest. A tightening of the throat. The damned butterflies that were trapped in his stomach began to rise to his chest. Pincher was one to enjoy the aesthetics and beauty of life (including its’ inhabitants) but he had never suspected he would be taken back by the sight of the bandaged husky. The way Jacob adjusted his sweater caused Pincher to swallow down the lump that had decided to form in his throat, tearing his gaze away to the entrance of the cave that was outlined by gold paint. He slowed down his pace to now walk step by step with Jacob, brief split-seconds shoulder brushes caused shivers to dance up his spine but Pincher managed to remain cool-headed as he tipped his head towards Jacob’s ear to murmur “It’s the main place where meetings happen. Only Typhoon members get to come in but it’s one of my favorite spots on the island.” With that, he stepped into the cave with the shadows beginning to swallow him as he trudged deeper down, making sure to not go to fast so Jacob could follow close behind.
After a few minutes of walking down the pathway, Pincher’s figure was then washed over with the light blue hue of the ocean that was now visible by the glass that replaced the rock walls. The coral reef still thriving in the darkness, fish of various types flashing nearby though Pincher didn’t seem focused on them after seeing them many times before. He reached the end of the tunnel, stepping into the large dome that was encased by the ocean. Turning around, the doberman’s devilish smirk to one of eager excitement as he stated “Welcome to the Deep Sea Dome. Whatcha think? Not bad huh?”
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the ruby sunset waters hide a resurrected lover