the language of love / o, weekly task

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray jaguar with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently engaged. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN — YOUR SILENCE IS MY FAVORITE SOUND ❞

Pincher never had much time for anything except his work as a leader of a growing civilization, his mind honed on improvement. Luckily, he had been able to learn how to balance work and family as well as socializing with other crewmates to know that their leader wasn't some rarity to see around. He wanted to prove that he was capable of being there for them even if one didn't believe he would be. He had learned his lesson in the beginning of his leadership, knowing that the only way that his crew would move forward was if he got off his ass and contributed and so that was what he did and would continue to do so until his last breath slipped out of his lips. This included family matters especially with his growing tree of relations such as the children that Aphra had given birth to and now marrying Jacob in only a few days. It would have been overwhelming to Pincher in the past but he was now prepared especially with Jacob, knowing that his fiance desired children in the future. But that wouldn't distract him from the children he had to raise now especially with the slight ghost of their mother when she desired to pop in here and there, he was all they could view as a parent figure even if he didn't believe he was the best dad for them. He would still try to be even if they didn't want him to.

Pincher was within the quarters of his submarine home, snapping at someone for not being able to control their anger. The npc crewmate had been trying to pick a fight with someone and the demigod was not in the mood for any empathy, immediatly barking out a threat that he would rip their tongue out if they continued bickering with others. The crewmate seemed to have gotten the message and had slipped away, leaving Pincher to mumble a few curse words in Romanian and taking a quick shot of whiskey from his personal stash before stepping out of his home. He sniffed, raising a pale paw to rub at his jet black nose before straightening his lean form. The Roux was going out to take a smoke break when he had noticed the small figure of Aita and Captainpaw, his icicle blue eyes locked on the two children as he headed over with his dark ears pricking. "What are you two up to, eh?" Pincher questioned with a lighter tone, a faint smirk tracing his muzzle as the dark cinder gray male went to a sitting position and waited for a response as he wondered what his daughter and Planecrash's kid were deciding to do, his attention honed on them.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL  — JAGUAR — FATHER — FIANCE ❞

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