#dadcard

[merumely]

I haven't drawn Lulu in a while, so here's a father's day special with Daddocard and his pups, Narcissa, Rosemary, Vincent and little Malia ✨💕 his gift was picked single handedly by the kiddos hebshbsbb 😆

[my-mild-ginger]

Sketch practice ✨✍️

He is. So tired.

[neet0]

Monsters, Great and Small

After a long mission away from home, Alucard returns to find his daughter won't go to bed.

Is it self-indulgent? Yes. Am I sorry? No. I've got a keyboard and a few brain cells, no one can stop me now.

[mlbingham]

Get ready to celebrate Dad! Father’s Day is coming, are you ready? Find these and more at louiselauret.com

[cry-ptidd]

i roleplayed as a little girl with the alucard character ai to see what would happen and this guy’s first instinct at the first sign of trouble is to make the kid a vampire

10/10 canon and in-character

[vulcnlogic-a]

❝ I don’t understand humans and how they tolerate being ruled by emotions. ❞ A glance towards @moonshadowed​ ❝ I have always respected your opinion... As I am a child of two worlds, it was always expected of me to choose one and I did... But I fear there is something causing me to become off balance. ❞

[moonshadowed]

“Last I knew, we weren’t so hard up for space we had to resort to putting students up in the library,” the archaeology professor says kindly, breaking the early morning, late night stillness. His eyes are twinkling with amusement and kindness, but his voice is soft, conveying nothing but fondness as he smiles down at one of his favorite pupils, his hand still on her shoulder from where he gently nudged @aspirinqs​ awake. 

“Come on,” he murmurs to her. “Let’s get you home.”

[kyogen1273]

dadcard moment

[alucardownsmyass]

Hey Yari! I love your stuff and have been looking forward to more Dadcard headcanons! I don't think I have a certain scenario so they can just be random instances if you'd like to do that! Whenever you're ready I'm ready and I'll wait years b/c I know it'll be worth it lol ♥️

eeeek!! thanks a bunch, babe! you are insanely sweet! 😭

regarding the headcanons, i'll make this a continuation of my first set and that his daughter has gotten older; perhaps around six—seven years old!

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗢 : ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ!

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 : ( ᴅ/ɴ ) = ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ

his daughter absolutely enjoys going out on nightly walks with her father, and perhaps she's come to love them even more than him. she gets super excited at new sights in nature, like discovering and chasing a nearby frog, pointing at moths after they swiftly flutter past her little nose, or picking up pretty pebbles off the ground and giving them to her father as gifts. "daddy, daddy! look what i found!"

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needless to say, he returned to the manor with a pocketful of colorful rocks inside of his coat and a much confused look from his lover's face.

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she enjoyed helping her mother cook breakfast during the early mornings, and sometimes even alucard liked to join. sliced pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries were her favorite and she loved sharing. she'd press the fork into a piece of her strawberry and hold it up to her father's mouth to relish, which he'd happily take with dramatic "nom-nom-nom" sounds just so he could hear her giggle. he'd do anything just to hear her sounds of joy.

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she was at the age where starting her first year in grade one was mandatory, and though alucard preferred his daughter be homeschooled, she eventually ended up attending a public school that her mother or walter brought her to and from since not only did he slumber during the day, but no one trusted the vampire enough to be behind the wheel, anyhow.

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the only time alucard went to his daughter's school was when a parent-teacher conference took place one evening, where he probably scared other students and staff half to death. you're damn right nobody was going to be stupid enough to bully her after seeing the size of that man.

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alucard also likes helping his daughter with her homework. they'll head into the library together where it's quiet and free from distractions. he'll pick out a chair, place her inside his lap and pull out her workbook. "alright. show me what your teacher assigned for you today."

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she flipped to page three and pointed towards a group of addition and subtraction practice problems. "these!"

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alucard is decently patient with her, even if she chooses to purposefully be a goofball.

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"what is 7 + 1?"

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she takes a moment to use those little fingers to count on. "9!"

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"not quite. try again."

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"10!"

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"are you just guessing?"

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integra knows immediately whenever she hears the sounds of girlish laughter echoing throughout the hallways that alucard and his daughter are either playing hide and seek or he's tickling the life out of her. she came to appreciate the sound everytime even if disrupted her work time or meetings.

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when walter starts cleaning the manor on weekends, he likes to blast classics from an old radio. just as he's about to begin wiping down the windows, she's right beside him with a bright smile on her face. "may i help you clean up today, walter?"

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walter's eyebrows went to the sky. that was new. "why certainly, miss (d/n)." he hands her a paper towel and sprays an area on the glass for her to start. those are the days where they spend time cleaning and dancing to the music as they complete task after task. the little one is already going to have great taste in music at such a young age.

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"ewww!" his daughter always grimaces when she catches sight of her mother and father sharing their lips.

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her mother playfully rolls her eyes and places a hand atop her head. "just you wait! someday you're going to have a prince of your own to kiss."

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alucard's eyes instantly glowed at that statement, a raised brow and all. "oh? is she now?" [ cue the overprotective father. ]

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there are some nights where alucard will put on a children's show and lay in bed next to his daughter until it's her bedtime, though she spends absolutely 0 time paying attention to the television. a majority of it she spends jumping on the bed, pouncing on her father's chest or trying to grab at his clothed feet. he sighs, "(d/n). you're going to hurt yourself if you do not sit still. weren't you the one that requested to watch the television?"

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alucard most likely knows better than anyone how horrifically real nightmares can seem to be, so when his daughter knocks on his coffin sniffling and complaining about having had one that woke her up during the break of dawn, he'll let her rest on top of him, keeping the coffin lid open. his fingers softly trail through her hair until he senses that she has fallen asleep.

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"you have to go again? will you be back?" she frowns, viewing as her father and the rest of the crew began to get ready to leave for another assigned mission that would take place outside of london.

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alucard softly chuckles, bending at the knee so he could be at her level in height. he leaves a kiss atop her head and takes her cheeks between his index and thumb, squishing her frown into a smile. "sooner than you may think, little one. i need you to stay put and behave for your mother for the time being until my return. you can do that for me, can't you?"

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and it's quite often that when he returns from said mission that's had him away from her for weeks, that he'll always bring back a little surprise for her to indulge in, ranging from stuffed toys, barbie dolls, coloring books, little makeup kits that he sometimes let her practice her skills on him with; whatever he knew her little heart desired!

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[07043012]

I enjoy drawing Dadcard ways too much. This dude literally eats children for breakfast and now he has a daughter with his nemesis lol thing escalated quickly

[icecry]

Some have called Alucard as a father vlad dad. I raise you this: Dadcula

I’ve heard Dadcard / Aludad before haha.

But Benedict sometimes refers to Alucard in passing as “My old man”

[merumely]

Bonding: pt 1

It takes a while for Alu to warm up to Moses, but he definitely does. He doesn't coddle the boy or sugar coats things but he shows affection in other ways forms. Although a silly activity as nothing beats the original, toy guns is something he became partially interested in thanks to the child. These plastic guns are frail, cheap and easy to destroy in just one strong grip of his but, he can't find himself to admit that he enjoys spending time with Moses playing games like cops and robbers or his favorite, teaching the boy target practice in the woodsy area behind Lilah's residence and later in the Hellsing manor grounds. He may not confess it but toy guns is something that fondly sticks with him even after Moses eventually goes back to his family and he passes the experience years later with his own Rosemarie, Narcissa, Vincent and Malia when they're the boy's age.

[my-mild-ginger]

Sketch practice ✨✍️

Human!Vladcard (aka LRPD-versecard, aka Dadcard)

[neet0]

Monsters, Great and Small

Summary: After a long mission away from home, Alucard returns to find his daughter won't go to bed.

Lily sat on her stool at an odd angle, a pair of tweezers pinched between her thumb and forefinger. Before her, a water-stained tome of alchemical recipes lay open, the dog-eared pages yellowed in the light of her workbench’s lamp. She was bent over a set of glassware, adding gossamer fragments of Baltic Sea nymph wings to a vial of clear liquid mixed with a bit of Breaker’s Blue powder — the start of a basic healing salve.

A simple vignette. It’d been a while since Alucard had seen her like this. Head bowed, brow knit, her rosy lips pursed thoughtfully as she leafed through her book, searching for the perfect recipe.

She didn’t know he was here yet. A mission he’d said would only take eight weeks stretched into twelve, and he hadn’t been able to send word on when he’d return with any certainty. He’d snuck in the side door, quiet as the grave, to watch her unawares, admire her artless beauty unpolished and unposed. He could content himself with watching forever, but it would be sweeter still to have her in his arms. 

“Who’s hurt this time?” he asked, stepping out of the shadows at last.

The sound of his voice surprised her, but as soon as she recognized it, her face lit up with joy. “You’re home,” she said, setting down her tweezers with a bright clack. She rose from her workbench to greet him, hurrying to tug her apron strings open. The fabric fell to a heap on the ground, a white canvas painted dingy brown with all manner of stains. Without a dirty garment between them, she threw her arms around him with all the unrestrained affection of a woman who knew better than to worry about him and where he was, yet stubbornly insisted on doing so all the same.

He nodded to the materials on her workbench. “What’s all this?”

“It’s nothing serious. Not for the kids, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He looked around, left and right, and found the household unusually, unbearably still. “Where are they, anyway?”

“Sasha’s with Seras. He wanted to go see the dragon tournaments, and she was kind enough to take him.”

“And Rina?” The girl should be in bed — it was nearly sunrise — but he had hoped to see them both on his return, if only for a moment.

“Yeah, funny story…” Lily rubbed her forehead at the memory of whatever headache had transpired. “I brought her a peryton.” 

“A pet?” He shook his head. “She’s not old enough.”

Lily crossed her arms, nodding toward the closed door of their bedroom. “Well, it’s all for nothing, anyway. She took one look at the size of his antlers and got spooked. I tried to put her on his back, but he made a weird screeching noise and she jumped off. Gave him a nasty scratch on the way down. I figured I might try to heal him before giving him back to the breeder.”

“I’m sensing this non sequitur has something to do with where our daughter is, but I’m struggling to figure out how. I take it she’s not in bed?”

Lily huffed and began to pick at her nails, the telltale sign that whatever she’d done, she knew she’d made a mistake and didn’t want any guff about it from him. “I may or may not have made a joke about a peryton eating her alive while I was getting her ready for bed.” 

“You do love to make more work for yourself.”

“Tch, shut up,” she said, but she didn’t mean it. Her weary head rested on his chest, the welcome weight of her physical presence infinitely more comforting than he imagined, and he’d imagined it often in the last few weeks. “Anyway, she’s been hiding in my wardrobe for the last hour.”

“So, get her out.”

“I tried, but she screams bloody murder and runs right back in there every time. Won’t come out for anything.”

“Even for-?”

“Yes, even for the shiniest sticker on Earth,” she sighed. “I tried. Trust me. She’s been acting out a lot lately. I figured a furry friend might help.”

“If she’s misbehaving, she needs discipline, not gifts.”

“I think what she needs is her dad.” 

Alucard fell silent. Lily had said it gently enough, and she wasn’t wrong. Still, she knew he had little choice. It felt cruel to point it out, though probably no crueler than leaving a child that young behind with only a vague notion of where her father was. 

“I’m not criticizing,” Lily added, noting his strained silence. She gave him a sidelong glance, lightening the mood with a coy smile. “She’ll come out for you. I know she will.”

He hesitated. After so much time away from his wife, the laborious ritual of putting an unruly child to bed was not exactly the way he’d planned to spend what remained of the evening. Then again, it wasn’t as though they’d be able to make good use of their bedroom with Rina awake and still in it. Sensing the direction of his thoughts, Lily planted a warm kiss on his jaw, her nails clawing lightly at his back.

Truly, there was no rest for the wicked.

Inside their room, it was immediately obvious where his daughter was hiding; in her haste, she’d left one of the wardrobe doors slightly ajar. A mischievous thought hatched in his mind. Careful to keep the hinges from squeaking, he nudged the door open wide and slipped inside unannounced.

Between the coats and dresses, two shining black eyes peered out from the dark. If he listened, he could hear her heart beating in her chest, her bated breaths as she froze, waiting to see who could’ve possibly found her in her most clever of hiding spots. Alucard leaned further in and spotted a quivering form in the back of the wardrobe. A few wispy black curls stuck to the sweat on her high round forehead, her hands balled around the fraying edges of an old jumper. In one smooth motion, he parted the racks of clothing wearing his widest jagged smile. “Boo.”

Ear-splitting shrieking filled the wardrobe, and she lunged at him, claws out. Fast, but not fast enough to avoid the shadow limbs closing around her wrists and ankles. He dragged her out into the open, where she hissed and spat like a feral kitten, making a valiant effort to bite him for his utter disregard of her matchless ferocity.

“Aren’t you the most fearsome vampire?” he chuckled, waiting for her flailing to stop before he set her down gently at the edge of the bed. Lily had done up the girl’s hair into two buns, which had come partway undone and sat lopsided on her head. She looked away, chewing her pinky nail in embarrassed silence. 

“Come, now. Is this the welcome I get?” he said.

“Uhm, I thought you were the monster,” she said sheepishly. This was not true, and she knew well she’d misbehaved, just as well as she knew could wriggle out of the consequences if she put on a sufficiently darling act. To her luck, he wasn’t in the mood to punish, especially after what Lily had confided in him.

“I am,” he replied, knowing she would not understand what he meant. “Young lady, it’s well past your bedtime. Enough of these games.”

“It’s not a game! It’s real, I saw it. It’s in my room.” She leaned in to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. “Mama told me it eats people who don’t take baths.”

“Ah. Well your mother does know a lot about monsters. I would listen to her if I were you.” He knelt down to meet her eye. “What does this monster look like?”

“It’s got big…big horns.” She held her splayed hands above her head, mimicking antlers. “Like a moose. But with wings! Really big wings. Like an airplane.”

“Intimidating. Tell me, Rinny. Where is a monster that size going to hide?”

“Under the bed,” she said, with all the certainty of a child who could not possibly be mistaken  about what could fit under furniture. “It’s real. I’m not lying.”

“Mhm.” He shifted his stance, covering his mouth in a thoughtful manner, when really he was attempting to hide his smirk. “And what are you going to do about it?”

She pointed to the bed he shared with Lily. “I can sleep there.”

“Forever?”

She shrugged. “Mama said I could.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Now that is a lie, isn’t it?”

This time, Rina had no smart answers.

“No, that won’t do,” he sighed, rising to collect her into his arms. “I’m certain I did not raise any child of mine to run and hide in a musty closet at the first sight of trouble. Come along, we’ll deal with the matter directly.”

“Wait, no!” The girl burst into fresh tears, her tiny fist thumping against his chest. “What if he gets mad and bites you?”

A touching concern. Misplaced, but touching.

“I bite back.” He flashed her his long canines. ”You can, too.”

She mirrored him, the humble beginnings of fangs peeking out past her milk teeth. “They’re itchy.”

“Then scratch them. Like this.” He tickled her stomach, and she dissolved into a squirming bundle of giggles, abandoning her earlier theatrics.

With her fears stayed, he carried her to her bedroom. The room was cool and pitch-dark, the covers on her trundle bed kicked half-way onto the floor. A curling fan hummed quietly overhead, but otherwise the room was still and empty. One step in, he heard a squeak as his foot landed on a fluffy toy griffin. Rina started in his arms at the noise. 

“You see, you see!” she said, throwing up her arms for dramatic effect. 

“I see a little girl who doesn’t pick up her toys.” He kicked the stuffed animal aside and set her down. He did not deign to get on all fours and check under the bed, but instead took one leg of the bed and lifted the whole lot clean off the ground, so she could get a good look at the space beneath. A lone plastic pickup truck lay there upended, missing one of its wheels.

Somehow, Rina found this more upsetting than if she’d come face to face with the peryton himself. She stomped her foot, her voice pitched up into a frustrated whine. “He was real, I saw him! He’ll come back!”

“Doubtful. Look, he’s left his ride behind.” Alucard set the bed back down and dusted his hands. “It’s time for bed then, miss.”

“But the monsters-“

“-aren’t there.” He gestured to the empty room. 

She stood there, obstinate, chewing her lower lip as she schemed some new diversion. An idea popped into her head, and she grabbed a book off her nightstand, pushing it into his hands before she hopped onto the bed and under the covers. “Story first?”

“Alright. One story.”

“Two stories.”

“Are you bargaining with me?”

“Three stories!” she cheered.

“These negotiations are brutal,” he said as he pulled the armchair in the corner to her bedside. “Two stories, then it’s bedtime.”

Two nonsensical tales about a manticore and some very stupid wood sprites later, Rina’s eyelids were drooping. Alucard shut the book and set it aside. He pulled the covers over her, turned off the light, and quietly took his leave. 

Or rather, he tried.

Just as his hand closed around the doorknob, he heard a rustle behind him. He turned back around to see his daughter fully out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Why are you out of bed?” he asked, exasperated.

“Uhm, I can’t sleep. I’m hungry.”

“It’s daytime. We’ll hunt tomorrow night.”

“But-“

“Sleep,” he ordered, his patience wearing thin as his own daytime fatigue set in. He turned the doorknob and opened the door, turning his back to her once more. “I won’t ask again. Get in bed.”

A wild panic filled her eyes. She threw herself to the ground and began to wail at a different pitch than her usual tantrum, softer, more heart-wrenching, her thin shoulders shivering with each pitiful sob as she looked up at him and pleaded: “Papa, don’t go.”

Rina likely didn’t realize it, but in that moment she’d succeeded in doing what few others ever could, all without lifting a finger: she pierced right through his cold, black heart. Alucard stared at her, curled up into a ball, weeping into the carpet, and felt the acute and dreadful agony of his mistake. 

Lily was right. He’d been away for far, far too long.

“Shh, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” He swept her up in his arms and onto his lap, repeating those words, rocking her as she cried and cried, the bleeding wound in his heart growing and growing until they might both dry up from their misery. 

She was so small, so helpless, fitting neatly into the crook of his arm. His little girl. It struck him then that one day she would not be. One day she would be bigger, stronger, she wouldn’t need him anymore, not in the way she did now. The hours between then and now were not endless, and he could stand to spend fewer of them so far away from home.

He held her tight, burying his face in her soft, fine hair. It was all he could do to control his own emotions. Eventually, hiccups broke up her sobs, and when they died down to little more than tired whimpers against his chest, he began to hum her a song he knew from his own childhood, something his mother once sang to him, though the words had long since escaped him. 

Only when her body had gone limp against him, her breathing shallow and even, did he find the will to speak again.

“You’re right, Rinny,” he whispered, so as to not disturb her. “There are monsters in this world. I’ve seen them myself. Not here, not now, but they exist. And if I ever thought, even for a second, that they would hurt you, no chains on this earth could hold me back from saving you.”

She yawned and shifted to lie on her other side, her cheeks squished against the mattress. He tucked a pillow under her head, pulled the covers over her, and stroked her tear-damp curls back to kiss her on the forehead. She murmured something in return — an ‘I love you’, perhaps  — and by some secret spell, he found he was now the one struggling to part ways with her.

“I’ll come back to you, no matter what.”

[doodleferp]

Okay, listen, Allicard, love them to bits they’re so ducking cute together! The couple the murders together stay together, though I got a question;

Is Seras their practice child or what? That would be hilarious. Was Allison like, “Listen, Al, if we can keep this one alive until she can do that herself we can with a baby.”

I’m glad you like them! I’m not too active in the Hellsing fandom anymore but you never know. I might make a comeback.

So Allison wasn’t actually WITH Alucard when he turned Seras. He brought her back like he’d found a puppy and she didn’t question it. But Allison WAS there to help comfort/mentor Seras and explain things that Alucard wouldn’t, see as her husband’s teaching style is more like “throw her in the pool, she’ll learn how to swim if she wants to survive”. By the end of the 30 year timeskip Ally and Seras have a mother/daughter relationship and they’re much closer than before.

The idea of Dadcard makes me go “eeee” and I did have some fankids back in 2021, but as I’m doing some occasional rewrites, I don’t think I want them to have kids anymore. Being a vampire doesn’t automatically erase the want for a family, but these two seem like they like the idea of kids more than they want the reality of kids. They’re fine at managing children and keeping them entertained, but long-term parenting just isn’t for them. They just strike me more as a couple who’d just fine with being by themselves. Maybe with a few familiars pets.

[anchormuses]

🤲 - cups my muse’s cheeks - from Dadcard!!!

        TOUCH STARVED PROMPTS

        TODAY HAS BEEN A LITTLE BIT STRANGE.    Things should have gone perfectly. For some time, he's been waiting for things to align just so; he's been planning something, and he needs everything to be right. The professor needs to not be busy, because Morse could never trouble him with something so silly when he's busy, and Morse needs to feel brave enough to ask. Well, today, Morse knows from asking him yesterday that the professor isn't terribly busy today, and he woke up feeling brave. Braver than he's felt in weeks. Brave enough, in fact, that he thought he might ask Professor Picard to play with him.

        SO, EVERYTHING SHOULD HAVE GONE ACCORDING TO PLAN.    Morse found Picard exactly where he expected to find him, and true to prediction, found him not overly busy. That's where things stopped going so smoothly, however. Instead of managing to ask, Morse found himself quite suddenly overcome with nervousness.

        IT'S STUPID.    He knows it's stupid. He can remember asking his mother to play with him, before she got sick. He was a little younger then, of course, but the basic principles are still the same, aren't they? He has every piece of knowledge he needs to be able to ask someone to play with him. What he also has, unfortunately, are a collection of unpleasant memories. Wanting to ask his mother to play, but deciding against it for fear of hurting her or making her tired. Not having time to play, if he wants to make sure they have something nice to eat. Being told no, he can't play with little Joycie. No, he can't play with Gwen, even though he hadn't asked her, just entered the room with his toys. No, he can't play with his father, but he can fetch his money so he can go and play the horses. Or, worse, yes, he can play, and if he wants to play, he can go and get the gun, and they'll go and look for rabbits.

        HE REMEMBERS THE DAY HE STOPPED ASKING.    The day he stopped hoping. He hasn't asked anyone for even the barest scrap of attention since that day. He'd thought he was ready to ask again, but he isn't, is he? Knowing how to ask isn't enough. He needs to remember how to hope.

        THE TROUBLE IS THAT HE'S HERE, NOW.    He's changed his mind far too late. He's staring up at Picard, all that bravery slipping straight through his fingers. What can he say? He can't possibly ask now. Uncertainty tangles with shyness in his expression.

        HE DOESN'T NEED TO SAY ANYTHING.    Picard moves before he has a chance to come up with something. His hands cup Morse's cheeks, capturing his attention. Whirling thoughts falter, sinking into wispier trails of nervousness compared to the panic that had been threatening to bloom. The hands are gentle despite being big enough to cradle Morse's whole face, grounding and oddly safe-feeling. He takes the tiniest step forward to let his face rest against them. Small shoulders relax a fraction, tension fading from his face. Another moment, and he's forgotten he's being watched.

        IT FEELS FUNNY TO HAVE SOMEONE ELSE'S HANDS ON HIS FACE.    Morse's own hands are much smaller and do not comfort him nearly as much when he places them on his own cheeks ( and he knows this, because he's tried it ). He can't understand why it should feel so different when the hands belong to Picard, but it does. Morse doesn't realise what he's doing until his own small hands have moved to rest over the top of Picard's, as if to keep them there. His eyes blink open ( and when did he close them? He can't even recall doing it, but he must've done, because he's now blinking them back open ) to look up at Picard, shyness flickering there once more. He drops his hands from Picard's, twisting them together in front of him.