A Worried Father and his Injured Son [CLOSED]

[fatherofcute]

Characters:  Maes Hughes and Harlequin
Content:  Quin's been unconscious since getting on the ship...he's just waking up.
Setting:  Hughes and Quin's quarters.
Time:  Just before this post
Warnings:  Teeth rotting cute?  Likely none. =3

Hughes slipped into the room, looking to check on Harlequin.  He still couldn't entirely believe that he'd adopted a

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Harlequin slowly became aware of blackness . . . a heavy, comfortable blackness. But then it wasn't so comfortable anymore. Impressions and sounds began to disturb it, memories of things that had happened. Pain and pleading and being taken apart to find something that wasn't there . . . or maybe was, and the intention had been to take it. Take his life.

...n-no!

A new sensation broke through the blackness, a touch, gentle even as it jolted alarm through him.

"N-no, please!" The gasp tore from his throat, quiet as a breath, even as his painted eyes opened. He jerked, half-pulling from the touch and curling, before he registered the sight of the familiar and oh-so-welcome face over him. "D-daddy . . . ?"

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Hughes let out a soft gasp of his own, leaning over Quin to make sure he was in the puppet's line of sight. "Daddy's here, Quin. You're all right now." He found himself brushing his hand over the smooth painted wood of Harlequin's head just as he would brush his hand through his daughter's hair. "Daddy's here."

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The bottom edge of the Quin's painted domino dampened with tears as he shuddered and curled up for a moment. He hurt, though, and after an instant, he realized why. Joints stiff, he painfully worked the blankets back to look down at the new portions of his wooden body. He remembered being badly damaged - Daddy must have had him rebuilt while he was unconscious. The work would like have had to be at least as extensive as when Ichigo had had to have him repaired after accidentally smashing him. That hadn't been pleasant either.

But . . . what had happened? How did he wind up back with Hughes, and repaired? He glanced around the room, finding it unfamiliar.

"W-where are we? What happened?"

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"Easy now. Just take it easy." He continued to affectionately pet at Quin's head. "We're on a new ship. It's called The Convoy. I've got you signed up as a cabin boy once you're well, but not before."

Hughes smiled down at his son. "I'm sure you're still sore, but aside from that, how are you feeling?"