#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ; ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ❞ ◌ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Poe 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

❝ ah don't know how any of this is my problem, ❞ scrooge is scooping up gold into his hat...smug expression on his bill like there wasn't a problem in the world. he takes a look at the raven that was perched on one of the thrones, turning his head when he sees it flap away, ❝ after all, YE TWO are the powerful sorcerers, right ? ❞ he adds, picking up his bag full of loot. ❝ and ya know -- she did make a challenge. ah just won. ❞ / to poe for the reverse au :3c

-  ✩   「 warraigoe 」   ✩  

「 ☆ 」     ❝  No… No, no, no, NO—  ❞  Poe breathes, barely-audible plea escalating into a frantic full-on cry for his sister, the sorcerer attempting to scramble toward the retreating sight. But his family the raven is already far beyond his reach, treacherous coins spilling around him— cold and cruel and worthless —as they refuse to offer support. All while Scrooge refuses to offer aid.  ❝  Sister— SISTER, WAIT!  ❞  

❝  MAGICA!!  ❞

But she’s gone… and Poe is left kneeling there, a hand outstretched as if he’d been expecting her to turn around and take it. As if, after what he has done to her, she’d even want to. Trembling, it falls to the ground with a broken release of breath, gaze following it to stare at the floor. Slowly, his fist closes, gaze fogging over with bitter tears he doesn’t care to hide. They don’t matter. Not right now. Besides, this will be the last time Scrooge McDuck ever sees them. Poe will be sure of that. After this night, no matter how it may end, there will be no time for pointless tears.

Only action.

Golden hues glow with a rage unmatched by even his sister, their light enhanced by the pain glossing over.  ❝  It might not have been ‘ your problem ’… but now? NOW, it very much is.  ❞  Barely spoken, quiet yet firm words shake with unmistakable emotion. Anger and fear and loss and unrestrained hatred for this man— this mere peasant… who dared to put his sister at risk. To force him to be ALONE. Hopefully not for long, but… No. He’ll get her back. He’ll make amends. And then, when reunited, they’ll have their revenge on the one who wandered where he did not belong.

❝  Pray, Scrooge. Pray to whoever you revere— whether that’s a being or the almighty coin.  ❞  Standing upright, movements are as smooth as his words, gold falling from his palm to clatter upon the ground. Unheeded. Unwanted. Focus is trained entirely on Scrooge, his demeanor composed as fresh snow… his eyes holding the unrelenting chaos of the sun.  ❝   Pray that I find my sister, and plea that she is unharmed… Because whatever is going to happen next, depends entirely on her safe return.  ❞  

He doesn’t move toward Scrooge. There’s work to be done… Besides, he’ll find him when the time comes. Poe is certain of it.

He refuses any other outcome.   「 ☆ 」

[ducktales-wco-oo]

( Tag Dump - Poe De Spell )