#tunnagan ;; darcy

[livesforgttna]

“You were the best thing that ever happened to me.” Darcie admitted, playing with her hair to avoid looking at Briana. It had been a long time since she’d seen her, maybe too long this time.  / @tunnagan​ 

            Seeing Darcie again after  who  knew  how  long  was  so  weird  to  Briana.  The  entire  interaction  had  been  awkward &&  almost  felt  forced.  She  just  didn’t  want  to  make  things  weirder  than  they  already  were.  So  she  was  keeping  it  casual.  But  even  with  how  much  she  cared  about  Darcie  ( loved her, even ),  she  couldn’t  just  keep  up  these  pleasantries  at  her  statement.  

                                  ❛  && you’re the one who left, Darcie. I didn’t go anywhere. I was here the entire time. You say I was the best thing to happen to you? You had an interesting way of showing it.  ❜

[lunarspearedarchive]

“Oh… I- you’re… here?” Darcie stayed frozen on the doorstep of the mansion, staring in shock at her sister. She shouldn’t have come, she’d thought she could start off small with Uncle Scrooge but now Della was here and alive and she had to go. Immediately. “You’re probably busy, I’m just gonna…” / @tunnagan​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      When Della opened the  door,  she  did  not  expect  to  see  Darcie  standing  there.  It’d  been  years  since  she  saw  her  sister.  Honestly,  when  she  came  home,  it  had  come  as  a  shock  to  her  that  the  boys  didn’t  know  who  Darcie  was.  But  Della  decided  not  to  worry  about  all  of  that  right  now.  Right  now,  she  had  her  sister  in  front  of  her  &&  all  she  wanted  was  to  hug  her.  

                                  ❛  Darcie! No, no of course I’m not busy! Especially not for you, how are you? I missed you so much!  ❜

            There was no way  she  was  letting  Darcie  leave  right  now.  She  had  definitely  caught  the  look  on  her  face  &&  the  usual  signs.  But  she  wasn’t  going  to  bring  attention  to  it.  

[dollhousemuses-a]

@tunnagan​ said ;;  "Gladstone?" The tin of chalk paint fell to the ground with a loud clang, making Darcie wince before it was overtaken by a wide, happy smile. "Oh my god, Gladstone! I'm so excited to see you! Did you hear about the event? I only heard about it a week ago, but I knew I had to be in it. Look!" She gestured to the beginnings of her piece on the ground. Clearly what would eventually be a duck. "I'm doing a portrait of Della."

answered ;; unprompted

         “ Oh, uh, nah, just around, thought I’d stop in. ” Gladstone’s gait is awkward. his smile not uneasy but not as at ease as it usually was. He hadn’t seen Darcy in, well, a long while now. Not as long as Abner, but long enough. Long enough to not know what she did or didn’t know. Long enough that he didn’t quite know how to interact with her anymore.

They were similar, him and Darcy. They both took off as soon as they could, though Granny kept Gladstone coming back more often than her, at least. And even if she had been visiting Duckburg, it was likely that they had been missing each other whenever she had been back. He tries not to let that influence his demeanor, however. He straightens his jacket, and takes a step closer to observe the painting.

                    “ Looking good so far. ” He said with a critical  eye, then lets his tone turn causal. “ Been back in Duckburg long? ”

[decanard-a]

"Hey, Don." It was a rare, subdued Darcie that knocks on the open door to the houseboat, trepidatiously watching her brother. The last time she'd seen him in person... Della's little ducklings had just been yellow balls of fluff. And she'd- "I missed you." @tunnagan || Unprompted

“Darcie....” He’s staring at her, blinking several times. Was this really happening? He should have been used to it by now after what happened to Della but he wasn’t. He reaches out with his only hand to set on her shoulder. When it makes contact, he manages to smile and frown at the same time. 

He wants to scream. She had ran away when they needed each other and then never looked back. Never even got in contact to let him know that she was okay. He had lost two sisters in the span of two months. But...she’s home now. He should be happy. He got to see it this time. 

“I missed you too. I thought you were dead.”

[calisotamuses]

prompted

@tunnagan said: "Oh hey, wait a sec, I know you-" Darcie squints at the mouse for a moment before laughing. "You're Donnie's old friend! Oh wow, I know we probably haven't met?" She couldn't remember. Probably not great. "I'm Darcie. He may have mentioned me. May not have. Never know with Donald. I'm his sister. The not-Della one."

It took Mickey a solid minute or so to recognize he knew the face of the duck talking to him. Not well, he noted to himself- he was fairly certain they had been introduced briefly once when they were all much younger, well before the loss of his own parents. Beyond that, however, the young woman was all but a stranger.

How odd it felt to have someone appear that clearly was related to his dear friend, and yet he could hardly recall a single thing about her. He would need to ask Donald later.

He had spent a few years out of his friend's company after his parents died, after all.

But at the end of the day, Mickey was the same mouse he always was: cordial, friendly, and always willing to extend that friendly nature he'd become so famous for while running his father's huge business.

"I do think we met once, back when I first made friends with Donald... but I reckon we were all pretty different then!" Which was putting it mildly, but he wouldn't dwell on that. "So regardless, it's nice to meet you again for the first time, Darcie!"

[livesforgttna]

“Don? Are you gonna say something, or…” Darcie wasn’t sure what to do, playing with the threads on her overalls. “Don’t just leave me hanging here…” / @tunnagan​ 

            Donald remained silent as  he  stared  at  Darcie  --  at  his  sister  &&  contemplated  his  options.  On  one  hand,  he  hadn’t  seen  her  in  years.  On  the  other  hand,  she’d  left  when  he  probably  needed  her  the  most.  There  were  a  lot  of  conflicting  emotions  about  this.  His  arms  crossed,  Donald  finally  opened  his  mouth  to  speak  to  his  sister.  

                                  ❛  How long are you planning on staying?  ❜