#( tunnagan: darcie. )
“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. ❜
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“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.
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@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."
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“ 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? ”
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"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.”
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@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!"
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“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? ❜
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