happilyeverbeginning | reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

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reign over everything / take over everything (magica x scrooge x poe)

Magica was genuinely happy - not the malicious smirk of making her enemies suffer, nor the lustful glee of a good night in Scrooge's arms - no, what was on Magica's face this evening was of pure happiness. And why shouldn't she be? The one person nearest and dearest to her heart was finally coming home. The moment she'd gotten the notice - via a letter tied around a raven's leg - she ordered the most lavish celebration the coven could create for his arrival. All the best wines were to be brought up, the fattest pigs slaughtered...

The entire castle was gathered in the throne room - slaves, witches, warlocks, relatives and minions, all were to be there for the return of the second head of the coven. The moment the doors opened, the music played, and everyone else fell to their knees in worship.

Funny enough, the man in question didn't appear to give a damn about what was going on.

Sure, he was smiling, but he wasn't acknowledging anyone he walked by, no matter how loudly they called his name and praised his safe return. As far as Lord Poe De Spell was concerned, there was only one other person in the room - his dear sister.

Once Poe arrived at the base of the thrones, he put an arm to his stomach and bowed graciously. Magica in turn placed a hand on her dress for a simple, quick curtsy. "It is good to see you home safe and sound, Poe."

"It's good to be home, Magica." He raised his head. "The conquest of the southern territories was a complete success. They shan't be giving us anymore trouble."

With the formalities over with, Magica suddenly ran into Poe's arms, and he held her as tightly possible.

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"Yes, Mistress. Should I tell the kitchen to prepare lunch for both of you in your workroom?"

"A grand idea." Which was rewarded with a little scritch under his beak. "We do have a lot to catch up on."

"Of course, Mistress. I will return shortly."

With that, Scrooge turned and walked somewhat stiffly out of her bedroom door. Once he was outside, he glanced up and down the hallway before allowing himself to wince and softly groan. It had felt good once Poe had stopped pounding him, but now he was paying for it.

Despite Poe's return, the castle seemed as normal as ever. Oher slaves and witches did their best to ignore Scrooge's presence - mostly out of fear from Magica.

Magica used magic to quickly clean herself up and dress, still going over the events of last night in her head. Perhaps she had been acting a tad differently since Poe left... but. Well. Scrooge was special. And didn't Magica deserve all the special things in life? Surely Poe would come to realize Scrooge's uniqueness in time, and treat him as he deserved.

Scrooge went about his regular duties before looking for Poe. After all, Magica expected him in her workroom for lunch. It wouldn't do for Poe not to know.

Honestly, Poe made him a bit uneasy. Something about the way the man had stared at him. No, not at him. Into him. Though what he'd been looking for, he didn't know. Scrooge was of the McDuck bloodline, a bloodline born of cowards. What could Poe possibly be searching for?

Poe was in the library - what was really considered his library. At first, he thought he'd gone into the wrong room, as during his absence, it had been completely reorganized. Of course, any mortal who had so much as touched a tome here would have been burnt to ashes, normally.

But. Hmmm.

Poe ran his fingers along the spines of the books. This was more than alphabetical order... like was with like, and without a spec of dust.

Scrooge entered the library just to check and see if that was where Poe had gone, partially to stoke the coals of the fireplace. The library wasn't anywhere near as drafty as the slave quarters, but it could get a bit chilly when the weather started to turn.

He was somewhat surprised to see Poe there, but he bowed. "Master, Mistress is expecting you for lunch in her workroom."

Speak of the devil. Poe pushed the book he'd been inspecting aside to some other inspecting, crossing his arms.

"You cleaned this place." A statement, not a question.

"Yes, Master. Per Mistress's instructions." He looked around. "Have I done something wrong?"

"The opposite, really. It hasn't looked this decent in decades."

He walked up to Scrooge. "You did this all by yourself." Now it was a question, sort of.

"Yes, Master," Scrooge said, nodding his head.

He didn't move, wondering what Poe was planning. Part of him wondered if Poe would strike him. Likely not kill him. Magica wouldn't be happy if Poe did that.

Poe stopped in front of Scrooge, giving him one of his deep looks again.

"Who taught you how to read, and write, and use numbers?" Brave, this one, to meet Poe's eyes. No trembling or signs of fear, even after what Poe had done to him that night.

"I did," Scrooge said. "My first owner had a son he was giving lessons to. I often-times had to do chores in the same room as those lessons. So I listened and learned. Then I started practicing."

He was starting to get seriously worried. He had to be saying something Poe didn't like judging from the other's scowl.

Self-taught, from hearing alone? It sounded so ridiculous that it had to be true. Any other slave would have kept their head down and ignored it. After all, what use would a slave have with those skills they were never meant to know? Which meant Scrooge learned out of curiosity, and not only that, had a good brain for it.

Poe lightly tapped his arm as he listened and thought. In the end, why not be blunt? He doubted Scrooge would be tattling on him to Magica.

"I'll be blunt," he finally said. "I don't trust you. Seeing my dear sister attached to a slave... is unnerving. I don't know what you did to charm her, and if I asked, you'd say you didn't know either. You're too smart for a slave, a live one, and you bear the scar of McDuck." To Poe, it was one coincidence too many.

"Oh, I won't harm you, and I won't kill you... you mean too much to Magica for that."

Scrooge waited, wondering where this was going. Favorites came and went with the magics. Eventually Magica would tire of him, likely when he grew too old to be of use to her. So why was Poe acting like this?

However, he didn't dare speak his questions aloud. Instead, he said, "Thank you for your mercy, Master."

... He was being thanked. Instead of begging and pleading, he was being thanked.

Maybe Scrooge wasn't a spy, and just insane.

"It's my sister who deserves your thanks. You live by her will alone." A derisive snort. "I doubt she'll even let me be alone with you for too long, since I was so 'rude' to you last night." With that, he began to walk past Scrooge.

Scrooge's gaze followed Poe. This was...very peculiar.

Still, he had a job to do. Lunch needed to be served along with checking to see if there was anything else the twins wanted him to do before he resumed maintaining the library.

Hours passed as Poe and Magica caught up with one another, both in personal details and official clan business. Once that was over, it was up to Magica to share the information she saw as valuable with the rest of the coven, while Poe went back to the library.

His questions around the castle about Scrooge proved fruitless. No one had anything to say about him - or were too afraid too. Useless lot, all of them.

Honestly, it was a miracle Poe hadn't sensed the distelfink Magica had placed on Scrooge to protect him. It was the most likely reason no one wanted to discuss Scrooge for fear of the backlash.

Poe would find Scrooge sweeping up the last bits of ash from around the fireplace, preparing to go retrieve more firewood. He paused as he saw Poe enter, bowing respectfully but saying nothing. It was likely Poe wanted quiet, after all.

He was still there? Dedicated little annoyance.

Poe walked by him without acknowledging his presence... at first. he frowned as he picked at a few books, lost in thought. After choosing a fifth book, he snapped his fingers. "Come here."

Scrooge set aside his broom and walked over. He waited, wondering just what Poe was up to. Did he need him to clean those books?

Poe dropped the books into Scrooge's hands. "Follow me." He began to walk, intending to go into his room - which, to no great shock, was right next to Magica's. The interior was even the same color, and could have been easily mistaken for Magica, if not for a few subtle differences here and there.

Scrooge followed obediently, looking around Poe's room with open curiosity. It was a perfect mirror to Magica's room.

No, not quite perfect. The differences were subtle but still there.

"Set the books on the counter next to the bed." Poe snapped his finger, willing candles to light themselves. He sat down on the bed, leaning on the headboard.

Scrooge did as ordered, waiting patiently for the next orders. It wasn't likely this was all Poe wanted from him.

Would the other man threaten him again? Or maybe go for dominating him to teach him his place? Not that Scrooge needed reminders...

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