happilyeverbeginning | So are we still trying? / Or simply surviving? (magica x scrooge x poe)

Their clothes still smelled like ash. Both children had wanted to bathe - if they understood what irony was, they would have noted on how they used to hate taking them before - to great rid of it, but Poe insisted they had to keep moving. Even though their feet ached and their stomachs growled and they were cold, they had to keep moving. Who knew when the Bad People would catch up to them? It had been days (they assumed) but they couldn't be sure.

But when Magica whined she really needed to stop, Poe finally relented. But only for a little while.

Magica sat under a tree, hugging her knees, while Poe kept watch. He was convinced, any second now, some hideous thing would pop out and try to eat them whole. Well, let them try. He'd protect his sister. His magic wasn't strong, but it was something. He'd die before he let his last living family come to harm.

Magica rubbed her eyes. When was the last time she slept? She couldn't be sure. And she was so hungry. How long would they have to live like this?

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The man caught the bullet in his hand, crushing it easily. "I don't enjoy hurting men like myself! I convinced the entire village to finally stand up for itself to get rid of the Spell lineage! It's not too late for you either! But if you continue to align yourself with these demons, I will gladly-"

His sentence was interrupted by a flying bookcase.

There stood the twins, hand-in-hand, holding their amulets, their entire bodies aglow with magic. They'd been crying, yes, but now they were angry.

This woman had shown them love, kindness, and charity, wanting nothing in return. She'd risked her life for a handful of strangers. And now she was hurt.

"GO."
"AWAY."

With their combined power, they lifted the injured and furious attacker up into the air, and then slammed him hard into the main entrance of the castle.

Fergus was momentarily startled. Then he positioned himself between the children and his recovering wife. He turned his head to one side where Scrooge was dragging a sword along, clearly intending to help. "Scrooge, go guard Matilda and Hortense! I've got these three!"

Scrooge looked towards his injured mother before screwing up his face with determination, nodding.

Fergus raised the weapon again, aimed, and fired.

The man had just barely gotten to his feet when the shot connected, destroying the gem in the middle. "No!" Flickers of green electricity swept across the gauntlet, and he clutched his arm in pain. Without the artifact, the man was unarmed.

He staggered to the entrance, snarling. "You'll regret this! Those children will be your end! The Phantom Blot WILL return!" he then shoved the door open, and scrambled out.

He was chased by another blast from the shotgun, the pellets pockmarking the door and frame surrounding it.

Downy rubbed gingerly at where she'd been struck, sitting up. She looked around frantically. "The children! Are they all right?!"

The twins stopped glowing, taking deep breaths, as using that much magic had worn them out.

Then they began crying again. This nice lady had gotten hurt because they were there. It was all their fault. Now the family would hate them, because they had magic.

"Shh shh shh shh! It's all right, my bairns. It's all right," Downy soothed, going over to hug them.

Hortense started wailing as did Matilda. Scrooge was sniffling as well, trying to be strong for all of his siblings.

Downy waved her first three children over to her and they hurried over to join the cuddle while Fergus chased after the intruder to make sure he was gone. "None of you were hurt, were you? Oh, my poor bairns!"

The twins, for the moment, were inconsolable.

"He followed us here!"
"This is our fault!"
"We shouldn't have stayed here!"
"You got hurt because of us!"
"We're so sorry!"

The more love and affection they were given, the more they felt they didn't deserve it.

"Oh, little ones. It wasn't your fault." She kissed all five of her children on their heads.

Scrooge finally allowed himself to start crying, burying his head in his mother's shoulder.

"I'm all right. I'm made of sturdier stuff than that tall stack of pillows." She smirked. "Couldn't even take a dainty housewife's wee punch!"

Only then did they allow themselves to cling onto Downy, sniffling and hiccupping into her clothes. They had no idea what they'd done to deserve this generosity, but now they were afraid of ever losing it.

"There there...shhh...it's all right," she cooed.

Fergus returned, a sour look on his face. "He managed tae get away."

"Then how about we all sleep together in the living room, hmm?" Downy suggested. "We'll make a big nest for ourselves with all the blankets and pillows!"

The twins looked up as Fergus entered the scene. They looked at each other, then nodded, knowing what each other thought. Loosely, perhaps unwillingly, they let go of Downy.

Holding hands, they approached Fergus. After all, he'd saved them too.

"... Thank you." They both said together.

So are we still trying? / Or simply surviving? (magica x scrooge x poe)

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