@ssmsdaisy continued from here

“I’ve been in far worse situations and ye know tha’...” He told her with a shake of his head before continuing once again, picking up the speech that he always had when people told him he was too old or too reckless. “I made my money on the seas, and in the mines, and in the cattle wars of the old frontier. I made it by being tougher than the toughies, and smarter than the smarties. And I made it by takin’ risks. I’m sure tha’ whatever risk I take nowadays holds not even a pebble to th’ risks I’ve taken in the past.” Memories of the Klondike flashed before his mind’s eye, but he brushed that all away.

Glomgold glanced at the clock. At least the reporter was punctual. He watched her step into his office.

“Good afternoon. Like I told your editor, I have quite a story for you.”

protector / protectee starters

Scrooge looked to her before the shock fell on his face. “I’m fine lassie, there isn’t a thing t’ worry ‘bout! After all I’m Scrooge McDuck!” He was speaking this as he was walking and just as he finished he felt a sharp pain in his foot as he stubbed his toe on a wall. “Ow! Curse me on me fortune!” He instinctively grabbed his foot with his hand, leaning against the wall and his cane as he nursed the pain. “Jus’ a little bit of bad luck is all... There is nae any reason t’ believe I be in any trouble...” Ever since yesterday, when he almost had quite the accident, it seemed everyone was being over protective of the old man. He couldn’t quite understand why... It’s not like he hasn’t faced death before, and it’s not like it hasn’t been following him for a long time-- he is 150 years old after all.

@ssmsdaisy

Gentle tapping rainwater, Selene watching from her position in the sky-- serenity of the moon’s watching eye. Sweet and kind she scouted the world with her moon beams searching for Endymion. The storm, however, blocked away her abilities only enraging the sky further. The thunder argued with the lightning and the shadows slipped about the mansion with a practiced ease. They seemed harmless for the most part, but to Scrooge McDuck they were all too dangerous. They clawed at him with memories, biting like the hounds of hell. He ignored it however, the night was far too pleasant and peaceful with it’s gentle rain song. Mostly everyone was asleep it seemed except himself.

He wandered aimlessly about the manor with his cane in one hand, a glass of whiskey in another, mind traveling onward with it’s train of thought, never pausing to stop and think further on one topic. Ugly thoughts, but as the train left one station of despair and distaste it moved to another, his mind continued like this for a while. The heavy images of Scotland, of that woman in the Klondike, of what happened to the family that made him practically disappear for ten years... All of it were things that bothered his mind, agitated him, caused the elder duck to be as bitter and cynical as he was. And yet, it was also what made him so kind when he found himself in those favorable moods.

He had invited them all over for dinner, it was one of those rare times where he felt he was inclined to, Donald was already staying with him anyways so might as well invite a few more right? Everyone but Daisy had left before the storm hit, and when it did hit it was a doosey. Storm warning, every device had said, every phone and every television. Feeling particularly empathetic, for once, Scrooge had told her he had many spare bedrooms that she could stay in. He was quite fond of her and openly encouraged her relationship with his nephew, so the old duck didn’t seem to mind.

What he was surprised about was seeing the woman walking about the manor at such a late time. Her footsteps alarmed him and he nearly snapped on her, but held himself to reason and logic. She was unawares to him at the moment he saw her and so he watched her for a moment. He didn’t know if she was a sleepwalker or not, he wanted to be sure. Once he was positive she was awake, not just some wandering body, he called out to her.

“Daisy? Are ye alright? It is rather late, shouldn’t ye be asleep? Is somethin’ the matter?”