Magica de Spell (
blackmagicduck) wrote in
happilyeverbeginning2018-09-09 07:42 pm
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i keep on fallin' [scrooge x magica]
If Magica had a heart, it would've been beating rapidly. Though she had longed to be free of her shadowy prison for centuries, a part of her had given up hope long ago. Even now, with the last of the ingredients gathered, that part of her said something wouldn't work. Scrooge's power wouldn't be strong enough, she'd been trapped too long - and then there was the horror of what if it did work? Would she age rapidly into bones or dust? If she lived, would she be able to adjust in this world? Ultimately, she was more afraid this night than she'd ever been her entire long, long life.
That was probably why she was so silent, as the last of the candles were lit. Technically, everything was being set up perfectly. She stayed on the while, quietly observing, staying as still as she could. Surely something would go wrong. Scrooge would change his mind. They'd gotten an ingredient wrong. Something. Anything.
Of course, stubborn as she was, she wasn't going to tell Scrooge how she felt. Let him draw his own conclusions.
"Hmm..."
That was probably why she was so silent, as the last of the candles were lit. Technically, everything was being set up perfectly. She stayed on the while, quietly observing, staying as still as she could. Surely something would go wrong. Scrooge would change his mind. They'd gotten an ingredient wrong. Something. Anything.
Of course, stubborn as she was, she wasn't going to tell Scrooge how she felt. Let him draw his own conclusions.
"Hmm..."

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He got to his feet, wobbling a bit as he gave a toothy grin.
"Well, what say you we get something to eat? I for one could eat a whole steer!"
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And then, a fun wink. "My first time in public... I'll try to be a good girl~"
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He stiffly walked over to grab his cane. While he did have a slight limp from a previous injury, the cane was more of a tool than anything else. Plus everyone saw the cane and thought "dotty old man".
"Ehm, thank you for cleaning me up, too. Or at least, I assume it was you."
Because it would've been embarrassing to walk around with leftovers from last night in his feathers.
He held out his arm to her.
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Truthfully, she was starting to get a little excited. Ground under her feet, air in her lungs, food in her belly - she could finally experience it all again like new.