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happilyeverbeginning2018-09-22 04:43 pm
blackmagicduck) wrote in happilyeverbeginning2018-09-22 04:43 pm
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Say that you want me every day/That you want me every way (scrooge x magica)
It had been one week since the "disloyalists" were punished, and the effects were still being felt. Slave and comrade alike were terrified to be in Magica's presence, lest they say the wrong thing to set her off and receive anything similar to what the husband and wife had gone through. No one was even sure what they had done - there were plenty of rumors, but the only thing anyone was sure that those two somehow proved they didn't belong in the coven.
It was perhaps because of this overwhelming fear that very few took notice that the formally ranked lowest slave, Scrooge McDuck, was being allowed privileges even highly-respected witches had yet to achieve. The castle library was filled to the brim with books, scrolls, parchments, some of it old as time itself. They had languages from around the world, scientific concepts that many couldn't fathom, and untold power lurking in the chapters. In the wrong hands, this room could've been used to destroy all the witches and warlocks in the land.
But it was in Scrooge's hands, so why worry? With her duties done for the day, Magica headed for the library - enjoying the shriek that came out of an older slave that accidentally made eye-contact with her - to see him. Her future husband was set to arrive soon, and as a result she wanted to spend as much time with her real lover as possible - that she'd be admitted, anyway. She also wanted to check up on his progress - surely a brilliant mind like his could improve leaps and bounds with the right setting. (Plus, she was a smidgen jealous that some musty tomes got him more excited than seeing her naked form, dammit all to hell.)
She knocked twice before entering. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."
It was perhaps because of this overwhelming fear that very few took notice that the formally ranked lowest slave, Scrooge McDuck, was being allowed privileges even highly-respected witches had yet to achieve. The castle library was filled to the brim with books, scrolls, parchments, some of it old as time itself. They had languages from around the world, scientific concepts that many couldn't fathom, and untold power lurking in the chapters. In the wrong hands, this room could've been used to destroy all the witches and warlocks in the land.
But it was in Scrooge's hands, so why worry? With her duties done for the day, Magica headed for the library - enjoying the shriek that came out of an older slave that accidentally made eye-contact with her - to see him. Her future husband was set to arrive soon, and as a result she wanted to spend as much time with her real lover as possible - that she'd be admitted, anyway. She also wanted to check up on his progress - surely a brilliant mind like his could improve leaps and bounds with the right setting. (Plus, she was a smidgen jealous that some musty tomes got him more excited than seeing her naked form, dammit all to hell.)
She knocked twice before entering. "I do hope I'm not interrupting anything."
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Magica cupped his cheeks and kissed him, going for nothing more than that, before holding him even tighter to her chest. Hers hers hers, he preferred her, he wanted her, she had him and nothing could change that.
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He kissed her neck but then settled in to just cuddle with her.
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And one day, she'd give it to him. If they could spend countless days like this together, she would kill for it. Let the whole world burn for just one of his sweet kisses, without force or subjugation, but because of his loyalty. Hers hers hers hers hers hers hers...
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