happilyeverbeginning | And I’ll face all the evils that our love will surely bring [scrooge x magica]

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And I’ll face all the evils that our love will surely bring [scrooge x magica]

Experimental spells were called that for good reason - they weren't things one did without fully knowing and understand its powers. But Magica was many things when she had screamed that incantation - narcissistic and desperate, to start with. It turned out being all-powerful meant nothing when you weren't all-knowing, and the spell had backfired spectacularly. It was a sheer miracle she'd come out of unharmed... for the most part.

The injuries to her body looked worse than they really were, and given her magic, they'd heal quickly. The real issue was her head, as she hadn't woken up in days. Finally, mercifully, she began to wake up, though that in of itself felt like a long, painful process. It hurt just to open her eyes, and thus took her several attempts, the light in the room giving her a headache. She struggled, keeping at it, moaning quietly, her vision initially blurry.

When she could finally make her surroundings - or at least the ceiling, as she still didn't have the strength to move her head just yet - she didn't recognize it. This wasn't where she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be...

... Ah. Hm. Uh.

"Where... am I?"

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He fidgeted uncomfortably and blushed despite his scowl.

"If you want to go flitting about in something like that, that's your business, but you're going to catch cold."

Though, honestly, it was his Victorian sensibilities having fits more than anything. He might have changed with the times, but some things would always stick with him though nowadays it was less about modesty and more about the fact that wearing next-to-nothing offered no protection from the cold and rain.

"Oh, you're no fun." Annoyingly enough, he had a point. As much as she'd love to strut her stuff, they were in a cold place that was only going to get colder. "I'll get the boring, sensible stuff..." She turned away, ready to change back and gather the warm coats and robes - but only after sticking another fun needle in.

"But I'll keep this. Might as well get something we can both enjoy, since it's your money." She glanced back, grinning at the red in his cheeks.

Maybe the thing he wanted to tell her was...? Hm. Hmmm. She wouldn't exactly object, if it was the case, but there was plenty of evidence to say they were just friends.

"GLXBT!"

Well, he was certainly red now. He groaned as he slumped down in his seat a little.

Maybe Magica really was faking everything and just doing this to torture him.

The shopkeeper would be taking care of adjustments, hemming and making sure everything fit properly. That would mean Magica would have to stand still as everything was pinned up to be properly sewn after she'd left. Scrooge trusted this place to have a runner to bring the packages to the hotel at no extra charge.

Magica waited patiently as she was pinned and prodded, picking all the clothes necessary for comfortable survival - but she would keep her word, she was going to keep the "extra" dress. She had plenty to think about as she handed everything over to be delivered - what did Scrooge want to tell her? What were they? Whatever it was, could it change? Did he want it to change?

With the last thing exchanged and paid for, Magica was at his side again, eyeing him, the sultry act on pause. "... Shall we go back to the room?" Is it time to say everything?

"Aye," Scrooge said with a nod, still a bit embarrassed by that last purchase, but he hadn't said anything about it.

With that, he led the way back to the hotel.

They walked side by side, silently. The air felt ominous - like something was weighing on his shoulders. He didn't have to do this, as far as she knew, but he felt he had to. He really was too good to be true. She really lucked out, one way or another.

Were they this deep into each other's lives, that her knowing the truth affected him so deeply? A part of her said yes - even though she had nothing to base it on. As they came closer to the villa, her hand found his, mostly as a test to see what he'd do. He handled the arm hugging with little complaint before, but...?

Her grabbing his hand prompted him to turn his head to look at her. However, she didn't seem concerned about anything, and she wasn't hanging off of him like before.

What was on her mind? Likely what he was going to tell her.

He led the way to the private elevator, taking them up to the suite. He then sat her down in the living room in one of the plush chairs, turning another one to face her before sitting down.

"What I'm about to tell you isn't going to be easy to hear," he admitted. "I probably should've told you right away, but I couldn't bring myself to."

He took a deep breath and braced himself.

"I didn't lie when I said I didn't know much about your personal life, but I didn't tell you the whole truth: Before you lost your memory, you and I were enemies."

Which would explain why he'd been so grouchy upon her first waking: He'd been expecting a fight.

The silence was a little eerie, compared to all the bickering and friendly banter earlier. She rather missed it. But this was important, and she had to focus, so when she sat, her back was straight, hands folded in her lap.

Enemies.

She blinked.

Blinked twice.

A rush of conclusions slammed into her head. The spell she was using, by this logic, was definitely against him, and intended to harm him, since it had harmed her by accident. If it succeeded, would he be the one without memories, or would he be hurt? Or worse? Either way, he wasn't surprised that she was trying to hurt him, and...

"... I tried to attack you, and you just bought me dinner and a whole wardrobe."

Either "enemies" was a fairly light term for what they were, or...

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"

...Admittedly not the reaction he'd been expecting.

He blinked owlishly at her as he leaned back at the force of her yell.

"There was a method in my madness," he said, trying to recover the situation. "When I realized you weren't faking your amnesia, I also realized that the Magica I was watching over wasn't the one who attacked me. After all, you didn't have your old memories. It didn't feel right to just throw you to the wolves."

"You had no way of knowing I'd wake up with amnesia!" She snapped, more angry at that than... well, to be honest, she couldn't remember hating him or why they were enemies. So she had to work with what she had. "For all you knew I was going to pick up where I left off and actually kill you! Are you nuts?!"

She was so upset she was on her feet, still yelling at him. "That spell nearly ended me, and here you are, strutting about town with your attacker on your shoulder - I FLIRTED WITH YOU LESS THAN AN HOUR AGO AND YESTERDAY I WAS TRYING TO HURT YOU!" Sweet merciful hexes, what was wrong with this man?! How did he become so rich by being this dumb?! How was he even alive NOW?

"True. The smart thing to do would be to leave you where you'd fallen," Scrooge said flatly. "But like I told you before, my conscience wouldn't allow it if you ended up killed or worse. I've got plenty of enemies who would've done that to me without hesitation." The Magica he knew not being one of them; she would've preferred to have finished the job herself. "But I'm not that sort of person. I know one day I'm going to pay for it, but until then I refuse to abandon my principles."

Conscience? Principles?! "You... you just..."

Now she was so angry she couldn't form a coherent sentence. She made several attempts, along with a lot of hand-gestures and stomping, but every time she tried to say something, she gave up before trying again. This happened several times, and if anyone had been looking in on this nonsense, they might've have assumed she lost her mind or had gone mute.

Thankfully that didn't go on forever, and she flopped back into her seat, frustrated beyond measure. "Why are we enemies?" Not a pitiful question made out of heartbreak, but a legitimate iniquiry - they got along for the most part all day, so what could have happened to change that? ... Aside from being a STUPID, STUPID MAN.

She was taking this surprisingly well.

"You've had a blood feud with my clan for centuries. I basically inherited you as an enemy by virtue of me being the last of my clan."

It's not like there was much else she could do. Without her magic, money, and memories, she still had to depend on him. A headache was starting to build up, however - those weird flickers that told her that he was speaking the truth, odd as it was.

"By the gods." She muttered, rubbing her temple. "So not only did you save your enemy, you saved your blood-sworn enemy and betrayed your family." This stupid, stupid man. Were they supposed to buy his whole "principles" act too?

"I didn't betray my family," Scrooge snapped, the feathers on the back of his neck rising in agitation. "Those same principles keep me from crossing lines I either crossed once and never want to cross again or that I've seen others cross and know I don't want to follow those same paths. Fighting you and potentially killing you or being killed is one thing. I can't stomach deliberately leaving someone helpless to die when other options are available, not even if those people are my enemies."

Magica scoffed, still aghast at his insistence. "You think they'll see it the same way? You lucked out with me. Going soft on your enemies could mean trouble for them... principles may be fine and dandy for you, but what about the people you surround yourself with? Is their safety worth less than your guilt?"

A wave of her hand, "And what if you did get hurt because of this? How is your family supposed to react? I don't know you, Scrooge McDuck, but if you really care about your family all that much, then they must care about you too! It's a two-way street - they wouldn't want you in danger. You may have arrived here by yourself, but you're never alone."

Twenty-four hours earlier, Magica De Spell would have rolled her eyes about the idea of family loving each other.

The feathers laid flat as suddenly Scrooge couldn't meet Magica's eye.

"They'd manage just fine without me," he told her honestly. "It wouldn't be the first time they lived without me."

"You can live without someone and still be miserable." Supposedly. What did she know?

Magica snorted, leaning into her seat. "I can't remember hating you or your family, or anything close to it. What am I supposed to do with that? I can't hate you just because you tell me I'm supposed to." She hated him for other reasons. "What about you? Don't you hate me at all?"

"I'm not telling you that you have to hate me," Scrooge said, side-stepping what she'd said on the family. "I told you the truth because I wanted you to hear what I know about your past from me rather than hearing it second- or third-hand from some nosy Nellie on the street.

"I hate the Magica De Spell who threatened my family time and again, who did all manner of terrible things. I can't bring myself to hate you because you're so different from her. There's some overlap in your looks and quirks in your personality, but you're not the same Magica."

Was he planning on telling her what those terrible things were? ... Did she want to know?

Ah.

There came the conundrum. Did she want her memories back? When she first woke up, she needed to know everything, and was afraid of what lay in store for her without her past. But now her past sounded... very unpleasant. Magica looked unusually defeated, staring down at her empty palms. If she dared to try and find magic again, what if doing so accidentally restored her memories? Or what if she had no choice at all and they came back someday anyway? Were they really two separate people - Magica of then and Magica of now?

"Then... who am I?" She asked softly, perhaps the gentlest voice she'd ever used in her life.

"Well, other than being a witch--I doubt your powers haven't carried over--that's up to you. You'll likely run into people you've crossed in the past who likely won't see things the way I do and still blame you for what you've done to them, but you get to decide how you move forward from here."

Forward? She wasn't even sure which direction that meant.

"How do I know I won't fall back on my old ways?" Gods, there he went with his faith again, trying to do the best and believe in the best despite common sense. "Especially since I can't even remember my old ways... I could wind up making the same mistakes, and hurting the same people."

Loathe as she was to admit it... she was scared.

"I'm willing to help you on that part. I can't say my suggestions won't lead to new mistakes, but at least I can help you avoid repeating the old ones," Scrooge said.

Magica paused, and then flicked a finger at him. "A-ha. I knew you couldn't be that stupid! That's why you're helping me out, so you can 'get rid' of your enemy!"

Oh thank goodness, he wasn't entirely hopeless. This was being practical!

"Well, I will admit that that'd be a handy side effect," Scrooge said unrepentantly. "Helping you definitely solves two problems at the same time."

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