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

[blackmagicduck]

 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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[richestduck]

"Bah, it wouldn't be the first time I worked through the night," Scrooge said, waving a hand to shoo her off towards her bedroom. "I can work for several days at a time."

Of course, the crash was always spectacular when that happened, but she didn't need to know that.

"Get some sleep, Magica."

[blackmagicduck]

Magica stretched, nodding in agreement before heading to her bedroom. But as she stood in the doorway, hand on the knob, she glanced back at him.

The flicker she had when she "met" him was still there, but stronger. There was no denying she knew him "before", and she had felt strong emotions toward him. It was possible all those emotions were hate.

It was possible they were other things too.

"Scrooge?"

[richestduck]

"Hmm?" He looked up at her from where he was trying to put all their notes into some semblance of order.

His own thoughts were a bit of a jumble at the moment, still somewhat reeling from the fact that he and Magica had spent literally an entire day together without her trying to murder him...and that he'd actually enjoyed himself.

The sad part was that...well...other than Goldie, Magica was the only person who stayed for longer than a few scant decades. It really was a shame that they weren't friends on a regular basis. It'd be nice to have another friend he wouldn't have to bury long before he passed on.

[blackmagicduck]

Magica met his eyes, there was no coy look of teasing, no seductive winking, just gratitude and warmth. It almost made her look like someone else entirely. Perhaps without her need for revenge and power, she was a different person.

"... Thank you." For taking care of her? For giving her a chance? For talking to her? It could have been anything and everything. She smiled a real smile, before closing the door behind her.

[richestduck]

Scrooge gave a soft smile in return. "You're welcome, lass. See you in the morning."