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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[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."