happilyeverbeginning | And please say to me / You'll let me hold your hand (magica x donald)

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And please say to me / You'll let me hold your hand (magica x donald)

Well. This was going to be awkward.

Magica had once more thrown herself into her magical studies in order to get revenge on Scrooge McDuck and his family - so she told herself, when the real answer was to make a desperate attempt to get over her break-up. It was impossible to really admit it, as it was essentially saying she gave up vengeance for love, and honestly, what kind of sorceress would do such a thing?! With that, she bottled up her heart, and began to explore the wide open world to find more power. There had to be some sort of spell, curse, hex, potion, what have you, to destroy what Donald had done to her and then she'd be pure Magica again, all darkness. She'd gone halfway across the world in her quest, and instead of finding a cure...

... She found the disease. She found Donald - and then wondered what she had done to make the gods so pissed off at her. (Aside from the usual stuff.) Not only that, he was alone, injured, and without some help, he was a dead man. To be fair, the worst part of her reasoned, if you did leave him like that, he'd die and then you'd be free of him. There was no logical reason to do anything about it.

There was also no logical reason to pick him up and take her to her temporary place of residence - and yet she found herself carrying him away and mentally swearing at herself with every step. For all her magical prowess, she really knew nothing about healing magic. After all, she was an evil sorceress, why would she have wasted time learning how to heal people? So she had to do it the old fashioned way, with gauze and bedrest, while flipping through ancient texts to find anything of use.

Still, she knew she had to brace herself for when he woke up. No doubt he'd accuse her of kidnapping, hostage-taking, or any number of things. (Which you could do, the worst part of her tried to reason again, use this to your advantage! but she knew she wouldn't.)

This was going to be a long, long day.

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...Everything hurt.

That was the first thing Donald realized as the pain cut through the darkness and unconsciousness. Everything hurt, and he was too tired to move, and he didn't want to get up.

And even as his mind roused a bit more, it was still a bit muddled and slow. It was only made worse as he opened his eyes, which took a moment to even focus, and he realized that his surroundings were unfamiliar. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out where he was or how he got there.

"...B-Boys...?" he tried to call out, but his voice was raspy and soft, and even saying that much still hurt.

Magica was just outside the room, having been about to enter and sit down to do more reading. She hesitated - but there was no delaying the inevitable. With an aggravated sigh, she entered his field of vision.

"It's just you and me here." She said quickly, and then braced herself.

The familiar voice cut through the haze around his mind, and as his eyes focused on her he felt his heart stop as he stared at her.

Then his expression shifted, his eyes narrowing to a glare.

"Wh-What're you - ?" he began, though his words were cut off as he attempted to sit up, only for pain to flare through his body and force him to lie back with a hiss.

"Okay, first? Stop." Magica walked up to him, poking him once in the forehead to make him stay down. "It's a miracle you're alive at all, and I don't know how to heal... fragile mortal bodies, so be a good boy and stop moving."

With that, she pulled her hand back. "If I wanted you dead, we both know you'd be dead already."

He winced as she pushed him back down, though another flash of pain made him realize just how helpless he actually was in this situation.

And yet, as Magica said, she hadn't killed him.

That only made him all the more suspicious, though, as he continued glaring up at her.

"Th-Then...what am I doing here?"

It was a fair question, and she hesitated.

Then she decided to mess with him.

"I decided to kidnap you and keep you as my love slave."

She let that hang for five seconds before waving her hand. "Just kidding. Look, you're alive, you'll stay alive, and once you're past the pain, you can go. But until then, you're not fit even fit to walk, so don't complain. I can always toss you back out and let you fend for yourself, if you prefer."

It took a moment for his heart to restart at her attempt at a "joke" (honestly, he wouldn't have put it past her, really). But the more she explains, the more confusing it was.

"Are...Are you helping me?"

Even as the words left his beak, it sounded strange. Magica DeSpell...helping someone?

"Must you put it like that?" Magica growled, wildly uncomfortable with the obvious out in the open. It also helped her deflect and not answer out right - even though he was clearly correct.

"Once you're on your feet, I'm kicking you out." There, that would establish who she was. "So I don't want to hear a single word out of you."

Unfortunately, Donald didn't always know when to keep his beak shut...a fact that she should be very familiar with.

"S-So why are you helping me in the first place?"

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY?" Gods, she could kill him! She should do herself a favor and throw him out the nearest window!

"I don't have to give you any reason why I do anything! If I want you alive, I'll keep you alive, and if I want you dead, I'll keep you dead!"

He was silent for a moment as she pointed out, yet again, how he indeed wasn't dead yet. Which, once again, had him wondering.

And, being the kind of person who always pushed his luck, he kept going.

"So...you want me alive, huh?"

It helped that his voice was getting stronger the longer he was awake, so that she'd be able to catch the tone in it.

Oooh, he was really pissing her off now. With a deadly growl in her throat, her hand suddenly slammed down on the bed and she was inches from his face, eyes hot and glaring.

"Do you want to test me, Duck? I don't know healing magic, but I know how to turn you inside-out seventeen different ways, and each one is more painful than the last. Shut. Your. Mouth."

"... Or I'll shut it for you."

Donald, however, was unperturbed. Maybe his recent brush with death had him feeling a bit bolder. Or maybe he was just always pushing his luck.

...Or maybe he was still bitter about the last time he saw her.

Either way, he only seemed to smirk, despite still being in pain, as he replied, "I'm just saying. If you'd wanted to, you would've done so by now."

Every time he said it, it only made her angrier, because ultimately she couldn't prove him wrong. She HATED being wrong, she HATED being defeated, and right now, she HATED him.

"Don't say I didn't warn you..."

There were more ways to skin a cat - or shut a mouth. She grabbed him by the shoulders, pinning him down on the bed, snarling...

... And then pressed her lips to his. There, maybe the shock, at least, would keep him quiet for a minute or two.

That certainly did the trick, as it was the last thing he'd been expecting. His eyes wide, he could only stare as she kissed him.

...And maybe it was a good thing he was injured, because he wasn't if he would have shoved her off or just...not.

The ides was for a quick kiss, just enough to silence him. Except... damn. There was a reason the ruse lasted as long as it did when she was Abby, and his taste was one of those very good reasons. As a result, Magica held on for much longer than necessary, before common sense kicked her back into reality.

She slowly pulled back, licking her lips. "Now. Are you going to be quiet?"

He was definitely quiet as he stared up at her, eyes still wide. And part of him thought to be angry, but...he was more confused than anything.

Because why did that still feel...nice?

Satisfied for now, she stood up to her full height, fluffing her hair a bit. "Good boy. I don't know how long it takes a normal body to heal, but I've bought every single magical tome in local area, so eventually I'm bound to find something."

A snap of her fingers - and books rained from the ceiling, though not on top of Donald, thankfully. They settled comfortably in a corner of the room, right next to her chair. "You on;y speak when you need something. Like food or... that other thing, what's it called... water."

He still watched her, feeling very confused about this turn of events. Why was she helping him anyway?

As much as he wanted to ask, though, he didn't want to risk another...that.

Instead, as his mind slowly cleared, he realized with a start that he hadn't been alone before.

"Wh...Wh-Where are the boys? And Uncle Scrooge?"

Tempting as it was to "shut him up" again, this was a fair question. She sat down in her chair, picking one of the thickest tomes from the top of the book pile.

"Searching for you, I imagine. But we both know if I went to them and said I was taking care of you, they'd never believe me. And I can't move you to them - even with my magic, it's too risky and your bigger wounds could reopen."

He digested that for a moment, though it was hard to think with how much his head was hurting. But if they were searching for him, that meant they had been separated somehow. Were the boys still with Scrooge? Were any of them injured too?

"...How long have I been out?"

"I'm not entirely sure," she admitted, flipping through pages. "But when I found you, you were out cold, and you've been here for little over a day."

Hopefully that didn't mean anything permanent had happened.

"A day...?"

That meant he had been separated from Scrooge and the boys for over a day. That meant that they could also be hurt or in trouble for over a day, and he wouldn't even know about it.

"Is...Is there any way you could find them?"

Magica rolled her eyes. Here he was, at death's door, at the behest of his enemy, and still making demands. Still thinking of others.

"Fine, but that's the only request you get today." So he better shut his trap about wanting anything else. With a bored wave of her hand, a cloud of black smoke suddenly swam from her fingers, swirling around until it formed a black hole - and showed a vision inside.

It showed a campsite, built by Scrooge and the boys. They were worried, but trying to pretend everything was okay. Donald was smart and brave and strong, surely he was fine, wherever he was... they'd just like to know where "wherever" was.

He sat up a bit when they came into view, though he winced as it sent another wave of pain through his body. He studied the image, taking in everything he could. They looked all right, at least, tired and worried but none too worse for wear.

Breathing a soft sigh, he lay back, finally able to relax a bit more. "Thanks," he murmured.

He wished he could get a message out to them right now, but he would have to settle for this until he was better. As much as he hated to agree with Magica, he knew she was right about not being able to move him with his injuries. And even if he thought Magica would reach out to them, that would probably raise even more concerns.

For now, he would just have to wait until he was better before getting back to them.

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