Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)

[blackmagicduck]

 One of the disadvantages of immortal youth was that it sometimes limited her options. If she wanted something fresh and young, she needed to be where the fresh and young people where, and gods, their music was awful. What happened to the good old days of violins and organs?

So imagine her surprise as she viewed the buffet to find one snack that looked older than most. She raised an eyebrow - he didn't seem to be in any midlife crisis. The exact opposite, in fact - like if he had any real choice, he wouldn't be here. Well... she could fix that for him.

She licked her lips, and then made her way across the room. A gorgeous beauty like her, it was like parting the ocean waves with a hand. She was by his side within seconds, sizing him up.

Nice, very nice. He even smelled delicious.

"Congratulations, you're the most miserable person here, and I think that includes the janitor."

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[richestduck]

"Modesty goes out the window when one has a few whiskey and Cokes," he said with a chuckle.

How much had he actually drunk that night?

[blackmagicduck]

The sun was setting, and the entire area was becoming dark.

"Can't say I've ever been a big fan of modesty. I prefer reality, in every ugly form."

[richestduck]

Scrooge chuckled. "You prefer the direct approach, not beating around the bush."

[blackmagicduck]

"Exactly. We've only got so much time on this planet, why waste it?"

[richestduck]

"It definitely makes things simpler: No guessing games about what someone actually means versus what they said."

[blackmagicduck]

"And it's easier to trust someone." She glanced over at him.

"I won't butter you up. I won't feed you any lines. I have nothing to gain from you... but you."

[richestduck]

He squeezed her hand without thinking. "Which is incredible. And nice. Very nice." He looked over at her. "And your company is very valuable to me."

[blackmagicduck]

"Then why don't we make this a more... permanent arrangement?" She walked in front of him - they were far from where they started, away from people, deep in the darkness.

"Let me be your escape."
Trust in me.
"I give you my word. I'll always be there for you."
Only me.

[richestduck]

"Permanent?" Scrooge echoed, wanting to believe but not daring to. "How?"

They all leave. They always leave...

[blackmagicduck]

She slid her fingers up his arms.

"We can arrange little... dates, once a week. Perhaps every two weeks, if it fits your schedule better. Where I take you away to our own world."

I will stay. I will always stay. You want me to stay.

[richestduck]

He did want her to stay. Even without the magical hooks she had in him, he wanted someone to lie and tell him that they'd never leave and--more importantly--he wanted to believe that lie.

"Every two weeks might be easier to fit in," Scrooge admitted. "If you're willing...?"

[blackmagicduck]

"I wouldn't offer if I wasn't willing."

She lightly nicked his beak with her own - not a kiss, but gentle affection.

[richestduck]

"...Thank you," he told her softly, with feeling.

If it was a lie, well, he was going to believe it until it was impossible to ignore the truth anymore.

[blackmagicduck]

She lightly touched his beak with a finger, murmuring.

"Do you want me to end the night?" As promised,a kiss would be the end of it. Maybe she wouldn't get another bite in, but there was always next time. When his neck was healed and he was eager to do as she wished.

[richestduck]

"Not yet," he whispered. "Please not just yet."

He needed time to absorb all this, to assure himself that he wasn't dreaming.

[blackmagicduck]

"Then I'm here, as long as you want me." She nestled her head on his shoulder, fighting off the temptation to sink into that delicious neck.

[richestduck]

He placed his own head on hers, closing his eyes to breathe in her scent and memorize it for the long two weeks to come. He wanted to remember all of this when he'd remembered so little of their previous meeting.

[blackmagicduck]

She had to admit, this wasn't too bad. She normally tossed away meals and lovers come the morn and felt no worse for the wear. This was the first time in ages she had to work, and she actually enjoyed it.

She wound up humming again, an old mystic melody.

[richestduck]

The song danced through his brain and would likely still be there after they'd parted. He wasn't upset about that in the least bit. It was some part of her that he'd be able to hold on to.

[blackmagicduck]

She could smell his blood through skin and feathers, teasing her with taste. She sighed, nuzzling her beak there, ever so hungry. She'd have to rip apart some rabbit or pig later as a snack to make up for it.

[richestduck]

He finally pulled away from her as a distant clock sounded somewhere.

"Thank you," he told her, "but I suppose it's time for Cinderella to leave the ball."

It was a weak joke but at least it was something?

[blackmagicduck]

"So that makes me your prince charming, or the fairy godmother?" She mused, holding onto his hands.

[richestduck]

"Princess Charming, I suppose," Scrooge said, squeezing her hands.

[blackmagicduck]

"Then I'll hold onto your glass slipper until next time."

She playfully made a swipe for his spectacles.

[richestduck]

He danced just as playfully out of reach.

"These 'slippers' I need to see!" he told her with a small laugh.