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

"I have to be careful with how much I take from you." She didn't want him to leave either, but if he wanted both worlds, he had to leave hers.

"Taking too much... it can really hurt you."

Would that really be so bad? He'd deserve it.

Still, he didn't want her to feel guilty.

So he nodded his head reluctantly as he went to get up. He didn't want to leave, but he had to. There were too many people depending on him, and the night shift wasn't going to work.

She watched him get up and get dressed, hugging her knees as she sat on the bed.

Why did he care so much about a world that had abandoned him? If he just stayed here with her, forever, he'd be happier... wouldn't he?

"I'll be waiting for you."

He looked over his shoulder before turning around and moving closer to kiss her on the neck. "I'm looking forward to the next time we meet."

If he didn't have so many people's livelihoods riding on him, he would've just given up and died not long after his family abandoned him. In that scenario, he never would've met Magica.

He had to keep going for the people who would be financially devastated if he stayed in her world forever.

Not that Magica cared about these people. No, the only people she cared about were in this room. The rest could burn.

Maybe she could help him see that...?

She smiled a bit, stroking his cheek, letting her fingers dangle there before pulling away. "As am I, darling. As am I."

He took up her hand to kiss the back of it again before he headed out. He squinted in the sunlight, hating the sun for interrupting what had been such a pleasant night.

Then he started on his way, back to a life that was more of a prison.

Another two, long, agonizing weeks. But perhaps she could put it to good use.

She stocked up on actual mortal food and drink - more than just wine! - and going through the library's books to find whatever the thought Scrooge might enjoy, as well as ordering any new ones that were under his label. She ordered speakers for a music player, as well as a piano, albeit a small one.

It used up a lot of enchantment - as if she'd ever use real money for anything - which left her exhausted, but she felt it was worth it.

Scrooge had a productive two weeks as well...just not happy ones. He got up, went to work, went home, and went to bed, day-in and day-out.

Everyone was getting worried about this biweekly disappearing act. However, he was a grown man who could take care of himself as he kept telling them. He pushed them away as best he could.

When the day came around, he texted her:

didnt have time 4 movie search

anythin else i shud bring?

No problem, I have plenty here.

I've been trying to think of other options for you, so you don't get bored.

Just come along~

All she needed was him.

never bored w u

He shut his cellphone and headed towards her home. Well, he supposed it was her lair, but it was where she lived, so "home" it would be until she corrected him.

It was an hour later when he knocked on her door.

After a moment, she opened it and welcomed him in - soft music was playing in the back.

"Good evening, darling."

"Good evening," he told her, stepping inside and giving her a peck on the cheek. "How have you been?"

"Can't say much has changed." She closed the door behind him. "Yourself?"

"Pretty much the same."

Dull. Empty. He coasted through life without living.

"You've been doing some decorating, haven't you?"

"So you noticed." She stepped back to let him see.

"Now that I no longer have to spell you, I thought I might as well change things up a little. Do you like it?"

"It's lovely."

He walked through the main area that had been the main floor of the library. When he reached the piano, he lifted the cover to look at the white and black keys.

Either she knew more about him than he thought or she had a taste for music. He started pressing keys at random before he began playing a definite tune that was the only bit of classical music that he knew how to play.

She leaned against the piano, smiling as she watched him.

"Sounds like you've still got it, Scrooge."

"I don't know how to read music," he admitted as he continued. "I largely taught myself little ditties that were popular to sing along to but one of the performers I hired later on taught me how to play this."

Because it was based on "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," it had made it easier for him to learn it. He was much too old and had too little time to learn musical notation.

"How did you know I could play?"

After all, he didn't advertise that fact.

"I researched." She waved a hand, gesturing to the books far and away. "When you don't need to sleep as much, it opens up a lot of free time. So when we started 'dating'... I devoted days to your history."

"Ah. Someone must've mentioned it at one point," Scrooge noted, glancing up at the shelves.

None of the biographies had been written by him. He typically looked at them with utter disdain due to the sheer number of inaccuracies he would find, people preferring to fill in the blanks with speculation or their own agendas rather than taking the time to ask him. Perhaps one day he would write that autobiography...but then he dismissed it. Who honestly read such nonsense?

He was looking at one such person.

"I do want to learn more about you." She came to his side, kissing his cheek. "If this is be your paradise, your world away from it all... it should be suitable for you, no?"

"Aye, but it's supposed to be our world away from it all," he told her. "It needs to be suitable for you, too."

"Living hundreds of years, tastes change. Boredom threatens to kill you before a stake can." She slunk an arm around his own.

He chuckled. "I can understand that."

And he could. After all, he'd lived for a century and a half. The same old toys got boring after the first few decades.

He finished the song and removed his fingers from the keys, replacing the cover.

"So, instead of a movie," Or at least in addition to it, "Why don't we go dancing?" 'Go' only in as far as the next room.

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