Magica de Spell (
blackmagicduck) wrote in
happilyeverbeginning2019-05-12 10:22 pm
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Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)
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."
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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"Taking too much... it can really hurt you."
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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Then he started on his way, back to a life that was more of a prison.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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"Good evening, darling."
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Dull. Empty. He coasted through life without living.
"You've been doing some decorating, haven't you?"
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"Now that I no longer have to spell you, I thought I might as well change things up a little. Do you like it?"
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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.
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"Sounds like you've still got it, Scrooge."
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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.
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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?
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"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?"
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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.
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