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]

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?

[blackmagicduck]

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.

[richestduck]

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.

[blackmagicduck]

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

"Good evening, darling."

[richestduck]

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

[blackmagicduck]

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

[richestduck]

"Pretty much the same."

Dull. Empty. He coasted through life without living.

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

[blackmagicduck]

"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?"

[richestduck]

"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.

[blackmagicduck]

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

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

[richestduck]

"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.

[blackmagicduck]

"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."

[richestduck]

"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?

[blackmagicduck]

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?"

[richestduck]

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

[blackmagicduck]

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

[richestduck]

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.

[blackmagicduck]

"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.

[richestduck]

"I'm not very good at that, lass," he warned. "You'll be regretting the invitation."

Still, he wasn't objecting to the dance.

[blackmagicduck]

"Let me decide that." She pulled him along by the hand.

In the adjacent room, dozens of candles had been lit, and the soft music was louder, since this was where the speakers sat. All the furniture and shelves had been moved aside, giving them plenty of room to sway back and forth.

[richestduck]

He took her hand in one of his before placing his other hand on her waist. The basic sway at least meant he only stepped on her foot twice. Anything more complicated--like even a basic box step--and she'd be begging him to stop.

[blackmagicduck]

Instead of wincing, it only made her chuckle. It took much more than that to actually hurt her. She swayed back and forth with him, smiling all the while. "Relax, darling."

[richestduck]

He leaned into her, taking in her scent and forcing the outside world to take a backseat. This was his world for now. Him, her, and this abandoned library. He didn't want any intruders in that world.

[blackmagicduck]

Perfect, all was as it should be. She sighed happily, leaning her head on his shoulder, giving him an affectionate nuzzle in the process.

[richestduck]

He sighed softly with pleasure, allowing his world to narrow to this one place and time. Scrooge McDuck took a backseat to just Scrooge who nuzzled her back, tucking her shoulder beneath his chin.