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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[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.

[blackmagicduck]

They stayed like that for a long time, merely leaning and swaying and sighing. Eventually the song faded to its end, and when it did, she only pulled back enough to gaze into his eyes.

It was nice to look at him like this, without forcing any enchantments upon him.

[richestduck]

He impulsively kissed her as soon as their gazes met. He could almost feel something like genuine happiness again.

No. Not happiness. Contentment. (He didn't want to jinx it...)

[blackmagicduck]

A kiss she was more than happy to return, sliding her arms around his neck.

Nothing too deeply sensual or lustful. A pleasant, sweet kiss. How... quaint, yet nice.

[richestduck]

As soon as it ended, he gave another contented sigh. "So, music, dancing, what else have you got up your sleeve?"

[blackmagicduck]

"I did try to find some books you might like... but I also have a movie ready to go, if you want to sit and let your brain rot." She teased, flicking his beak.

[richestduck]

"Brain rotting doesn't sound so bad if it's with you," he told her with a chuckle.

[blackmagicduck]

"Well, since you enjoyed trash over classics..." She took his hand, walking with him to the projector room.

"It's bloody, it's silly, and I've got plenty of food and drink to tide you over."

[richestduck]

"Oh, I prefer the classics but trash is enjoyable in its own right." He paused. "Well, sometimes it is at least."

[blackmagicduck]

"Perhaps you can consider this a mix... so trash, it'll be classic garbage, spoken of through the ages."

The room was the same as before - light food and chilled wine. She moved to set up the projector as Scrooge made himself comfortable.

[richestduck]

"Classic garbage? Sounds exciting."

Scrooge smirked as he laid down on the mattress. He liked this setup. It was intimate without being too over-the-top.

[blackmagicduck]

One the film was up and ready to go, she took her place besides Scrooge, snuggling up.

"Comfy?"

[richestduck]

"Very," he told her.

It felt strange to be eating without her, but he knew she didn't like human food. Besides, she'd be getting her dinner in a bit.

[blackmagicduck]

She poured him a glass as the movie began, with inconsistent flashbacks and a deranged sort of circus. Magica snorted when the "water as weakness" plot began, trying not to drop his drink.