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]

Maybe two or three steps. She figured perhaps a night of passion would improve his mood, if not give him more of a reason to come back to her. She pet his arm, smirking.

[richestduck]

He stretched out fully on the cushions, trying to pull her down with him. He wasn't ready for food or drink just yet. Instead, he stroked her hair as he watched the film.

[blackmagicduck]

She went own without an argument. She laid on his chest, closing her eyes. She had no interest in anything but him.

[richestduck]

Right now, she was all that mattered to him. He just wanted to feel her with him.

The movie was rather forgettable. Then again, that was probably the whole point.

[blackmagicduck]

She took his hand and kissed the fingers, one by one, sweetly and softly. What could be better than this? How could he value lives of people who didn't care about him, higher than these moments?

[richestduck]

It was tempting to just stay here and never go back. Would it really be so bad?

But then he thought of the employees who were precious to him even if he couldn't show them that. They had done so much for him. They relied on him.

He clutched at her, trembling.

[blackmagicduck]

She felt his tremors, and kissed his palm. "I'm here, darling." She murmured. "I'll always be here. I'll always be yours."

[richestduck]

"Thank you...thank you..."

[blackmagicduck]

She leaned up to face him. "What are you afraid of?"

[richestduck]

"Of being completely alone."

[blackmagicduck]

"Do you trust me?" She cupped his cheeks.

[richestduck]

"As much as I can," Scrooge murmured. "I'm sorry. I'm trying but..."

But he was afraid. There was just so much fear...

[blackmagicduck]

"I know." A kiss. "I know." Another kiss. "I can offer all the pretty promises I want, but they're just words. Only time will prove my sincerity."

[richestduck]

He nodded his head. "I want to believe. I want to believe with everything I have."

But he couldn't. His family had broken his faith.

[blackmagicduck]

She laid her head on his shoulder. "Just relax, my darling. Just have faith in this night."

[richestduck]

He closed his eyes and leaned into her cold body. Somehow it felt warm because at least she was there.

[blackmagicduck]

She began to hum again, even if it was louder than the movie. He might need that more than anything else.

[richestduck]

He did. The movie wasn't important. She was. Being able to lie in her arms and listen to her humming was so calming.

After several long minutes, he finally started sipping at the wine and nibbling on the food.

[blackmagicduck]

She stroked his chest, continuing to sing - an old Italian song about the moon and the stars, about endless nights making wishes. She was sure there was an English translation, but she also felt doing that would take away some of its power and beauty.

[richestduck]

As someone fluent in Italian, he was glad to hear it in the original language. Sometimes translations had a bad habit of screwing up a beautiful song.

He fully relaxed, the movie forgotten.

"Thank you."

[blackmagicduck]

She kissed right under his beak. "Singing for my favorite audience is always a delight."

[richestduck]

"Hearing you sing is always a delight," he countered. "I suppose it's mutually-beneficial that way."

[blackmagicduck]

A light kiss. "You should start asking song requests sometime."

[richestduck]

"You have a song list I can browse through?" he lightly teased.

[blackmagicduck]

"I didn't know I needed to make you a list." Another flick to his beak. "You don't have any favorites?"