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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[lifesa_witch]

"A few hours ago," she explained. "And not one person who saw me will remember I'm here, you have my word."

[richestduck]

Scrooge nuzzled her. "Depending on how long this all takes, I might just charter a private jet home."

[lifesa_witch]

"Whatever it takes for you to be comfortable, darling." She cupped his cheeks, making him look at her. "I won't let you hurt yourself anymore."

[richestduck]

As much as people would talk, it was tempting to just go full recluse, only making appearances when absolutely necessary. Honestly, he wanted the outside world to just go away.

Magica could stay in his rapidly-shrinking world.

He offered her a tired, awkward smile as he looked at her. "I'm fine, lass."

[lifesa_witch]

"You're not." She kissed him once. "But that's all right. What matters is that I'm here now."

[richestduck]

"Aye." He nuzzled her again.

[lifesa_witch]

She put a few more kisses across his face before letting him rest in his arms. There didn't need to be anything else in the world, save for this quiet embrace.

[richestduck]

He might not feel very hungry but his stomach had other ideas, rumbling a quiet complaint. It had been ages since breakfast and he'd been too busy for lunch.

[lifesa_witch]

She chuckled, a little amused. "Peckish, are you?"

[richestduck]

"Maybe a little," he muttered. "Some of these people I swear are giving me ulcers."

[lifesa_witch]

"Poor darling." She gently began to push him off. "Let's get you something to eat."

[richestduck]

"Do we have to leave?" he asked, voice dangerously close to a whine.

[lifesa_witch]

"We can always order room service," She reminded him. "We don't have to go into that cruel world outside."

[richestduck]

"...Okay."

That was acceptable at least. He could order something light and then get some sleep in Magica's arms.

[lifesa_witch]

She slid off the bed. "I could always enchant the server so you don't need to give a tip." She joked.

[richestduck]

"Tempting but I think I'll give the server their tip," Scrooge said with a chuckle.

[lifesa_witch]

"If you insist." She gave him a playful shove. 'You only need to order for yourself, anyway."

[richestduck]

He nodded but then looked with concern at her. "Will you need anything?"

[lifesa_witch]

She pointed at her fangs. "My kind don't need to eat. It's more of a... luxury."

[richestduck]

"Aye, but you will need blood sooner or later, won't you?"

[lifesa_witch]

"I've still got plenty of time before I go hungry. I can last two weeks, remember?"

[richestduck]

He nodded his head. "But let me know if you need more. Please."

[lifesa_witch]

"Of course, darling." She stroked his cheek. "I know I can rely on you."

[richestduck]

"Good." He reached up to cup her hand with his before reaching out for the room phone. "I'll call room service then."

[lifesa_witch]

"Take your time." She played with his hand a bit. "I've rarely been anywhere so high-class."