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]

"Traffic," he told her with a groan. "And leftover jet lag. I landed and hit the ground running."

[lifesa_witch]

She frowned, but alas, her powers and manipulation could do little here. "How long do you have to be there today?"

[richestduck]

Scrooge furrowed his brow, trying to think through the fog. "Until six I think?"

[lifesa_witch]

"And you'll remember to eat?" She poked his beak, raising an eyebrow.

[richestduck]

"I'll try to," he told her honestly.

[lifesa_witch]

"You will." She growled lightly. "Don't make me enchant you into doing it."

[richestduck]

"Please don't," he pleaded. "I'll at the very least pick up something from a vending machine."

[lifesa_witch]

She pouted - she'd prefer a full meal, but this seemed to be as good as it was going to get.

"Fine... but don't think I won't ask again."

[richestduck]

"I know you will," he told her gently, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek. "And thank you."

It was...nice...to have someone who cared.

[lifesa_witch]

The little bit of affection calmed her for the moment, and she stroked his beak. "I'll be waiting for you here. Always."

[richestduck]

"You're too good for me," he said softly.

An odd thing to say to a vampire but no less true.

[lifesa_witch]

"Maybe," She teased, hoping some light banter would make him stronger for the day he had to face. "But maybe it's the other way around."

[richestduck]

Once again, he wished time would just stop when he was with her. He could spend an eternity with her, avoiding the rest of the world.

But if wishes were fishes, everyone would eat.

"I'll be back later tonight."

[lifesa_witch]

"Eat," she warned again, waving a finger. "And when you get back, you'll eat again, and get a good night's rest."

[richestduck]

He gave a weak chuckle. "Aye."

He leaned forward to kiss her neck before leaving the room to grab one of the "to go" breakfast bags. Well, maybe he'd be able to finish off a muffin. Better than nothing.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica watched him go, and when he finally left, she flopped backwards onto the bed. Now what? She could get in some flying, as a bat, if she was careful. It beat waiting around for him.

It was going to be a long day, thinking all about what he was doing.

[richestduck]

He did try to eat lunch. Really, he had. But inspection upon inspection and audit after audit just wears a man down.

He almost forgot Magica was in his suite until he entered the room and slumped down the wall next to the door late that night. Honestly, not even one of Magica's meals felt this draining.

[lifesa_witch]

"Please tell me I'm not hearing your stomach growling."

She blended in with the shadows far too well, at his side within seconds.

[richestduck]

"Probably not. I was dealing with legal vampires all day." He paused. "Blast it. Sorry. Forgot who I was speaking to for a moment."

[lifesa_witch]

"I'll forgive you after you have an actual meal." She grabbed his arm and began to head for the kitchen.

[richestduck]

He followed her obediently. Honestly, he just wanted to curl up wherever and get some sleep.

"How is it that you drinking from my neck's almost refreshing compared to this?"

[lifesa_witch]

She sat him down and began grabbing whatever she could from the cabinets. She still wasn't a real master chef by any meaning of the word, but he needed something shoved down his gullet.

"I still fail to see how you suffering helps your company."

[richestduck]

He sat down at the table and propped his chin up in one hand.

"Me going along with all this helps smooth over the hit to the company's reputation, meaning we can continue to do business in Germany and the rest of the EU without issue. Otherwise we'd likely have to sell off our EU branches to local owners and pull out of the EU entirely which could displace all my workers here, interrupt supply lines elsewhere, etc. If I don't bend the knee occasionally to their ludicrous political grandstanding, a lot of people could lose their jobs and their homes."

[lifesa_witch]

Sandwich, she could make a sandwich, right? Just meat and sauce and bread, slap it together.

"And yet all the people you're grandstanding to can afford to eat proper meals and get a full night's rest, I wager."

[richestduck]

"They're not the ones in the hot seat. They can soak up the praise from their sycophantic followers for 'holding Scrooge's feet to the fire' or some such nonsense. Never mind the fact that I had nothing to do with the smuggling."