So stay away from me / the beast is ugly (scrooge x magica)

[lifesa_witch]

 The carriage ride was so long that by the time the horses stopped, night had already settled in. It was a full moon, allowing the stone pathway to be illuminated. The rider said nothing, simply taking Scrooge's bags and walking on ahead. With any luck, this wouldn't be a return trip - but luck had died long ago in this place.

In the distance, one could hear the caws of several ravens, far away in the dark forests. It was difficult to see the house in the darkness, but it was certainly large and grand. Definitely belonging to someone of high class and lots of money. After all, it was part of the reason Scrooge was here.

Another servant was at the door, waiting for them.

"Either look her in the eyes," he warned, "or have them stay on the floor. Never anywhere else. Just keep your introduction and qualifications short. it is..." He hesitated, glancing backwards. "Often too easy to stoke her anger. And lastly... never ask questions."

Some of these things had probably been told to Scrooge before - he'd been recommended the job, after all. Granted, the recommendation came with the mysterious woman buying up his shop like it was nothing. Still, it seemed at least the servants wanted this to go well.

Whatever "this" was... it was about to begin, if he was ready to enter.

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[lifesa_witch]

Magica looked away, a little hurt by that. She tucked hair over her shoulder, willing to give it one more try.

"... I was thinking... maybe... we could have our meals together." As in all of them.

[richestduck]

"I'd like that," he said immediately. "But my breakfast is probably waiting in my room."

It hadn't occurred to him that Clara and the servants would've adjusted where he would be taking breakfast this morning.

[lifesa_witch]

Relieved, but a little embarrassed, she pointed to the full tray of double meals.

"No, it's not."

[richestduck]

He turned bright red. What they'd done was likely all over the house by now.

[lifesa_witch]

She picked up a cup of tea, drinking it quietly.

"I suppose next time it would help if we made sure the door was closed."

Next time?

[richestduck]

"Next time?" he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful and not quite succeeding. Then he turned an even darker shade of crimson. Honestly, how could he be so casual about what they'd done?

[lifesa_witch]

A long sip, not meeting his eyes.

"I tend to take outdoor baths at least once a week, around the same time." If he mercifully picked up the hint, he would be there again.

[richestduck]

If he turned any redder, the bedding around him would catch fire. He understood her meaning completely.

[lifesa_witch]

She offered him a plate of toast and eggs. "How is your leg?"

[richestduck]

"Sore," he admitted, "but manageable. Thank you." He took the plate and began eating. After a swallow, he continued, "I'm sorry. It tends to act up if I dare rest anything on it, so I swear it's not unwanted commentary about you."

[lifesa_witch]

"Trust me, I got plenty of commentary last night, and none of it was 'unwanted'." She'd lost count of how many times he'd finished inside of her.

Speaking of, once he was gone, she'd need to get to work making sure nothing came of that.

[richestduck]

Magica could've started a fire with the heat coming off of Scrooge's cheeks.

"Yes...well..." He coughed. "B-breakfast looks wonderful!"

[lifesa_witch]

Who knew Scrooge could be so cute? It only made her want to tease him more.

"Eat up. I bet you need to recover plenty of stamina."

[richestduck]

"GLXBT!"

It was a wonder he didn't choke.

[lifesa_witch]

Maybe she should go easy on him, just so he'd survive breakfast. So she chuckled quietly, and ate without another word.

[richestduck]

Scrooge took his time over breakfast, partially to spend as much time as possible with Magica...and partially so he didn't choke if she made another crack like that.

However, the time came for him to leave and work on her finances.

"You, um, wanted to have our meals together, so...I'll see you at lunch?"

[lifesa_witch]

Magica nodded, sliding off the bed. "At the same time as you usually take it... but we can meet up at the dining room." A room that hadn't been used in years!

[richestduck]

"I usually take my lunch around one. Dinner hasn't changed since I was reading to you."

Honestly, he sort of missed reading to her...

[lifesa_witch]

She missed it too, to be honest.

"Then we'll meet there at one. No later, no earlier." She had to keep some sort of illusion she was still in charge.

[richestduck]

"Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling fondly.

He got up and walked closer to her to give her a peck on the cheek.

[lifesa_witch]

She blinked, surprised - and now it was her turn to blush.

"Ah... a-hem..." She looked away, but there was a hint of a smile. What did one say after that? "Don't think you can use this as an excuse to do a lazy job."

... Sure, okay.

[richestduck]

Scrooge actually snorted at that. "That thought never crossed my mind."

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh, what do you want from me?" She turned away. "Don't you have work to do?"

[richestduck]

He chuckled and left the room, grinning like a fool. Well, he'd best let Miss Clara know where he'd be eating.

[lifesa_witch]

Morning passed into afternoon, and just as Magica had said, she was in the dining room at one o'clock. N-Not that she'd been waiting for him, or anything silly like that...