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]

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...

[richestduck]

Scrooge entered into the dining room precisely on time, looking about at the massive space. It somehow seemed much more comfortable with someone else there.

He smiled at Magica, limping closer to her. "Hello again."

[lifesa_witch]

"Hello." She nodded once at him, the food hot and ready for him.

... This was going to be awkward. It's not like they did much small talk before. She wasn't really sure how to go about it. She cleared her throat and took a seat - although the long dining room table could have seated twenty, the two plates were side by side.

Now what?

[richestduck]

Scrooge picked up his fork. Honestly, what did you say to a woman you were sleeping with? It wasn't something generally discussed in this modern day and age.

"So have you found anything interesting in your tomes?"

[lifesa_witch]

Oh thank god, an easy topic.

"Well, I might have found something that could narrow the field." She began to explain. "It's a sort of spell that can at least tell me if Ratface is dead or alive. It's about trying to imbue life, and if it fails, that means something is already living."

So the translation said.

[richestduck]

"Well, that would take a load off your mind," Scrooge noted. The uncertainty of not knowing if someone he loved was dead or alive would drive him mad.

[lifesa_witch]

"It'll take about a week to get all the ingredients together, for a spell that only takes a minute to cast." One of the annoyances of magic.

[richestduck]

"At least you'd have an answer more or less right away," Scrooge pointed out. "That's more than you had to go on before."

[lifesa_witch]

"True enough..." She glanced over at him.

"... It won't be as showy as before, but if you want..." He could show up again.

[richestduck]

"I'd love to watch," he told her.

First of all, the magic itself fascinated him. Second, it would be seeing her in her element.

[lifesa_witch]

She played with her hair a bit, pleased that he was so eager to come along.

"All right... I'll let you know when it's all ready." Then, onto the 'defensive'. "Though I won't guarantee you getting another good look at me naked outside of the bath."

[richestduck]

He flushed red. "I didn't...! I wasn't...!"

[lifesa_witch]

She flashed him a grin and resumed eating. He really was too fun to tease. "Another fine meal..."

[richestduck]

She was so cruel.

"Aye. It's good." He took a bite of his meal to hopefully get her to stop teasing him.

[lifesa_witch]

Like he didn't love it.

Thankfully the meal progressed normally, with idle chatter of peaceful things. Once in a while their hands would brush together, and despite having slept together, this was the thing that would make her blush and look away.