happilyeverbeginning | The outline that I drew of your profile was beautiful / I was stained and I fell (scrooge x magica)

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The outline that I drew of your profile was beautiful / I was stained and I fell (scrooge x magica)

The war between the De Spells and McDucks was almost as old as time itself. The origins of it were lost, not that it mattered much. Both sides were equally powerful, which was why many a bloody battle often ended in a stalemate. No one really expected it to end anytime soon, despite boasting from soldiers when they discussed the strategies for the next assault and defense.

For little over a year now, the next heads of both families had joined the central conflict. Scrooge McDuck was a brilliant tactician, able to lead his men to victory against overwhelming odds. Magica De Spell was as powerful was she was wicked, her powers over darkness instilling nightmares in those who survived her wrath. Naturally the two came at a head time and time again, never truly winning but never truly losing either. To those who witnessed these challenges, it seemed as if their hatred for each other was enough to scorch the earth.

But, as these things sometimes happen, the heat between them wasn't just due to the fire of combat.

On this night, with the full moon aglow, it was warm enough have those who slumbered sweat their sheets. As good as their magical defenses were, Magica was simply stronger. She couldn't send over her physical body through the various traps, but her power over shadows had been severely underestimated. It was child's play to sneak into the bedroom of the next McDuck clan head, and if she intended it, she could have easily slit his throat.

But that wasn't her intention. Instead, her eternally moving form drifted a claw-like hand over his face, watching him without a word.

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The shadows brushing over his face -- cold and ghostly -- snapped him awake. He sat up in bed eyes darting about as he prepared himself for a fight. He immediately looked to the shadows, finding one shadow darker than the rest of them.

"Magica De Spell," he growled, rolling out of bed and picking up the silver-plated sword he used when fighting her more magical forces. "Attacking a man while he's sleeping? I thought you had more pride than that."

She hadn't wholly gotten through the wards but enough had gotten through where she could've killed him if she'd wanted to. Her playing with his face though...a taunt? A test?

She rolled her ghastly yellow eyes, staying in place for now. "Oh, please, McDuck. We both know if I had gotten this far and wanted you dead, you'd be dead."

After letting that sink in, she faced him. "I'm not here to fight. Rather... I'm here to make you an offer."

That was true, and he hated to admit that even privately to himself. His chambers in the castle were where he felt safe behind centuries of wards and traps. He'd let his guard down.

"An offer," he said blandly, not sure of where she was going with this. Still, he couldn't help a bit of curiosity. "I'm listening."

"This little more I hate than boredom and repetition... but that's what our entire lives are made of. We follow these ghastly traditions to the grave, and the next generation is likely to do the same. We're in an endless war. Is this really how you want to spend all your days?"

She then extended her hand towards him.

"Or... you can help tip the scales, and choose your own destiny."

He frowned. "I'll admit I'm not a fan of spending the rest of my life involved in a blood feud, but what do you mean by 'tipping the scales'?"

It was tempting to make a deal to stop the bloodshed, but he wasn't born yesterday.

"Your clan holds you back. Your power has so much potential, but they make you reign it in, so you don't overshadow your elders. You're more a servant than a son. But with me... you'd have no such limits."

She moved ever closer to him. "Your brilliant mind and my limitless magic... together, we could rule this whole country. No one would dare stand in your way, and you would be your own way... respected, worshiped. Instead of being a mere footnote in the line of McDucks, you could be a king."

Despite what a mistake it was, he looked away from her. It was...tempting. Very tempting.

He hated to admit it, but some days he felt more like a tool than a person. He was a means to an end as the heir to the clan.

"...No," he said at last. "I can't do that." He turned back to face her, trying to hide the way he'd faltered. "I'd likely have to kill my own family, and I'll not be a kinslayer."

Magica chuckled darkly. If he hadn't been tempted, he would have denied her right away. But now she'd given him something to think about. Even if she didn't succeed tonight, the seeds had been planted.

"We can give you more than your family ever could. Wealth, power, whatever your heart desires." Now she was even closer, lightly touching his whiskers. "Which begs the question... what does your heart desire?"

She was no fool. She knew a wandering eye when she saw one.

He jerked his head up and away from her hand. Her shadowy touch felt like ice.

"That's none of your business!" he snapped. He gripped his sword more tightly. "You've made your offer, and I want no part of it. Now leave!"

Now that made her laugh. "None of my business? You are my business. What were we born for, if not to destroy each other? That's the only reason you and I exist - take each other out. But I am not so easily bound by destiny."

She had no real feet, not in this form, so she could move quickly from shadow to shadow - including his own. She was suddenly behind him, wrapping her arms around him, her touch still cold.

"You have a curious mind, Scrooge. I've seen you observe my power, wanting to know how it works."

He snarled, whirling about and slicing the air where her shadow had taken form. Dammit dammit dammit! He couldn't even be sure if the silver could touch her when she was like this!

"Careful, Scroogie darling. You'll wear yourself out, and be useless for battle come the morn."

She hovered above him now, before dropping onto his bed. "Does my touch disgust you all that much?" Or was he angry for the exact opposite reason?

"Your touch isn't the problem!" he snapped. He glared at her. "What you're offering is disgusting!"

Even if he was the family's tool, he couldn't stomach the thought of murdering his own kin.

"I'm offering you a way out. You can gain knowledge that you'd never gain while stuck here. You could turn this war around on its head... Perhaps even find a way to win without taking out your family." Not that this part mattered to her. Family was a useless bond, a shackle made of blood.

"But..." She smirked, reaching out to brush his hand. "...it is nice to hear you have no issue with my touch."

Scrooge shivered but focused solely on her. "And what do you get out of all this?"

"I get the end to the war... with that comes freedom to do as I please. I go down in history as one of the greats who ended the conflict, instead of a note on a page."

If he wasn't going to object, she "stood" up again, trailing her fingers up his arm. "And most importantly... I get you."

He raised a brow. "Me?"

That was one thing she wanted? Him? And not in the sense of "his head on a pike"?

"Perhaps it's a tad foolish for me to reveal one of my weaknesses so openly... but then again, you've done the same." She slid both arms around his neck.

"We could rule together, as lord and lady of this land. With you by my side, I'd be unstoppable. You and I are not so different... we're greedy souls, deep down. We desire... the pretty things in life." She coyly traced his mouth with a finger.

He didn't shove her off though his grip reflexively tightened and relaxed on the grip of his sword.

"We're greedy souls, but what we want isn't the same," he said after a long minute of silence.

"Are you sure about that?" Magica murmured, nuzzling what could reasonably be called her face into his neck.

"Drop the sword, Scrooge. You and I both know you don't need it tonight."

"I am."

He wasn't. He wanted the fighting to stop. He was still young but he was already so tired of it all. Nobody even knew how the blood feud had started anymore.

He didn't want to be a king but he didn't want this prison either.

But he did as she asked, the sword clattering to the stone floor.

She knew he wasn't going to be persuaded to turn on his kin by pleasures of the flesh, but it would help plant more of those treacherous seeds.

With a dark chuckle, she rolled her tongue along his neck - though this form denied her taste and touch, his reactions were satisfying enough. Her fingers stretched and slithered, going underneath his clothes to press more ice to his feathers and skin.

Her connections to her own kin might be loose, but Scrooge was nothing if not fiercely loyal to his family. He just...wanted things to be different.

He shivered at her touch, reaching up to where her wrist should be.

"Don't."

However, the protest was weak. He'd never allowed himself time to explore the pleasures of the flesh, so the new sensations were exciting. Still, it would make it easier for her to kill him...not that it wouldn't be easy already.

"Relax." She cooed, tightening her grip around him like a silk-speaking serpent. "Indulge. Don't be a warrior tonight. Forget everything... and think only of this."

She cupped his chin, slowly trailing her fingers down, and then raising them up again to play with his whiskers.

He shivered. Despite himself, he gave a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest. "You seem to like my whiskers."

"They're cute, especially when they're normally on much older men." Pleased that his resistance was dropping, she offered a shadowy little kiss to his whiskers.

"They're not old man whiskers," he huffed. However, he didn't stop her.

If she was lining him up to kill him...fine. He'd deserve it for dropping his guard. Besides, wasn't it okay to just feel instead of think for once?

"Is that so?" She purred, lightly tugging on his nightwear. "Because I'm very interested to see if the rest of you looks so young..."

He reached up to grab at her wrist. "Not yet. You have to earn it."

Oh-ho. So he wanted to play? "Interesting to hear that you think you can give me orders... but I can play nice. Pray tell, how do I earn it?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he told her. "Or do you not like a challenge?"

"Far from it. Would I be here otherwise?" If she was only allowed to work with what was already exposed, she'd have to get creative. How fun.

She brought his hand to her mouth, taking each finger and slowly sucking on each one. She had no real tongue or teeth in this form, but the coolness of the shadows imitated what she lacked.

He shivered, disliking that there was nothing he could do to her in return. Except maybe potentially taunt her with the possibility of seeing more.

He leaned forward to nibble at her shadowy neck. Not that there was anything really there for him to nibble on...

True, but the effort was appreciated. With a pleased purr, she yanked him forward, intending to have him land on his bed, him on top of her billowing form.

It worked a little too well. Instead of catching himself so he was above her, he landed literally on her.

And given her shadow form, that meant he was technically in her as well. And her shadow form was very, very cold.

He gave a yelp of surprise and cold as he scrambled to get his hands and knees under him.

It didn't cause her any pain - rather, it made her laugh again, a witchy cackle as she reformed herself, swirling around until she was sitting on his back.

"That's one way to know the inner workings of a girl." She mused.

"Shut up," he grumbled.

Someone knocked on his door. "Scroogey, are you all right?"

No, no, he wasn't. He was basically engaging in foreplay with the enemy.

"I'm fine!" he called back, sweating.

The smart thing would have been to stay still and silent... but that wouldn't have been as fun.

She moved around, hugging him from behind. Light, sweet kisses for his neck... and a hand lingering dangerously close to the inside of his thigh.

"Don't you dare!" he hissed.

"Are you sure? I thought I heard shouting a bit earlier..."

Of course she'd dare, why wouldn't she? Her hand continued to crawl inside, teasing below his hips.

If that wasn't bad enough, she whispered in the sultriest voice she could muster right to his ear. "I want you."

His hand went to the drawer of the nightstand where a silver dagger lie hidden.

"Stop it, or you'll regret it," he growled.

"Scroogey? Are you sure you're all right?"

"I'm fine, Matilda! Go back to bed!"

The silver dagger wouldn't kill her in this form - but it would leave something nasty. But she rarely showed fear, especially to him. So she made a bored "ho-hum" noise, letting him go but laid on his back as if he was a sack of hay.

At least she did say anything else.

He could keenly hear Matilda hesitating outside his door.

"...All right, Scroogey. I'll see you in the morning."

He held his breath until she had walked away, and he sighed. He hated yelling at his sisters.

Magica tsked. "Your family gets in the way even off the battlefield... what a bother." She said as she ruffled his head feathers.

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The outline that I drew of your profile was beautiful / I was stained and I fell (scrooge x magica)

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