Magica De Spell (
lifesa_witch) wrote in
happilyeverbeginning2020-09-16 09:57 pm
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i'm your venus, i'm your fire (magica x scrooge)
Immortality tended to get boring. Whether she was booted out of the divine halls or voluntarily left depended on who you asked. As far as Magica De Spell was concerned, the mortals deserved to be in her presence every so often to entertain her. She flitted from village to village, trying to find someone worthy of her time, but alas, her standards were very high.
Then she learned to hear the whispers, the rumors, about a clan that rose from the depths of defeat and refused to stay down. The next head was a strong, determined lad who worked to the bone every day to bring glory to the family name. Curious about such a man, Magica walked along the dirt and the stones to where the man supposedly traveled for his wares. For now, she disguised her presence, allowing herself to be ignored by all living things so she could observe without being seen.
After all, when it came down to it, she wasn't going to hit it if this McDuck wasn't a looker.
Then she learned to hear the whispers, the rumors, about a clan that rose from the depths of defeat and refused to stay down. The next head was a strong, determined lad who worked to the bone every day to bring glory to the family name. Curious about such a man, Magica walked along the dirt and the stones to where the man supposedly traveled for his wares. For now, she disguised her presence, allowing herself to be ignored by all living things so she could observe without being seen.
After all, when it came down to it, she wasn't going to hit it if this McDuck wasn't a looker.

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After all, she wasn't thinking about love. Merely pleasure. Love was for pathetic mortals, weak people who needed attachments.
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"Where are all your previous lovers now?" he asked, crossing his arms.
Maybe if she stopped and thought about it, she'd have enough sense to figure out just why he wanted no part in it.
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... Ah. She paused, giving it a slight bit of thought.
"... Well it's not like they're dead. Supposedly." A dismissive wave of her hand. "I merely sent them back wherever they came from after I no longer had any need for them."
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Because that was the correct phrase for it: She'd thrown them out after she'd gotten bored like toys she'd grown too old for.
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"So, you want to negotiate? Name your price." Because that's what he was aiming for, right? "I can supply your family with enough wealth that the next ten generations of your clan will want for nothing. I can bless your fields with plentiful crops. The mares you breed will be stronger than any across the land."
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He stepped away from Magica, turning back to Autumn Sunrise to start brushing her coat.
"I have work to do."
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"You moron! You fool! You imbecile! I will not be ignored!" She began beating his back with her hands, like a child denied their favorite toy. "No one has ever said no to me, I will not stand for it!"
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Honestly, this woman was making a scene. People were gawping and not because they were admiring Autumn Sunrise.
"Now will you please leave?" he asked with strained politeness. "I'm trying to find a good buyer."
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"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU DID NOT TAKE MY HAND, MCDUCK!"
With a crack of lightning, she was gone, leaving only a sense of dread behind.
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He looked at Autumn Sunshine. "I have a bad feeling about this."
The mare snorted her agreement.
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When Scrooge did eventually returned home, dinner was nearly ready, and the silverware was set out. One, two, three, four, five, six, plates...
... Wait. Six?
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As he looked at the silverware, he looked to Hortense. "Is Uncle Jake visiting for dinner?"
"Nope. Matilda took pity on someone."
He groaned, rubbing his temples. "Honestly, I hope this one will at least leave once the night's over."
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He'd only heard it once before, but no doubt Scrooge would find the voice now right behind him very familiar.
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Hortense raised a brow. "Friend of yours?"
"Not even remotely."
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Matilda entered the dining room with a stack of plates. "Something wrong, Scroogey?"
Hortense's smirk was a mile wide. "Pull up a chair, Matilda. This is getting good."
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"All that I have is a yearning that someone refuses to ease, and so, I have nothing to my name."
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Hortense started laughing hysterically while Matilda turned dark red with mortification.
"Um...what?" the middle McDuck child squeaked.
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It was petty, spiteful, and utterly stupid. It was pure Magica De Spell.
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Well, they probably could now that Scrooge was earning lots of money, but Magica's presence would be that one grain of sand that irritated the oyster into creating a pearl of spite and hate.
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"Besides, you and I both know the quickest, easiest, and most satisfying way to get me out of my feathers."
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"Now, now, Scroogey. We'll work something out," Downy gently scolded as she swept into the room with food. She'd press-ganged Fergus into service carrying another of the dishes.
Fergus frowned as he glanced at Magica. "How long were ye plannin' tae stay?"
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"I'm not sleeping with her," Scrooge said flatly.
The clan head sighed. "Then might Ah suggest a compromise?"
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