i'm your venus, i'm your fire (magica x scrooge)

[lifesa_witch]

 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.

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[richestduck]

"Show him who Magica is. Not the goddess. You."

[lifesa_witch]

That... just made her blink. Slowly. Matilda may have well just started speaking in tongues.

"What the devil does that mean? Of course I'm me, I always have been. I can't just stop being a goddess!"

[richestduck]

Matilda sighed. "Magica, he doesn't want a goddess. He's told you that over and over before. Yes, you're a goddess, but what else is there to you?"

[lifesa_witch]

"Well there's... ah... eh... um..."

A most concerning pause. She simply couldn't think of anything about herself that wasn't tied to her divnity.

[richestduck]

"That's what you need to figure out. And Scrooge will notice you trying to do that. If nothing else, you'll get him to start taking you seriously," Matilda told her. She paused and offered a helpless shrug. "You wanted my input. That's the best suggestion I have for you."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica didn't reply right away because she was still trying to find an answer, and every passing second where she couldn't think of one was making that headache from last come night.

"I... I need time to think." She began to walk out, but did have decency to stop at the door.

"Ask Ludwig to teach you something. Anything. He favors mortals who have a desire to learn."

[richestduck]

"Thank you," Matilda told her. "And, Magica? You can take your time figuring it out. Scroogey will respect you more for it. And that's the first step."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica didn't reply, walking on. There was that weird, nagging feeling again - why did it feel like she was trying to remember something, when there'd been nothing to remember? She'd always been a goddess. That's just how things were.

She wound up sitting outside, and of all things, began to do chores without even being asked, just to try and clear her head.

[richestduck]

"Well, this is a surprise."

Scrooge had brought one of the saddles out for a good oiling only to find Magica already outside working. He'd thought she'd be sleeping in and sulking.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica glanced up, then away, grumbling. If it wasn't the object of her frustration herself.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a good for nothing goddess."

[richestduck]

"You're a wee bit lazy, aye." Well, he was honest if nothing else. "I appreciate the effort in getting started on your own."

[lifesa_witch]

"Like I had anything better to do." A click of her tongue before muttering to herself. "I can't be anything other than what I am..."

[richestduck]

Scrooge blinked, his ears hearing that. "What's that supposed to mean?"

[lifesa_witch]

He wanted to know? Fine. She turned on him, hand on her hip.

"I can't separate myself from my divinity, no more you can separate yourself from being a mortal. In that same way, I didn't choose to become a goddess, I didn't choose what powers I have, and I didn't choose immortality."

[richestduck]

He blinked at her, wondering what brought this on. Along with...

"Who says you have to separate your divinity from who you are? Your divinity's part of it, just not all of it."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica blinked. She'd have assumed he'd have copied Matilda with her silly advice. She actually seemed a bit flustered that - finally - they had agreed on something. As such, she looked away, a bit embarrassed, and played with her hair.

"... G-Good. Just so you know."

[richestduck]

"I'd be an idiot not to know that," Scrooge snorted as he resumed oiling up the saddle, cleaning and renewing the leather. "I'm a mortal, but that's not all I am. I'd like to assume the gods are the same way."

[lifesa_witch]

He was an idiot for other reasons - but she bit her tongue for that one. Funny how it was a little easier that time around.

"In a way, you mortals do have it easier. You have childhoods, and teenage years. You can change and develop into the sort of person you want to be. Gods... just are."

[richestduck]

"Why do they have to just be?" Scrooge asked, genuinely curious. "Don't tell me you're exactly the same person you were five hundred years ago."

[lifesa_witch]

"Of course I am." To her, that was just common sense. "It's just how things are. No parents, no family, we simply began to exist. Sure, followers and faith helps here and there, but in the end, we're on our own."

[richestduck]

"Think of a choice you made five hundred years ago. Would you make the same choice again?" he challenged.

[lifesa_witch]

Fine, if he was going to play these silly games...

"Two hundred and thirty-six years ago, a young man tried to invoke my prayers and powers to make a rich girl his wife, not caring how she felt. I gave him painful boils all over his skin until he left the girl alone. I'd gladly do it again."

[richestduck]

Scrooge sighed and rolled his eyes. "Have you ever made a choice in the past that you wouldn't do now?"

[lifesa_witch]

"Of course - " Not, she nearly said, then paused. Perhaps there was one thing.

"... Well, clearly, if all those past flings were going to bite me back like they are now, I wouldn't have gone through with them."

[richestduck]

"So you're capable of regrets and likely capable of change. After this experience, I doubt you'll be so eager to jump into a mortal's bed without getting his measure first," Scrooge said dryly. "Meaning you gods aren't as unchangeable as you think you are."