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]

"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."

[lifesa_witch]

"Bah. Little trifles, not that much to think about." She just didn't want to admit he could be right.

"I've known many gods that have never changed. Ludwig's always been an annoying blabbermouth, Quackmore's always been a bloodthirsty hothead..."

[richestduck]

"Core personality traits don't change that easily," Scrooge agreed. "Still, it's all just parts of who we are."

He checked his work on the saddle's leather before resuming oiling it.

"I'm mortal. That's unchangeable, but I'm also a brother and a son. I like to read and work with animals. I especially enjoy the winter." He glanced at her. "Being mortal isn't the be all and end all of my existence."

And if her divinity was all that for hers...well...he'd pity her.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica huffed and grumbled more, refusing to debate any further with him, supposedly.

Except, after a few moments of silence, she finally said, "Winter is quiet. Peaceful. A time of rest. Of course it's preferable."

[richestduck]

"It's beautiful, too." He gave a distant smile, thinking back on the last snowfall. "Just all that snow covering everything. It's gorgeous."

[lifesa_witch]

"I can't control the weather...or at least as much of it as I'd like." She admitted. "So it's always a nice surprise to wake up to a world of white."

[richestduck]

"Rainy days are a good substitute for snow. Everything's quieter and cleaner."

[lifesa_witch]

"Real rainy days are hardly quiet." She countered. "... But the sounds are excellent napping music."

[richestduck]

"The really rainy days are light days around here. Once I finish my chores, I have plenty of time to either have a good soak or read in front of the fireplace."

[lifesa_witch]

"I've been to places where the rains are so loud, you can't hear yourself talk." She held a broom and twirled it around. "When that happens, I wind up sleeping for days."

[richestduck]

"Ach, I'd never be able to pull that off," Scrooge said. "I'd drive myself crazy."

[lifesa_witch]

"Mortal minds are different than divine minds. I doubt they could handle the same things." Another twirl. "I could fall asleep and will myself to sleep for years or centuries, if I so desired."

And, because she had a feeling he asked, "No, I don't desire."

[richestduck]

"Not ever?" Scrooge asked wryly.

[lifesa_witch]

"Not even I have ever been that bored." She then rapped her knuckles on her head. "Plus, you run the risk of dreams and nightmares. Bleck."

[richestduck]

"Avoiding nightmares I understand, but dreams?" He gave her a curious look. "I doubt a dream could compare to life in the Realm of the Gods, but I wouldn't think they'd be entirely unpleasant to you."

[lifesa_witch]

"When gods dream, it tends to turn prophetic." Magica explained, sounding disgusted with the ordeal. "I detest learning the future. I make my own path."

[richestduck]

"Ah, now that's a good reason to avoid dreaming." He grimaced. "Though I wonder: Is it that your dreams show the future or that your dreams create it?"

[lifesa_witch]

Magica paused, furrowing her brows as this was a fair question. "... I don't know. I certainly don't try to create it myself. I can tell you for certain I've never dreamt of you."

[richestduck]

"Well, that means at least that's one thing you didn't expect." He paused in thought. "But you gods have so much power. Is it even possible to create things without putting much thought into it?"

[lifesa_witch]

"In theory, they could. But it wouldn't last very long, or be very strong." Magica turned the broom upside down to use the handle to draw images in the dirt as she explained.

"Creation is the most difficult power of all. To create something from nothing takes time and energy. But if you put less in both, what you come up with will show that. For example... the clothes I wear? I create them easily enough because I know I look good in anything, so I don't put much thought into it. As such, they tear easier and dirty faster than your robes. But if I wished, I could create a gown that rivals the highest queen that would be as impenetrable as a suit of armor, in about a day or two."

[richestduck]

And Magica would probably be surprised to look up and see Scrooge pausing in his work to listen to the explanation.

"So if you were to create something through a dream, it'd have to be through one of your naps that lasts for days or it wouldn't last?"