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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[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?"

[lifesa_witch]

Not only was she surprised by that, she was also surprised in how much she was enjoying this... boring conversation. It was standard business for her, so why was it so... nice? She couldn't put her finger on it.

"Precisely. But I can't say I've ever heard of a god who created through dreams... but at the same time, I can't say I know all the gods." A dismissive hand wave. "Most of them are so annoying. That's why I spend more time here on the mortal plane."

[richestduck]

"For more than just seducing innocent farm boys, I'll wager," he teased.

[lifesa_witch]

Why did such a cute mouth have to keep ruining things by being open?

"Oi, I'll have you know they're way worse. Many of them would use their powers to manipulate your mind for pleasure! I'd never stoop so low."

[richestduck]

"For that I actually respect you," Scrooge said bluntly. "If you'd wanted, you could've won our 'bet' the first night, but you're taking the hard road."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica considered taking the compliment - for half a moment.

"It wouldn't be any fun. Besides... I doubt there's much in that head to mess with."

[richestduck]

He snorted, bending his head back over the saddle as he resumed oiling it.

"I'm no Ludwig, but I think you'd be surprised."

[lifesa_witch]

"Nobody is like Ludwig, and we should all be grateful for that." Magica turned the broom right side up to resume sweeping. "No accounting for Matilda's taste."

[richestduck]

"He's certainly different than everyone else around here. Matilda's not without suitors, but none of them's caught her eye." He paused. "How well do you know Ludwig?"

[lifesa_witch]

"I've known him all my life. He thinks I'm interesting." Her own pause. "Obviously I am, but he doesn't go into specifics."