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]

He sat down on the bed beside her and took her into his arms, holding her against his chest without a word. One hand came up to pet her hair. (It was just as soft as he'd expected it to be, perhaps even softer...)

[lifesa_witch]

She curled up against him, feeling weak and pitiful. How bizarre that she now wished for once she wasn't a goddess, but a mortal like him. She silently nuzzled her beak to his neck, but otherwise didn't pressure him forward, didn't try to seduce or pull him in.

[richestduck]

He continued to stroke her hair for several long minutes. Then he kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her neck, slowly making his way downward...

[lifesa_witch]

He wanted it. He wanted her. Wasn't that enough? She didn't stop him, but didn't outright encourage him either. She laid down, closing her eyes, trying not to cry.

[richestduck]

He stopped.

"...I can't. If you're not wanting it, I can't..."

[lifesa_witch]

"I don't know what I want." She admitted pitifully. "You've made me all... confused."

[richestduck]

He gave a bitter chuckle. "Now you know how I feel."

[lifesa_witch]

She reached up to him. "... Hold me. Don't make love to me... just... just hold me."

[richestduck]

"Aye. I can do that."

He held her close, closing his eyes and resting his chin on her shoulder. This...this he could do as he drank in her scent, wanting to remember it.

[lifesa_witch]

She curled up to him once more, ducking her head underneath him. She wanted to stay just like this - maybe sleep like this, one of those eternal sleeps she'd been afraid of. "Stay with me."

[richestduck]

He moved to rest his chin atop her head. "I will."

Until morning at the least. Why oh why did she have to be a goddess?

[lifesa_witch]

She was thinking the same question, over and over, even as she fell into a deep sleep in his arms. Why, oh why.