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[212 Possibility] Cross Her Palm (Disney Ducks)
Title: Cross Her Palm
Fandom: Disney Ducks
Characters/Pairings: Daisy Duck/Magica De Spell
Rating: G
Words: 226
Notes:Ask me about Disney comics' portrayal of Daisy Duck's femininity.
It’s a silly thing, Daisy realizes, but silly things are fun—something men never seem to understand. She opens her palm to the woman in the shadows. The coins on the soothsayer’s shawl jingle as she leans forward and touches Daisy’s fingers one by one to open her palm. It sends a surprising shiver of pleasure down her spine.
The woman smiles and looks up at her with eyes that see too much. Suddenly, this doesn’t seem so silly anymore. “What… what do you see?”
“A beautiful girl,” says the witch in a voice like the hum of fire, “who is wasting herself on worthless boys.”
Daisy’s words stop in her throat. What does one say to that?
“You owe them nothing. The one that’s good for nothing, or the one that’s all flash with no substance.” Her fingers caress Daisy’s palm, no longer even pretending it is for the sake of her craft. “There are other possibilities. Stay open to them. Stay open to your deepest desires...”
Daisy snatched her hand back, but it is not a fit of temper that makes her shoot out of the chair. “I... Well, I never!” She turns and runs, her heart beating wild with excitement.
Back in her tent, Magica De Spell leans back. That was a start. She is patient. She can wait.
Fandom: Disney Ducks
Characters/Pairings: Daisy Duck/Magica De Spell
Rating: G
Words: 226
Notes:
It’s a silly thing, Daisy realizes, but silly things are fun—something men never seem to understand. She opens her palm to the woman in the shadows. The coins on the soothsayer’s shawl jingle as she leans forward and touches Daisy’s fingers one by one to open her palm. It sends a surprising shiver of pleasure down her spine.
The woman smiles and looks up at her with eyes that see too much. Suddenly, this doesn’t seem so silly anymore. “What… what do you see?”
“A beautiful girl,” says the witch in a voice like the hum of fire, “who is wasting herself on worthless boys.”
Daisy’s words stop in her throat. What does one say to that?
“You owe them nothing. The one that’s good for nothing, or the one that’s all flash with no substance.” Her fingers caress Daisy’s palm, no longer even pretending it is for the sake of her craft. “There are other possibilities. Stay open to them. Stay open to your deepest desires...”
Daisy snatched her hand back, but it is not a fit of temper that makes her shoot out of the chair. “I... Well, I never!” She turns and runs, her heart beating wild with excitement.
Back in her tent, Magica De Spell leans back. That was a start. She is patient. She can wait.