Sabrina Spellman (
signed_sabrina) wrote2021-04-11 02:32 pm
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For a very short time, Sabrina considers avoiding Charlie.
He's going to read her unhappiness as easily as ever, and then she's going to have to talk about it, this thing that she feels like she's only a breath away from ruining. Only it would hurt them both to do it, and he'd figure that much out too.
It still seems like some kind of betrayal, to carry these feelings, to consider pouring out her griefs about others to Charlie. Some part of her insists she doesn't deserve the comfort, that part that always belongs to the Night, that part that whispers just like him that she ought to let what hurts her keep giving pain and to grow strong off of it.
Sabrina hates how much she can't tell who the idea really belongs to.
She waits until dark, and then she sneaks in through Charlie's window even if she doesn't have to, kicking off her shoes and crawling into his bed.
He's going to read her unhappiness as easily as ever, and then she's going to have to talk about it, this thing that she feels like she's only a breath away from ruining. Only it would hurt them both to do it, and he'd figure that much out too.
It still seems like some kind of betrayal, to carry these feelings, to consider pouring out her griefs about others to Charlie. Some part of her insists she doesn't deserve the comfort, that part that always belongs to the Night, that part that whispers just like him that she ought to let what hurts her keep giving pain and to grow strong off of it.
Sabrina hates how much she can't tell who the idea really belongs to.
She waits until dark, and then she sneaks in through Charlie's window even if she doesn't have to, kicking off her shoes and crawling into his bed.
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Charlie tangles his fingers into the white-blonde strands of her hair, cradling the back of her head. "So maybe you need to say that to her?" he says, gently. "She's from a different time to us, Brina. Being with you...being your girlfriend...it means...It's a big thing for her, right? It's a adjustment." He frowns, slightly, stroking her arm. "And if it's not a bridge you can cross then...maybe you guys need to talk about what that means." He shrugs. "You know I'll support you both whatever. I'll love you whatever. Always."
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She tenses slightly at that last bit, pressing her face into his neck for a moment or two.
"I'm okay with her not wanting that title. I just feel... stupid, a little, and worried."
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He feels her tense, feels the way that she presses against him, and he combs his fingers through her hair until she speaks again.
"Stupid? Why?"
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Her face crumples a little.
"I feel so wrong, like I'm a wrong thing. Not just this. Maybe that's why it hurts so badly, though. No matter that I tried to do it differently, I still ruined it."
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"You're allowed to feel things, Brina. You both are. But the problem with that is, sometimes your feelings are going to get in the way of each other. That's...kind of what living with another person is, I guess." He thinks about his mom when he says it; she either wore her feelings close to the surface or it was like there was no-one home at all. "And I don't think you ruined anything. I think you both just need some time to breathe."
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She pushes back the tears, turning her head so her chin rests against his shoulder.
"Did I skip being worried about being bisexual? Am I bisexual?" Dark eyes peek up at him, genuinely puzzled, and then a little smile, because she can't help it, where Charlie's concerned. "And what about you? If that gender-changing thing happened to me, would you kick me out bed?"
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"Honestly? I think labels are kind of overrated," says Charlie, stroking his hand down her back. "Unless they're really important to, which they might be to Rosie, in which case...awesome, I guess? But that's something she needs to figure out for herself." He thinks about her other question for a long moment. "I don't...have experience with guys, but I guess I'm not, like, inherently adverse to the idea or anything." He drops a kiss into her hair. "And, anyway, that's a trick question. You'd still be you, so, no. Never kicking you out of bed. Ever."
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But she's also more than ready for a distraction from the hurt she's been nursing, and so she moves away from the topic.
"Hm, maybe this place will get a notion and let me test you on it," she murmurs, nosing against his neck. "I hope I'd be a hot guy, at least."
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"Can't see how you'd be anything else," says Charlie, feeling the way that Sabrina's mood shifts, as she nuzzles into the line of her jaw. "Probably like, a foot taller than me and properly ripped."