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The work of weeks culminates tonight, and though Sabrina has spent most of those weeks crawling around buildings with chalk, making holes in the ground or in walls where she can stash some protective charms, and taking tiny catnaps of exhaustion, she regrets none of the work.

And the final touch, to be placed upon Leviathan tonight, has her buzzing in anticipation.

It's not all she's buzzing about.

Do not use the Purge as date night, warns some voice in her head that sounds like nearly every authority figure ever, and she's not! She really isn't.

But it's her birthday, and Jules is coming over, and they're going to wear costumes! Maybe they can rig up a projector and watch a movie, depending on how bad the Purge is outside. It's a whole night together, with plans to see if they can haul breakfast over to the bunker in the morning.

So if she's waiting, in costume, nose practically pressed up against the glass of the door, for Jules to get here, aware of the fading daylight and feeling a little excited, surely it doesn't make her a terrible person.

She hopes so, anyway.

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As Jules makes her way to Leviathan, close to sunset but early enough not to risk being out when the alarm sounds, she finds herself more excited than nervous. Maybe it's just because she's had something else to focus on during the lead-up to an event that quite literally sounds like something straight out of a horror movie, or maybe it's because Halloween has always been her favorite holiday. Either way, it's been easier than she would have expected not to spiral into fear over it. She'll be with Sabrina, and she trusts Sabrina's magic to keep them safe, enough that they should be able to have some fun tonight instead of just cowering in fear.

There's a spring in her step and extensions in her hair as she makes her way down the eerily empty sidewalk, clad in a costume she couldn't pass up. As she's explained it, Hocus Pocus might not be the most enlightened or accurate depiction of witchcraft, but it is an iconic piece of '90s pop culture and a queer cult classic, making it kind of a no-brainer. She has a duffel bag in tow, too, with pajamas to change into later, some snacks, and in the very bottom, a small, carefully wrapped present. It's not only Halloween, after all, but Brina's birthday, too, and she can't just do nothing for that.

She beams when she reaches the shop, her smile only widening when she steps inside and really gets a look at Sabrina's costume. "Holy shit, you look amazing."

Sabrina lights up, even as she's already taking pains to lock the door behind Jules. There's a large ceremonial sword resting against the doorframe, waiting its turn for the final ward, one she's putting off until the sirens blare.

But now, now she can surge easily up to catch Jules's face in her hands, kissing her hello.

"Hey," she breathes, pulling back, crackling with adrenaline and pleased energy. "You look amazing too, wow. It's enough to make a girl forget about the looming threat of violence."

"I try," Jules says, bright and teasing, giving a little twirl for good measure when Sabrina steps back. Really, she knows it's probably better if they don't forget about the looming threat of violence altogether, but she is more than happy to both distract and be distracted, especially if it means Sabrina smiling and kissing her like that. If this is how they get through it, this Purge thing won't be so bad at all in practice, however horrific in concept.

"I mean, my favorite holiday and your birthday? That's an occasion to go all out for."

If Sabrina's well-practiced at anything, it's enjoying herself even in ominous circumstances. She reaches out and takes Jules by the hand, leading her away from the front and signs of, well, impending violence-- into the back, lit more by eccentric lamps than candles for now.

"I haven't had a normal birthday since I turned sixteen," she says, the memories no longer as painful as they'd once been. "It was supposed to be my Dark Baptism. I didn't exactly do what I was supposed to, then."

Instead of swearing herself to the Dark Lord, she'd destroyed the entire Church of Night. Oops.

"Halloween's still my favorite, though."

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Jules teases, all warm and pleased, her hand wrapped around Sabrina's as she follows her further back into the store. She loves it here, and even more than that loves seeing Sabrina in her element like this. Any other business in Darrow with glass windows and items that one might consider worth stealing would be the last place she'd want to be tonight, but it's easy, easier than it should be, to put her faith in the girl in front of her. Jules is pretty sure that she winds up increasingly enamored with every moment she spends around Sabrina. She's also pretty sure she doesn't mind that at all.

"You not doing what you were supposed to, I mean." Once they're tucked away in the back, she shrugs her bag off her shoulder. "Dark Baptism sounds... daunting, anyway."

Sabrina doesn't quite tackle Jules to the couch, but it's a near thing. She has to hike her skirt up to crawl into the other girl's lap, unable to keep from looking anything other than immensely pleased with herself.

Even when the Church of Night is the topic at hand.

"It was," she agrees, "as a member of a witch bloodline, I was meant to sign the Dark Lord's book when I turned sixteen. Sign my name and myself over to do his bidding for more power of my own." The smile dims a little. "I thought I could do it, but when the time arrived, I just couldn't sign my name away. It caused a lot of problems that my family didn't deserve, but even a couple months later, everything had," and she lets out an irritated giggle, "really gone to Hell, and it didn't matter anymore."

Admittedly, Jules is a little distracted when she first sits down on the couch. With Sabrina perched in her lap and smiling like that, it's difficult to think about much of anything else. She wants to hear this, though — wants to know everything, like she'd echoed Sabrina saying back when they first kissed at Pride. That applies even more so to this part of Sabrina's life, not because it matters more but because it's leagues away from anything Jules has ever experienced or could imagine, and she wants to understand it all.

Then again, the way Sabrina tells her about this now, it might not be all that different after all.

"I mean, yeah," she says, an emphatic sort of agreement, her hands settling on Sabrina's waist as she looks up at the gorgeous, rebellious witch with whom she's found herself utterly enamored. "Signing yourself over to a man for more power? Sounds like some patriarchal bullshit, if you ask me."

The story's easier to tell than Sabrina thought it might be, but time's a funny thing. Really funny, when a year of her life, the last year of her life, had been chopped up into sections of dreaming with her life here. Here in Darrow, where she's older than she'd ever get to be in Greendale.

At least she thinks so.

"A goat man, no less," she agrees. "He wasn't able to take proper shape for a while, and then I'd have done anything to reduce him to a goat man again." Biting her lip for a moment, she finally decides to add, "In case it's not clear, he wasn't just some Satanic wannabe. He was Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell."

She trusts Jules, but her hands tremble just a little when she says, "And I found out a couple of months afterward that he's my father. Blood-wise. My sire, he liked to say. Making me Sabrina Morningstar, if I wanted that name."

With the bits and pieces she's gleaned about Sabrina's life so far, it doesn't entirely surprise Jules to hear what she says about Lucifer, King of Hell. Not as much as it otherwise would have, anyway. All of it might be strange and a little surreal to her, but the girl in her lap is nothing but real. From that perspective, it's easier to let it be real for her, too.

She can't hide the way her nose wrinkles with distaste at the word sire, but that's the least important thing here. Her hands rest over Sabrina's where they shake slightly, and she lifts her head, pressing her lips to Sabrina's, just where her teeth were a moment before.

"From what you've said, I'm guessing you didn't want it?" she asks. It's not what's really important, though, and she wants Sabrina to know that. "Honestly, all of that and you are who you are now? You're such a fucking badass."

For a fraction of a second, her heart drops at the little face Jules makes, but then there's warm hands on hers and an even warmer mouth pressing to her lips.

She melts, not unlike her literary kin, draping herself over Jules and kissing her back with a note of urgency, of relief. "I didn't want any of it," she murmurs. "Not the titles, not the throne, certainly not the actual job. I ended up with it anyway, for a while." Pulling back just enough to meet Jules's eyes, she admits, "You're dating the former Queen of Hell. I can even take you to see my throne. It showed up here in the woods with my last set of memories."

For all that the confession tries to stick in her throat, she's so relieved to have it out of her-- and she finds she's not at all afraid Jules will pull away.

At least until the Purge alarm begins to blare outside.

"Shit."

If there's anything at all daunting about the prospect of dating the Queen of Hell, former or otherwise, it's entirely countered by the sound of Sabrina's voice, the way it feels to have her pressed close like this. It might be impossibly far from anything she ever imagined, but that's not at all a bad thing. Nothing that feels like this could be. And maybe, some distant part of her mind thinks, maybe it's a good thing that the respective shit they've been through is so wildly different. Everything with Rue always hit way too close to home, making it so that she never even felt like she could talk about any of that. It's different here, freeing in the best way.

She wants to tell Sabrina everything about her own past, all the baggage she's carried around with her. More than that, though, she really wants to keep kissing her girlfriend, which is what she starts to do, before the sound of the alarm intervenes.

"Fucking Purge," she says, sounding entirely put-out by the inconvenience. "Do you need to double check any... spells, or anything?"

"Fucking Purge," Sabrina agrees, irritated for only a moment. She steals another kiss from Jules and then disentangles herself. "There's one last thing to do, the final lockdown ward, and then we're safe as can be."

Since she's already confessed to her Morningstar bloodline, she lets herself admit, voice brightening, "The sirens are badass. This is definitely a scene in a scary movie, and I'm enjoying it enough that I should really slow my roll but... end of the world makeouts are pretty hot."

Heading for the door, she's joined by Salem, who mrrs loudly as she grabs the giant sword at the door. Salem gets a nose boop, and then she opens the door, turning back to Jules. "It's just going to take a minute, but you can join me if you want."

"Yeah, sure," Jules says, straightening her skirt as she gets to her feet. It's probably early in the evening for her to be flushed and slightly disheveled and really, really eager to get back to kissing her girlfriend, but, well, Sabrina isn't wrong. End of the world makeouts are pretty hot, as it turns out. So is Brina's ability to handle all of this. Jules may be new to the whole magic actually being real thing, and she'd be lying if she said it wasn't an adjustment, but mostly, she just repeatedly finds herself in awe of how fucking powerful Sabrina is.

So of course she wants to join her, fascinated to see what this final lockdown ward entails. Because this is all still somewhat new to her, she wants to take everything in, to understand Sabrina's world as she becomes part of it.

"And then we can get back to the end of the world makeouts. Since, yeah. Pretty hot."

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