[the purge]

[signed_sabrina]

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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[astheocean]

"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."