signed_sabrina | [the purge]

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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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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