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Sabrina Spellman ([personal profile] signed_sabrina) wrote2018-12-30 11:43 am

got the devil in her heart

Sabrina leaves a note on her door-- Went to the woods, be back before dark --S-- for anyone to see, and she packs a black candle, matches, a knife, and a few other assorted items into her school bag. Her familiar waits at the front door of the Home, patient and ready.

"I'm fine," she tells someone as she heads out, though she's not, not at all, and it reads on her face.

The train takes her far enough, and they leave a double track of footprints in the snow, human and cat, until she's just deep enough in the woods that it's trees everywhere.

She finds a tree stump quickly enough, and Salem leaps up to watch her warm a bit of old candle wax so the fresh black candle will sit upright. Sabrina doesn't waste tie with ceremony; her movements are brisk and efficient.

Light the candle. Cut your finger. Let the flame eat your blood. Ring the bell times thirteen.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

The candle burns down, and Sabrina begins to talk.

"I don't know if you're here or not. I don't know if you can hear me from here, but I need to you listen." The voice coming out of her thrums low and raw. "I did what you asked. I signed your book, and we both know it's a matter of time before everything in my mortal life falls apart. I did what you wanted and now I'm here, because either you're fucking with me or you're not as powerful as you could be. See, I was willing to rule you out until that dream. Except it wasn't just a dream, they told me I wasn't the first to talk about dreams that feel real, delusions about a place besides this, and I just know."

She wipes at her cheeks, leaving a streak of blood.

"So if this is you, then I compel you. I, Sabrina Spellman, compel you, the Dark Lord whose Book holds my name, to take me or leave me. I could be happy here. I can be happy here. I did what you want, I wrote my name and if you're going to take this back, just do it and I'll go back and keep my end of things." Her voice grows louder and louder. "Listen to me, I fought it but you have my name, and if you're going to leave me here you had better let me go." She presses her hand to her mouth, and sucks in a wet breath, and then she's just standing there, breathing until it's all she can hear in the trees.
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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)

"Both," he says, and then closes the distance between them so that he can take her injured hand in his, examining the cut. "A bit, anyway? I've been to Salem. I know John Proctor was real?"

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)

"The devil," says Charlie, like he's making sure. He tugs a clean handkerchief out of his pocket and starts taking care of her hand. "Calling it the Path of Night makes it sound really sinister."

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)

"I can't think of anything to do with you as bad or evil or anything, but..." He frowns but he also doesn't let go of her hand. All of this felt beyond the realms of possibility, like something from a fairytale. But they are also having this conversation in a pocket universe or something, so who knew what was actually possible?

"So then what's supposed to happen?"

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)

The next question that occurs to him femme s incredibly selfish, but it feels like something he had to ask anyway.

"What would it mean for us... If you were, I mean?" He looks down at their linked hands.

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)

He doesn't let go of her hand. He has no intention of letting go. He squeezes her fingers.

"Let me choose what?" He asks. He keeps feeling lost in all of this; he's got no point of reference for any of this.

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)

"None of this feels real," admits Charlie, his voice low and a little rough. "But...I know I'm just a normal kid, Sabrina. I know that none of this happens where I come from...or, at least, I don't think it does. I am so, so freaking out of my depth."

He steps closer, reaching up to rub at the blood on her face with the pad of his thumb.

"But I'm here. And I'm not going anywhere."

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)

"The way I see it, you might as well," he murmurs, and then he sucks on the pad of his thumb so that he can properly wipe at the blood on her face. "And if we end up up shit's creek, at least we'll be there together, right?"

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)

He curls his arm around her shoulders, tugging her in closer.

"Come to the New Year's Eve party with me," he says. "And we'll figure everything else out as we go."

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[personal profile] teenagerenegade 2018-12-30 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)

He drops a kiss into her hair.

"I don't really know what we're doing here," he murmurs quietly. "But I know I like it. I know I dont want it to stop. And I can't promise I won't freak out, sometimes, but I'll do my best, okay? For you."