Sabrina Spellman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
signed_sabrina) wrote2019-03-14 02:50 pm
signed_sabrina) wrote2019-03-14 02:50 pm
rings like a bell through the night
Sabrina's grateful she has the key to Leviathan tonight, letting herself and Salem in, dragging the bags she's collected (not enough for all of her things, so there's a couple of trash bags holding clothes that she doesn't drag for fear of ripping them). She locks the door behind her, and then, glancing around the dim shop, unlocks it once more. She's safe here; there's hardly someone chasing her down to return her and send Salem-- away.
Mrrrr.
"Stop pretending you can actually read my mind. But I know, I know you could have gotten away."
Mrrrorrr.
"But you wouldn't, just like I would rather figure this out."
She thinks maybe she ought to be more panicked; she's run away from the Home after having a very particular privilege revoked. This is the safest place she can think of, or at least the safest place that she wouldn't endanger. She can recognize the drama in her thinking, but maybe that's where she's hiding the panic.
Sitting down on the floor, letting Salem nestle in her lap, she makes a couple of calls, selfishly grateful they go to voicemail.
"Charlie, it's me. There was-- I got in trouble at the Home, and they were, they were going to try to take Salem, and I guess I ran away. I mean, I did run away. I'm at the store right now. I really want to see you. Listen, they are really mad at me and I did just run away, so I don't think I can come back with you. I don't want to get you in trouble. Or Newt and Kavinsky. I have a couple of ideas. But I'd really feel a lot better if I could see you."
"Hi, Marcus? This is, this is Sabrina. I need help. The people at the Home are really mad at me, and I am sure I deserve it, but I can't go back like this. I'm working on a place to stay but I was hoping you could help me with the part where they don't send police to bring me back or anything. I'm at Leviathan."
There's a text or two to Rosie and some others, to reassure them that she's taken off but is safe. And then she sits and waits, Salem's purrs vibrating through her until she can just let herself fade into the shadows around her.
Mrrrr.
"Stop pretending you can actually read my mind. But I know, I know you could have gotten away."
Mrrrorrr.
"But you wouldn't, just like I would rather figure this out."
She thinks maybe she ought to be more panicked; she's run away from the Home after having a very particular privilege revoked. This is the safest place she can think of, or at least the safest place that she wouldn't endanger. She can recognize the drama in her thinking, but maybe that's where she's hiding the panic.
Sitting down on the floor, letting Salem nestle in her lap, she makes a couple of calls, selfishly grateful they go to voicemail.
"Charlie, it's me. There was-- I got in trouble at the Home, and they were, they were going to try to take Salem, and I guess I ran away. I mean, I did run away. I'm at the store right now. I really want to see you. Listen, they are really mad at me and I did just run away, so I don't think I can come back with you. I don't want to get you in trouble. Or Newt and Kavinsky. I have a couple of ideas. But I'd really feel a lot better if I could see you."
"Hi, Marcus? This is, this is Sabrina. I need help. The people at the Home are really mad at me, and I am sure I deserve it, but I can't go back like this. I'm working on a place to stay but I was hoping you could help me with the part where they don't send police to bring me back or anything. I'm at Leviathan."
There's a text or two to Rosie and some others, to reassure them that she's taken off but is safe. And then she sits and waits, Salem's purrs vibrating through her until she can just let herself fade into the shadows around her.