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signed_sabrina) wrote2019-06-12 02:47 pm
signed_sabrina) wrote2019-06-12 02:47 pm
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Sabrina locks the doors to Leviathan as quickly and carefully as she can manage without fumbling the key. Their hour of sunlight is already fading, and while she currently has all the supplies they'll need for magical defense (subject to an advance on her paycheck), time shouldn't be wasted.
She puts the keys in her coat pocket, giving Charlie a smile before she starts to pull her scarf up again. "I think if we're quick, we'll be fine," she says. All of it is strange and wrong and dangerous, but Sabrina can't help but feel like there's something more. What that could mean to her, about her, she doesn't want to think about.
Taking his hand, she glances up and down the street. It wouldn't be safe for Salem here, so easy to spot against the snow, but she misses his sense of hearing. She thinks she hears something, but the wind chooses that moment to pick up, and she winces, automatically turning into the shelter of Charlie's body for warmth.
She puts the keys in her coat pocket, giving Charlie a smile before she starts to pull her scarf up again. "I think if we're quick, we'll be fine," she says. All of it is strange and wrong and dangerous, but Sabrina can't help but feel like there's something more. What that could mean to her, about her, she doesn't want to think about.
Taking his hand, she glances up and down the street. It wouldn't be safe for Salem here, so easy to spot against the snow, but she misses his sense of hearing. She thinks she hears something, but the wind chooses that moment to pick up, and she winces, automatically turning into the shelter of Charlie's body for warmth.