listen to the wind blow (down comes the night)

[signed_sabrina]

running in the shadows
damn your love, damn your lies

i. Charlie
ii. Rosie

listen to the wind blow (watch the sun rise)

i. Charlie & Kavinsky
ii. Marcus
iii. Sam


[Collection post for Sabrina's threads during Lucifer's possession of Nick.]

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Re: the devil you know

[signed_sabrina]

Sabrina's on her bed with a large, witchy-looking book in her lap, one Charlie might recognize from one of the worst days she's ever had. Even if it doesn't contain further information she can use, somehow-- somehow it seems like it might inspire her.

She holds out her hand to him, because she needs him more than ever.

"What didn't make sense was Nick acting like a completely different person. This-- I did the spell, but I know I'm right. That's what this feeling has been all along."

Re: the devil you know

[teenagerenegade]

"So.." Charlie frowns, coming to sit at the foot of her bed. He's got a feeling that the world is sudenly moving a little bit faster than he is. "It's like a doppelganger situation? This guy just...looks like our Nick?"

[signed_sabrina]

"Worse than that," Sabrina answers, just barely keeping from scooting over into Charlie's lap. "That's Nick's body, and I believe Nick is in there. Someone else is just... riding him."

Here, her voice takes that pained sound again.

[teenagerenegade]

He reaches out, stroking her ankle as he listens to her, eyebrows drawn together in a frown.

"...You...Do you know who it is?" he asks. "Who's in there with him?" Based on her face, he's got a bad feeling that she has.

[signed_sabrina]

She's trying not to crumple with the weight of it, focusing on his touch to center her. The whole world might as well be spinning out of control.

"I know who it is. What it is," she whispers. "It's him, of course. The Dark Lord. Lucifer Morningstar. He has Nick again."

She's gone white, drained of color.

"I feel like I'm going to be sick."

[teenagerenegade]

Charlie's stomach feels like it drops away, but that's got to be nothing compared to how that knowledge makes Sabrina feel. He leans, grabbing the waste-paper basket from the side of her desk, putting it where they can get it if they need it.

"Holy shit," he says, softly. "The actual Devil?"

[signed_sabrina]

Sabrina nods, because somehow actually saying it has made it more true. She makes herself say the rest of it, even if they both know, because she has to say it. "Also known as my biological father. I don't know what he's capable of here, just that it can't be too long before he starts doing something, anything."

[teenagerenegade]

"Christ," he says, softly, his fingers stroking gently along her arm. "Okay. Shit. Right." He closes his eyes, tries to centre himself. The last thing she needs right now is her freaking out. "So what do we do next?"

Because there's got to be something they can do, right? This can't be it.