Sabrina Spellman (
signed_sabrina) wrote2019-08-15 07:11 pm
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listen to the wind blow (down comes the night)
damn your love, damn your lies
i. Charlie
ii. Rosie
i. Charlie & Kavinsky
ii. Marcus
iii. Sam
[Collection post for Sabrina's threads during Lucifer's possession of Nick.]
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Packing up his kit with whatever he could think of, he slung his bag over his shoulder, texting Lisbeth where he was going, and then he hobbled downstairs to wait for the car he'd called. The driver eyed his crutches and the empty left leg of his jeans skeptically, but said nothing as Sam tossed his bag and crutches into the backseat and climbed in.
Outside of Marcus's cabin, Sam tipped the driver and made his way carefully up the uneven walk, eyeing the shuttered windows with a growing sense of dread. Knocking on the door, he called out, "Sabrina? It's just me."
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"Come in," she adds, moving so he has room to maneuver inside. "Marcus is just out to grab some supplies, but he'll be back soon. And, um, it's probably better I tell it all." Waving at the couch, she says, "You should sit down. This is a sitting down kind of conversation. At least for me."
She flashes a smile that looks more worried than anything, and locks the door behind him.
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"What's, uh. What's going on?"
He didn't blame her for not giving him any details over text, but all the evasiveness was making him worry. Honestly, he had a feeling that he wasn't quite worried enough.
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She sets her hands down in her lap, curled into loose fists.
"I need to save Nick, and I-- I don't know how yet. I don't know how we get rid of Lucifer without sending anyone to Hell. I don't think we can reach Hell."