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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"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."
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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?"
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"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.