we're lying on the moon [charlie, nick, rosie]

[signed_sabrina]

After the party mostly wraps up, the night's hardly over.

The moon might not be full, but there's enough of a moon for their purposes, and Sabrina's located a clearing-- familiar at least to Charlie as somewhere she's taken him before-- for some moon-bathing. A fire doesn't seem quite right, but it's chilly enough that she's set up a charm to make the clearing much more like a late spring, early summer night. Just warm enough to strip down, and just cool enough that pressing up against another warm body feels good, she thinks.

A leather jacket over her dress, and her heels swapped out for something more comfortable, Sabrina lights up the lantern-- this one an orb of light not unlike the moon itself.

"Ready?" she asks, beaming at her people, as they stand at the edge of the woods, the clearing within and a basket at her feet. "Don't worry about the weather. I've got it handled. I mean, where we're going, not all the weather."

That was just a one time thing, she swears.

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[awickedtime]

It's a much more familiar ritual to Nick than it is to Charlie and Rosie, so Nick stands back and he lets her explain it to them, his hands hanging loosely at his side.

"Doesn't have to have anything to do with the Dark Lord at all," he says. "It can be just something for the four of us."

[forthsofar]

Rosie listens quietly to Sabrina's explanation, Nick's reassurances, all of it only confirming how right the choice--all of her choices, everything that's led her here--is. How much she wants to be here, doing exactly this with all of them. "Then it'll be ours," she says. "Not anyone, or anything, else's."

Rosie looks from Sabrina to Nick and back again, glancing over at Charlie too, as he stands there next to her. "I'm ready."