Sabrina Spellman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
signed_sabrina) wrote2020-07-07 11:16 pm
signed_sabrina) wrote2020-07-07 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
[after; marcus]
When Sabrina finally leaves the apartment building, after she's able to keep from pressing herself to the closed door of Nick's apartment and weeping, after the promise to meet up with Charlie and Rosie as soon as she can, it's morning. Not long after dawn, and thankfully it's not too hot or too busy yet. Salem insists on being carried, and she thinks it must be so the little purring mechanism of his feline body can be pressed to her own broken heart.
Maybe that's a selfish way to put it, when she has Charlie, when she has Rosie, but there's so many things she's lost, in losing Nick.
Her eyes are heavy and she knows they're rimmed in red, another reason she's glad the streets are fairly empty. She cries into Salem's fur, very quietly, on the sparsely populated train, and spares a moment to stare at her phone. Just as she's about to attempt a text to Marcus, about coming home early this morning, about what's happened, a message pops up from Dan, simply informing her that he's made sure Marcus will be waiting for her. Benefits, somewhat, of living with a psychic.
She almost sits down on the path up to the house, remembering how she'd found Nick here that day, only nudged forward by an insistent familiar. Sabrina finally gets herself through the door, shockingly exhausted, and when she calls out for Marcus, it's with a sob in her throat.
Maybe that's a selfish way to put it, when she has Charlie, when she has Rosie, but there's so many things she's lost, in losing Nick.
Her eyes are heavy and she knows they're rimmed in red, another reason she's glad the streets are fairly empty. She cries into Salem's fur, very quietly, on the sparsely populated train, and spares a moment to stare at her phone. Just as she's about to attempt a text to Marcus, about coming home early this morning, about what's happened, a message pops up from Dan, simply informing her that he's made sure Marcus will be waiting for her. Benefits, somewhat, of living with a psychic.
She almost sits down on the path up to the house, remembering how she'd found Nick here that day, only nudged forward by an insistent familiar. Sabrina finally gets herself through the door, shockingly exhausted, and when she calls out for Marcus, it's with a sob in her throat.