#°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: 02. / nightmares lurking in your good intentions. ✧ˊˎ°

[mysteryprone]

"i had a feeling something terrible was going to happen." harley @ sab uwu

derry girls. / accepting. 

       ❛ you… did? ❜ well, that’s an interesting development. sabrina runs her hands through her hair, fingers tangling in the white locks as she considers the girl in front of her. harley’s been through — some unique experiences, to say the least. sabrina had considered that there was a chance harley would come back as something a little less than human, but she’d mostly dismissed the idea once the spell had been finished and there was a very human looking girl left laying on the ground of the woods. she’d been too tired in the moment to really notice anything ( really, she still isn’t totally sure of anything that happened in the immediate 48 hours after harley’s return ), but her aunties hadn’t mentioned anything and noah hadn’t hinted that there was anything different about the harley he remembered. 

      but this? this changes things. the two of them stand on the sidewalk, sabrina’s heart still racing and harley’s hand still grasping her arm with that iron grip she’d used to pull her out of the way of a speeding car — something sabrina should’ve been aware of ( something she’s trying her best not to kick herself for, for being so distracted something like that had slipped her mind ) and something that should’ve been too fast for harley to react to in time. even through the buzzing in sabrina’s mind, she can sense a something radiating from harley, and she’s surprised she hasn’t noticed it until now. a part of her wonders if maybe it hadn’t been there until now. 

       ❛ well, i mean— thanks for, like, y’know. ❜ she grimaces, glancing back to the road before tilting her head back to harley, a curious expression shining in her eyes. ❛ but, um. wanna tell me a bit more about what the feeling was? ❜ she blinks, smiling at her friend in what she hopes is an innocent enough way. ❛ just curious! ❜

[mysteryprone]

☕ also noah and sab ......... hot choclit

small things of winter. / accepting. / @nervecheck

☕ → blowing the heat off of a warm beverage

       ❛ hey. ❜

       he hasn’t moved from the table for hours now, and it’s almost impossible not to pick up on the frustration practically radiating off of him.

       ( it does, however, take a lot longer to notice the notes of anxiety, and — this is what’s worrying her more — desperation twisting through the air. something about him seems more frantic than usual, and she wonders if something happened last time he was in the woods. )

       she sidles up next to noah, leaning against his chair as she peeks over his shoulder to get a better look at the tome currently taking up half of the counter’s free space. she can’t see the cover, but she recognizes the colour of the paper, and she realizes it must have have come from one of their bookshelves. the pages are dusty, almost too dusty to read ( she’s found the source of the cloud of dust floating through the kitchen, at least ), and on a closer look, she’s not totally certain the contents of the pages are meant for mortal eyes to read, and the desire to get noah away from this book suddenly seems much more urgent than her previous plan to just get him to take a break. 

       almost as if he’s read her mind — or maybe he has, she can never tell with salem — her familiar hops off of her shoulders and onto the book, looking up at noah smugly as he curls up directly on top of it, obscuring his view. sabrina takes this chance to bump her chin against the top of noah’s head to get him to turn around, and she smiles sheepishly at him, lifting her hands up to reveal two steaming cups of hot cocoa. 

       ❛ thought you might wanna come sit with me? ❜ she glances at salem, amusement curling at her lips. ❛ i promise i didn’t tell him to do that so you’d come sit with me, but also there’s no way you’re getting him off of there for a while. ❜ she holds out one mug towards him, a lopsided grin on her face. ❛ you might as well. ❜

       sabrina’s fingers tap gently against the ceramic as they make their way to the couch, and she settles in comfortably, bringing the mug up to her lips and blowing on it gently as she watches him sit next to her. she nudges his knee gently with her foot to get his attention while he’s in the middle of cooling down his own drink, her eyes softening once he looks back to her. trying to keep her voice casual, she nods towards his drink. 

       ❛ i can put a marshmallow in there if you want. or you can stand up and go get one yourself, your choice. also, you’re totally not okay and i’m not gonna force you but if you wanna talk about what’s up i’m here to listen. ❜ she averts her eyes back to her own drink, a blush colouring her cheeks as she tries to continue her casual facade, blowing on her drink once more.  ❛ also i put more cinnamon this time if you taste anything different. ❜

[mysteryprone]

“i’m sorry, i didn’t realize i’d overslept.” harley @ sab uwu

kiki’s delivery service. / accepting. 

         ❛ oh — oh, no, it’s okay. ❜ sabrina looks sheepish as she turns to harley, a small smile appearing on her face as she takes in the girl sitting up in her bed. harley’s been looking better and better every day, but this is definitely the most human she looked yet ( she’d started to worry that the pale, almost dead-looking tint to harley’s skin would never go away ). but the warmth returning to her skin is more noticeable than ever, and one of the weights resting on sabrina’s shoulders melts away. she looks down at the shirt in her hands and the open drawer next to her with a laugh, the apology clear on her face.

        ❛ sorry for waking you up, though. i was trying to be quiet, but clearly i wasn’t doing a very good job. ❜ she drops the shirt back into her drawer, speaking as she continues her dig. ❛ i normally would’ve waited for you to wake up, cause you need your sleep and all, but, um. ❜ she lifts up another top, holding it to her chest as she glances into the mirror, a rosy warmth to her cheeks that definitely wasn’t there before. ❛ harvey asked me on a date tonight, and i realized i have no idea what i’m going to wear. ❜

        she gives her reflection an appraising look, scrunching up her nose after a few seconds pass by. she wonders if the black of the sweater brings out the white of her hair in a good way or a bad way for a moment before turning to harley, a hopeful look in her eyes. ❛ help me? noah was hopeless last time i tried to get him to help. ❜

[mysteryprone]

“  You think you can bring the dead back to life?  ” NOAH @ SAB

nightmare on elm street. / accepting.

       can she? it’s something she’s been told never, ever to try. that it’s dangerous, and risky, and playing with magic like that, especially when you’re young, more often than not can have horrifying results, and not just for the subject of the spell. 

       but that doesn’t answer the question, does it? sure, she knows she shouldn’t do it, knows why she shouldn’t do it, but if she was to — could she? or would it all go horribly wrong, just like the stories say? she can’t deny that the wonder has always clawed at her, a dark mass of a thing that silently boils in her chest, yearning to do the magic she’s been forbidden from. maybe if she does it for good, then it’ll work better, right? she’s not trying to raise an army of the dead or anything, she just wants to bring one teenage girl back to life.

       does she really have the guts to try this?

       she looks at noah, and something about this boy who she barely knows urges her on. she doesn’t know much about him or what happened to this girl he wants to bring back — but if she had to wager a guess, the hollow look she sees in his eyes more often than not in the short time they’ve known each other hints at something really bad, and with the weight of his guilt so heavy that even her untrained empathy ( a magic skill she definitely has been slacking on ) can easily detect it, well. sabrina doesn’t have to be a genius to figure out that he must have done something he regrets. 

       but she’s done far too many things she regrets as well, and things probably much more terrible than he could even think, so who is she to judge?

       if he wants to right his wrong so badly that he’ll come to someone he’s never met before, a stranger that he wasn’t even sure was what he was looking for until he found her, then she wants to help him if she can. call her cheesy, but she loves an underdog. besides, there’s something more to him and his situation, she can sense it, and it’s something she’s aching to figure out. 

       ❛ i think— ❜ she finally starts, knowing she has to choose her words carefully. ❛ it’s risky magic, necromancy, and i’ve never done it, or met anyone who has, unless my aunties are hiding things from me, ❜ she pauses, and snorts a little as she continues on, ghost of a smile pulling at dark lips, ❛ which i wouldn’t really be surprised about, actually, but, whatever. basically, i think, maybe — i think i could. ❜ she finishes, ignoring the look she knows salem is giving her, and she places a hand on his head and scratches behind his ears, silently urging him to trust her. ❛ i’ll do it, but i’ll need your help, and it might not work in the end. deal? ❜

[mysteryprone]

sab tag dump!

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: IC.  /  teen witch of the year! ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: ABOUT.  /  magic drips from her fingertips. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: HC.  /  mistress of witchcraft to beguile. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: AES.  /  she spoke the language of the universe. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: VISAGE.  /  spells falling off her tongue. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & HARVEY.  /  your smile outshines the sun. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & SALEM.  /  never saw one without the other. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & NOAH.  /  here i am ; just as strange as you. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: & HARLEY.  /  monster saves monster. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: 01.  /  chaos created with a wave of her hand. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: 02.  /  nightmares lurking in your good intentions. ✧ˊˎ°

°ˏˋ✧ SABRINA: 03.  /  breathing poison into sweet dreams. ✧ˊˎ°

[mysteryprone]

“listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” and noah for sab uwu

caring for stubborn muses. / accepting. / @hopelass​

       ❛ i’m fine, noah. ❜ she says. or it’s what she tries to say, but it comes out more as a slurred mumble of something that sounds like mfinoah, her cheek smushed against the palm of her hand. her other hand reaches up to wave at the air clumsily, an equally-as-tired salem’s tail wrapping around her wrist to pull it back down to where it had been resting on his back. 

       almost as if her body is trying to do everything it can to prove noah’s words right, sabrina fights back a yawn ( or she tries to, considering the yawn wins the fight pretty easily ) as she peers up at him drowsily. she shifts in her seat, moving her hand from her cheek to rest on the pages of the book in front of her in an attempt to make what she says comprehensible this time. the tips of her fingers grow warm against the pages, nail beds glowing a soft purple as the tang of magic wafts under their noses. she doesn’t notice.

       ❛ i’m on a roll, okay? i’ll go to sleep when i finish this book. ❜ no, she won’t. she’s already got plans for what spell to use to skim through the brick salem’s draped himself over. ❛ if i stop now, i might forget what i was doing in the morning, and that wouldn’t be good, would it? ❜ 

       she shoots noah a dazed smile, head tilting to the side as a lock of white hair falls into her eyes. a flicker of magenta passes over her eyes, gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. had she been more awake, she’d probably have been worried that her magic was slipping out of her so easily, but — well. that’s the whole reason they’re talking, isn’t it?

[mysteryprone]

‘ you gotta promise us that you won’t die, cause we need you . ’ LAST ONE.. NOAH FOR SAB UWU

manic. / accepting.

       ❛ yeah, i’ll try my best. ❜

       sabrina doesn’t mean to snap at him, really, but it’s hard to keep her head clear when it feels like she’s been body slammed by a goddamn truck. she can feel blood starting to coat her mouth once more despite the splatters in front of her that she’d spit out only moments ago. she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to blink back the leftover remnants of magenta light out of vision, and she winces at the pounding feeling that slams into her temples as soon as her eyes shut. 

       ugh, this is definitely gonna suck later. 

       she pushes herself up into a sitting position, propping her head up with her hands and grimacing as her muscles scream at the movement, even with slow and minuscule as it is. great. sabrina huffs, blowing her bangs out of her face and looking up at noah with far too casual of a smile for someone who just got blown back by her own magic. one hand raised to wipe at her mouth haphazardly, she’s vaguely aware of salem’s head rubbing against her other arm as his tongue laps at some of the scratches littering her hands, the shallower ones slowly closing themselves up as he makes his way through them. 

       ❛ well, ❜ she starts, glancing down at her familiar to make sure he’s done before scooping him up into bruised arms and stumbling into a standing position. head turns sharply to the side as she spits more blood onto the ground, red splattering onto the grass. she faces noah with a bloody smile, eyes bright despite the everything about what she looks like. ❛ guess we know that spell’s a bust, right? ❜