Between the Paths of Night and Light

Dorian raised an eyebrow, immediately suspicious of the witch now inside his shop. He dropped his quill and stood up. “I’m just surprised to see you here, Spellman. Especially when you look like that.” He licked his lips, but he hoped she didn’t notice. “And good girls like you seldom need potions from my establishment.” He turned away before having another idea. “Or did Ambrose send you? I told your cousin no more free rides in exchange for quickies.” He sat back down, looking quite satisfied and businesslike.

“Now, you’re going to kiss me, and seal our little deal. And then I’m going to take you and get you properly dressed, a collar on your neck to keep you safe. And I’ll release you to do as you please for the evening,” Prudence said, reaching down and very gently stroking her thumb along Sabrina’s jaw.

She bristled. Well, she’d been pretty much bristling the whole time. The thought of wearing a collar and being Prudence’s pet was absolutely mortifying. She wanted to rage against it, fight, claw, whatever. But at the moment, it was this or her family’s safety. She couldn’t just charge in this time. She had to be careful. Her brand of careful, at least. 

“This is a good look on you, Spellman,” Prudence joined in, finally, her voice not quite a purr, watching Sabrina smirk and get competitive was-

It was a definitely delicious look on the blonde. “Look forward to seeing just what you can pull off. Maybe I’ll join in,” she said, haughtily, as if the blonde would have to prove herself to get Prudence’s attention.

She was pretty sure she could expect a hex coming her way soon.

Sabrina glanced over at the head of the trio, a little surprised that she’d put her opinion in. Prudence was as proud as always and it just made her smirk a little. She was sure she could get a hex over on Prudence. Just a minor one, of course. But something to show her she wasn’t as invincible as she thought.  

It was just a friendly little competition after all. 

“Good boy,” Dorcas said playfully, smiling softly at the older man and inclining her head. “Thank you, Mister Thorn. And I plan to treat you a little more than alright.”

As she said that she bit her lip suggestively, eyes dancing.

Agatha flashed a very small smirk in Sabrina’s direction. “Oh will you now? Maybe I’ll have to get creative. I am dealing with my killer, after all,” she teased, her voice soft.

Dorcas meanwhile, giggled as Sabrina lied, catching the little bit of sadness and feeling almost amused by it. Agatha wouldn’t have underestimated her.

Sabrina smirked faintly over at Agatha, raising to the bait. “Maybe you will,” she answered, confident even despite the fact that the sisters knew way more than she did. She’d get creative too. They’d see. 

“Some of them are very nice, the romantic ones about you and Pru I quite like. Though there’s quite a few dirtier rumors passed amongst the demons. I think father has a type,” Agatha said, and then let her gaze run over Sabrina.

Maybe more than one type, almost definitely, but his interest in her had always had a sharp edge. Either way, the Queen nodded. “I think so too. In a few human generations, it will be interesting to see what they think of us then.”

Sabrina did a double take, and even her cousin shot Agatha a curious look. “Romantic stories about me and Prudence?” the half-witch echoed, sounding incredulous. Where would anyone get that idea? They’d fought for at least half the time they’d known each other. 

“No, there wasn’t. And with the way you act, you might have used it without even thinking of it. You do that a lot, don’t you, acting without thinking it through?” Prudence asked, brow furrowed, not quite aggressive but.

Confused.

She couldn’t have imagined living like that.

Sabrina just looked at the other woman, not sure what to say to that. She couldn’t say she didn’t. She’d always been more of an ‘act first’ sort of person - and looked where it had gotten her. Gotten the whole world. 

“Its always been a warlock.” He said with a shrug. “There is no rules against a witch to enter but they wouldn’t make it easy on her.”