because the lives of the wicked should be made brief

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[deathlessness]

[He offers her a small smile, before nodding. "We'll see each other again. When you decide you're done being Queen." He's not expecting it to be anytime soon. But they will.

Freya runs her hand over the finish of coffin door, before finding the little hidden compartment she'd built into it over the years and flipping it open, letting the key slide into her hand.]

Believe what you want. But given that you're dead, your opinion no longer matters.

[fifthbase]

I have a feeling this might be the beginning of a very long sabattical. ( Her expression turns bittersweet. ) I love you, Fergus.

( On the sconce hanging next to her door, Rowena reaches for her key, fingers sliding it closer, bringing it down.

"Give my regards to... oh, whomever has blasphemed this family the most this year," Dhalia says. )

[deathlessness]

I'll be sure to pass on your regards.

[The true exit appears in the middle of the room, and Freya makes her way back.

Crowley, on the other hand, just offers her a small smile, and leaves her to complete the business she came for. They'll have time after all, somewhere along the way.]

[fifthbase]

( Rowena, pleasantly surprised at the painlessness, joins her old friend in the middle of the room at the door, placing her key. With one last look at her boy, she turns her key. She pays Dhalia no mind.

Dahlia raises her hand up as if to wave, but doesn't. Her look says, 'I'll be seeing you.' )

[deathlessness]

[Freya does the same, sliding her key into the door and turning it. She doesn't acknowledge her aunt, and as the latch flips, she opens their door and she and Rowena disappear into the light.]