Post by NubianWitch on May 22, 2011 22:03:25 GMT -5
The attic at 1329 Prescott Street was just as hodge-podge as always. An ivory-cream sofa from the Roaring Twenties sat forlorn and elegant near jumbling piles of boxes filled with belongings, next to aged portraits of the Warren witches, whose eyes seemed to judge the entire place with a sagacious gaze from beyond the grave. Grams' old sewing machine and her bewitched doll-house stood on the rickety end-tables, the remains of the wooden armoire that Prue had once sent the warlock Nicholas hurtling into with telekinetic force was still shuffled away in its corner.
Magic was at work here. Family power and desire. With gentle movements, Phoebe set the wick of the fourth candle aflame, stepping back into the makeshift circle beside Piper and Paige. Piper felt Leo's hand curl around hers, filling her with the warmth that only love could bring; a comforting rush.
“Are you ready?” Phoebe's dark eyes brimmed with hope. Her eyes flicked over Paige's face, twisted with a calm-skinned nervousness. At the surface her emotions seemed cool and calm but beneath, Hades had taken over.
“I'm ready,” said Piper, “completely.”
Phoebe breathed, eyes shut. She turned to the four candles, palms pressed together. “Hear these words, hear my cry, spirit from the Other Side. Come to me, I summon thee, cross now the Great Divide.”
Chinks of light funneled over the rug, the air was filled with the dancing lights as though will-o-the-wisps had sprung from thin air. Piper moved forward, her hand still pressed in Leo's, leaving Phoebe to stand aside, her face alive with hope. Swiftly, a human shape took shape and form; a spirit's glistening light-body.
“Prue?” Piper's hand went to her chest.
“Prue?” Phoebe was lost in the sight of it.
But the lights continued to spin. Round and round, a parse-me-la between the Astral and Physical Planes, the face of the traveling spirit still shut away by the haze of a veil. There was a hand there, a hand with the complexion of a white peach, the familiar, strong hands that Prue used to fling demons through the air. The hands that had held Piper and Phoebe close when Patty died, and Grams and Andy followed her to the Spirit Realm years after.
“Leo what's happening, why does it keep spinning like that? Why isn't Prue coming?” Piper's voice raised, her eyes transfixed on Leo's unknowing face. “Where's Prue?”
“Piper, I--”
“Piper,” Paige said through half-open lips. “Piper it's...gone.”
The candles had blown out. Trailing smoke was left behind. There was no more magic, no more songs, or hopes that Prue would return. It was too soon.
Magic was at work here. Family power and desire. With gentle movements, Phoebe set the wick of the fourth candle aflame, stepping back into the makeshift circle beside Piper and Paige. Piper felt Leo's hand curl around hers, filling her with the warmth that only love could bring; a comforting rush.
“Are you ready?” Phoebe's dark eyes brimmed with hope. Her eyes flicked over Paige's face, twisted with a calm-skinned nervousness. At the surface her emotions seemed cool and calm but beneath, Hades had taken over.
“I'm ready,” said Piper, “completely.”
Phoebe breathed, eyes shut. She turned to the four candles, palms pressed together. “Hear these words, hear my cry, spirit from the Other Side. Come to me, I summon thee, cross now the Great Divide.”
Chinks of light funneled over the rug, the air was filled with the dancing lights as though will-o-the-wisps had sprung from thin air. Piper moved forward, her hand still pressed in Leo's, leaving Phoebe to stand aside, her face alive with hope. Swiftly, a human shape took shape and form; a spirit's glistening light-body.
“Prue?” Piper's hand went to her chest.
“Prue?” Phoebe was lost in the sight of it.
But the lights continued to spin. Round and round, a parse-me-la between the Astral and Physical Planes, the face of the traveling spirit still shut away by the haze of a veil. There was a hand there, a hand with the complexion of a white peach, the familiar, strong hands that Prue used to fling demons through the air. The hands that had held Piper and Phoebe close when Patty died, and Grams and Andy followed her to the Spirit Realm years after.
“Leo what's happening, why does it keep spinning like that? Why isn't Prue coming?” Piper's voice raised, her eyes transfixed on Leo's unknowing face. “Where's Prue?”
“Piper, I--”
“Piper,” Paige said through half-open lips. “Piper it's...gone.”
The candles had blown out. Trailing smoke was left behind. There was no more magic, no more songs, or hopes that Prue would return. It was too soon.
