#˚・` . 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 Prudence Halliwell ❛ I am the centre of an atrocity. ❜

[oncecharmed]

          "  I'll  sleep  when  I'm  dead.  "  Words  come  out  with  a  small  bite,  irritability  lacing  her  tone  even  as  eyes  are  laced  with  sleep,  lids  drooping.  She'll  sleep  when  she  has  the  answer,  not  a  moment  sooner.  She  swallows  a  yawn,  glancing  up  from  the  book  to  her  cousin,  rolling  her  neck  to  stretch  out  the  kinks.  "  Besides,  look  who  else  is  up  at  4am  Mr  'You  need  sleep'.

@halliwel sent: It's 4am. You need sleep.

[cag3dsong]

          "  I'll  sleep  when  I'm  dead.  "  Words  come  out  with  a  small  bite,  irritability  lacing  her  tone  even  as  eyes  are  laced  with  sleep,  lids  drooping.  She'll  sleep  when  she  has  the  answer,  not  a  moment  sooner.  She  swallows  a  yawn,  glancing  up  from  the  book  to  the other,  rolling  her  neck  to  stretch  out  the  kinks.  "  Besides,  look  who  else  is  up  at  4am. "

[oncecharmed]

Brows raise in a doubtful expression but she says nothing, knowing her silence will infuriate him much more than anything she can say. They're quite the sight she's sure, him with golden hues and attire not quite fitting the setting, looming over her, and her in her causal dress and humorous expression, staring right back at him in a challenging manner. She can feel the stares, the eyes flicking over them but she ignores them all the same, chocolate hues fully focused on his, head tilted backwards just enough that their gazes lock.

" And pray tell, what exactly, it is you're here to collect? " she quips, lips curling into their own smile. " Do you need help removing that stick from your ass? " her voice is sweet, innocent but there's no doubting the sarcastic undertone. Faeries. Always so cryptic. Usually she would avoid working with them, for faerie trickery was well known amongst witches, this brand of fae in particular. However, Cardan had saved her life and as such, she owed him one. While she wasn't bound by word, she intended to follow it through all the same.

❛ Were I to threaten you, child of the arts, then best believe me when I say you wouldn't need to ask. ❜ His jaw clenches at the belittling title and his eyes narrow, but he says nothing on it. Whereas he has hurt lesser Faeries for far little things than a sneer ― such as refusing to bow, or entertain his whims ― , it isn't in his best interest to hurt her. He needs her. Surely his fury can wait a tad longer than that, until she is no longer of use to him. Digits, adorned with sets of gold rings grip the near-by table and Cardan leans down until his black eyes, ringed with gold around the irises stare down at the witch's chocolate hues.

He could glamour her, certainly ― but he needs her at full capacity of her wits and carrying around a delirious human is of no aid. It would only slow him down. ❛ Splendid ! ❜ He muses, reaching to pinch upon her full, round cheek with a quicksilver smirk. ❛ For I am here to collect. ❜

[oncecharmed]

" Says the guy who's been able to control his magic from the womb. " Prue drawls sarcastically, eyes narrowing in a mixture of frustration and irritation at her cousin. A 'hmmph' leaves the brunette's throat, truthfully more frustrated with herself than Wyatt ( but she's never going to admit that to him ). She leans forwards, hands rubbing on the top of her thighs as she stretches, a comforting, self-regulating gesture and let's out a heavy breath, head tilting up to glance at him. "It's not that easy for me. " every time her powers grew or developed, she initially struggles with regulating them, being able to it rather than it controlling her.

Brows furrow. " How do you make it look so easy? How do you make everything look so easy? "

@magicrested sent: " i taught you better. "

[oncecharmed]

The door to the halliwell mansion is slammed shut ( and deadbolted ) behind her, as though that would stop anything likely to be chasing her ( a naive thought. ). She's out of breath, taking the stairs to the attic three-a-time, shouting for her aunt as she goes. " Piper!? " she yells, in between breaths. " Aunt Piper!? We have a problem! "

@ikeptlosingyou sent ⚔️  for  an  action  starter

[oncecharmed]

[text: mels] Who me? Your favourite cousin?

[text] You're only upset because you know I was right.

[text] Go ahead, tell me I'm wrong, I'm waiting.

She's only lightly smug.

@halliwhell sent: [TEXT] - i will not hesitate to strangle you

[oncecharmed]

Nose  wrinkles,  debating  on  the  story  she's  going  to  tell  him.  The  truth  is  she's  not  really  sure,  her  premonitions  come  in  bits  and  pieces,  they're  not  as  vivid  as  her  mother's  but  she  remembers  the  feeling  of  dread,  remembers  a  glimpse  of  a  face.  Truth  be  told  it  was  haunting  her  dreams,  but  never  the  same  scene,  just  the  same  feeling  and  the  same  face.  Finally,  she  heaves  a  sigh,  tired  gaze  fixing  on  her  cousin.  "  This  is  going  to  sound  crazy-  "  she  admits.  "  I  don't  really  know.  .  .  It  started  with  a  dream  and  I  just  ,                          I  can’t  figure  it  out.  “  she  gestures  to  the  book.  “  So  i’m  trying  to-              figure  it  out.  “  lips  twitch  into  a  wry  smile  as  she  unfolds  herself,  hands  entwining  and  stretching  upwards  before  she  settles  back  in  her  previous  position,  curled  around  the  book.  “  I’m  looking  for  ,  “  a  pause,  what  was  she  looking  for?  “  A  feeling.      .      .      a  face?  “  

THE HOUR IS QUICKLY APPROACHING DAWN, the first break of light would be upon them in only a short hour or so— and by then 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 would be getting into bed. for chris, though? this was fairly normal. he doesn't sleep well, dreams a bit too potent for his liking, and even without them? anxiety liked to drive in it's thorns late at night ; tacking his skin with pin pricks and poison. " 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊, what's your excuse? " the young man takes a seat on the floor beside her, folding his legs under him as he peers over the open pages of the book.

[oncecharmed]

From afar, it would have looked like a lovers spat, the way Cardan leans in to whisper his threat and features scrunch up in return, arms crossing as she takes a step back from him, features full of irritation. " Are you threatening me? " she whispers back in an equally outraged tone, jaw clenching as she meets the eyes of the fae prince, tight smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

" You underestimate me, princeling. " the name leaves her lips a drawl, coated with sarcasm. " But you needn't worry, I actually keep my promises. "

@oncecharmed sent from Lucifer — Season 1, ep. 7 : Wingman

“Well, fix your own damn mess, for once.”

Black eyes narrow on the witch, until they're barely visible beneath his long eyelashes. Mortals, he scoffs. For someone with so little time left to exist, they sure carried a sharp tongue. ❛ You've made a bargain, ❜ Cardan presses. Given they're not as private as he'd have preferred, his voice is quiet, barely a whisper. ❛ You ought to help me and you cannot break it without consequences. And you best trust there will be. ❜