Notes: This is my first Charmed fic- I'm generally a Matrix person on , but I love Charmed and I thought I'd base my first fic on Phoebe and Cole. This is Phoebe's reflection, and could be set just about anytime really!
You still have that effect on me. It's such a cliché, but each time I see you walk through my door the most amazing feeling rushes through me. How can I describe you? You're sexy, smooth, devilishly handsome... no, maybe demonically handsome fits better under the circumstances...
You brought all of my fairytales to life when you swept into my presence, quite the Prince on horseback and gathered me into your love. You douse my life with emotion and gift to me a swelling heart that has a purpose. You gave me a new reality, one in which I learn to love, cry, smile, laugh, hope, dream, commit and sometimes maybe even hate. Yes, I've been there, I've hit that level before and crossed that cotton-width line which led me to hate you, but stirring deep inside of me, my love for you never left, not least when you catch my gaze with those intense green eyes...
Do you know what I love the most? Waking up with my head resting on your chest when you're still asleep. I let my head rise and fall with your moving chest, and I close my eyes and breathe in your scent. In those moments, when there's just the two of us, I know that I am resting completely with Cole; Cole the lover, Cole the man.
When it's just us I know that the demons are cast away, the shadows are made light, lit by the perfect sunshine that love imposes. Crimson blood has flowed, pearl-like tears have been cried and streaking passion has shot its glaring beam through my body. You balance it all out with the adoration that you encircle me with. I can see it shining at me from your eyes.
When you're in pain, I feel it. When you're missing me, I feel it. When you're fighting your inner demon, I feel it. Never tell me I don't understand you, or know how it feels because I fight a constant fight inside of me, like good versus evil, my heart versus my head in a tug of war that etches a painful message upon my soul- you're a demon, you'll always be a demon, and what does that make me; the woman who loves you? The demon.
Like shattered glass I fall apart and splinter off into a thousand pieces when love falters and you leave my side in yet another plight in which our two worlds collide most dangerously and bounce apart. We are pulled with them, the reminder of our places- a Charmed one and an upper level Demon. I've experimented with your side and you've even moved to mine, but to what cause? We only end up grinding along the sidelines, never able to fully imprison ourselves in a world we were not born into, and the world we did not choose first time around.
So what's the use?
Well, I suppose there's always that rush I get when you walk through my door.
You still have that effect on me. It's such a cliché, but each time I see you walk through my door the most amazing feeling rushes through me. How can I describe you? You're sexy, smooth, devilishly handsome... no, maybe demonically handsome fits better under the circumstances...
You brought all of my fairytales to life when you swept into my presence, quite the Prince on horseback and gathered me into your love. You douse my life with emotion and gift to me a swelling heart that has a purpose. You gave me a new reality, one in which I learn to love, cry, smile, laugh, hope, dream, commit and sometimes maybe even hate. Yes, I've been there, I've hit that level before and crossed that cotton-width line which led me to hate you, but stirring deep inside of me, my love for you never left, not least when you catch my gaze with those intense green eyes...
Do you know what I love the most? Waking up with my head resting on your chest when you're still asleep. I let my head rise and fall with your moving chest, and I close my eyes and breathe in your scent. In those moments, when there's just the two of us, I know that I am resting completely with Cole; Cole the lover, Cole the man.
When it's just us I know that the demons are cast away, the shadows are made light, lit by the perfect sunshine that love imposes. Crimson blood has flowed, pearl-like tears have been cried and streaking passion has shot its glaring beam through my body. You balance it all out with the adoration that you encircle me with. I can see it shining at me from your eyes.
When you're in pain, I feel it. When you're missing me, I feel it. When you're fighting your inner demon, I feel it. Never tell me I don't understand you, or know how it feels because I fight a constant fight inside of me, like good versus evil, my heart versus my head in a tug of war that etches a painful message upon my soul- you're a demon, you'll always be a demon, and what does that make me; the woman who loves you? The demon.
Like shattered glass I fall apart and splinter off into a thousand pieces when love falters and you leave my side in yet another plight in which our two worlds collide most dangerously and bounce apart. We are pulled with them, the reminder of our places- a Charmed one and an upper level Demon. I've experimented with your side and you've even moved to mine, but to what cause? We only end up grinding along the sidelines, never able to fully imprison ourselves in a world we were not born into, and the world we did not choose first time around.
So what's the use?
Well, I suppose there's always that rush I get when you walk through my door.