Blessed Be
What if Prue was at Wyatt's blessing
Set during 'Necromancing the Stone'
Disclaimer: I do not own charmed or any of the characters… yada, yada, yada… you get the picture, right?
Enjoy!
Prue stood in the back. No one noticed her. Weren't meant to. She wished they could. She longed to push her way through the Matriarchs to the front of the crowd and fling herself into her sisters' arms. To smell Piper's soft hair, see how much Phoebe has grown up, bond with Paige. And of course hold that little infant. Her nephew. Piper's little Wyatt.
A smile touched her lips but soon faded. Maybe she shouldn't have come. This was her family. The people she loved and held close to her heart. The people she was forced to leave. She should've known it would be hard. How could she leave now?
But she knew she would be leaving soon. And they would never know that she was there.
Prue watched as Grams gently handed Wyatt back to his mother. The time was drawing near ever so quickly. It wasn't enough time! Tears escaped her glazed eyes.
No, she shouldn't have come.
She looked up, stealing one last glance. Her eyes found Paige's. Fear struck her for a moment. What if she knew? But she couldn't break away.
"Blessed be." Grams stepped into the assembly of Matriarchs.
Everyone else chimed in, including her sisters. "Blessed be."
Prue lingered behind for a second, unseen through the glaring light that consumed the crowds departing forms, except by Paige. Prue smiled at her youngest sister.
"Blessed be."
What if Prue was at Wyatt's blessing
Set during 'Necromancing the Stone'
Disclaimer: I do not own charmed or any of the characters… yada, yada, yada… you get the picture, right?
Enjoy!
Prue stood in the back. No one noticed her. Weren't meant to. She wished they could. She longed to push her way through the Matriarchs to the front of the crowd and fling herself into her sisters' arms. To smell Piper's soft hair, see how much Phoebe has grown up, bond with Paige. And of course hold that little infant. Her nephew. Piper's little Wyatt.
A smile touched her lips but soon faded. Maybe she shouldn't have come. This was her family. The people she loved and held close to her heart. The people she was forced to leave. She should've known it would be hard. How could she leave now?
But she knew she would be leaving soon. And they would never know that she was there.
Prue watched as Grams gently handed Wyatt back to his mother. The time was drawing near ever so quickly. It wasn't enough time! Tears escaped her glazed eyes.
No, she shouldn't have come.
She looked up, stealing one last glance. Her eyes found Paige's. Fear struck her for a moment. What if she knew? But she couldn't break away.
"Blessed be." Grams stepped into the assembly of Matriarchs.
Everyone else chimed in, including her sisters. "Blessed be."
Prue lingered behind for a second, unseen through the glaring light that consumed the crowds departing forms, except by Paige. Prue smiled at her youngest sister.
"Blessed be."