charmed drabbles of love (or not)
"Love Song" -- Sara Bareilles
She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry at the predictability. So, of course, she chooses neither. Just walks into the museum Monday morning, all business. "Here." She tosses the ring down on his desk. "The engagement is off. If you even meant it in the first place. We are definitely done."
Roger's face has barely registered what she's said, but he starts to speak anyway. "Prue, honestly, it wasn't what you thought…" Improvisation was one of his strong suits, but somehow it wasn't working this time.
"Really?' Her tone could slice crystal. "What was it, exactly? It sure looked like you were making a move on my sister!" He doesn't met her glare or see the brief glint of hurt in her eyes which disappears as soon as he stands. She steps back. "It doesn't matter. Either way, you just lost yourself an assistant. I'm going to ask for a transfer from the board. "
"Future Love" -- Varsity Fanclub
Cole tries to remember as he talks with Andras or the grimlocks that he is a mercenary, a witch killer. The mighty Belthazor. He tries not to think of Phoebe's eyes when she smiles, or how she laughs with abandon. He cannot even bring himself to identify the feelings he has for her. Imagining what those human emotions might be doing to the delicate internal balance he has maintained for almost a hundred years is out of the question. All he knows is that he has more in common with this mark, this witch whom he and every demon before him assumed to be the weakest of the Charmed Ones, than anyone might think, and that he will stall the Triad until he figures out why.