Saturday: Tearing Down and Building Up
"The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we have of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us."
-Quentin Crisp
A cold dead fish. A powerful cold dead fish, a formidable opponent, but a woman who lived up to her name in all the stuffiest ways, and thus? Brittle, dry, easily crumbled like fallen leaves -- this was her reputation in the Underworld. Her confidence in her powers nearly paled in the face of their scrutiny, and her dignity fared almost as poorly. Delic, in particular, took to giving her a very through once-over on the increasingly frequent occasions when they encountered one another -- even as Cole stood beside her. Delic, a pompous, entitled creature, small-minded and self-interested, was of a type Prue knew well and had no further interest in, regardless of morality. Then he finally determined she might prove to be of use to him, and cornered her. Her reaction was as natural as drawing breath. Cold was one way of describing it.
"You're with child."
Her smile could cut crystal. "The Source chose well, and the prophecy will come to pass. You just won't be a part of it."
She let Cole put the actual athame through Delic's chest. And after he kissed her in front of the Brotherhood, she whispered, "In the beginning we were damned, and in damnation, we found freedom."
-Quentin Crisp
A cold dead fish. A powerful cold dead fish, a formidable opponent, but a woman who lived up to her name in all the stuffiest ways, and thus? Brittle, dry, easily crumbled like fallen leaves -- this was her reputation in the Underworld. Her confidence in her powers nearly paled in the face of their scrutiny, and her dignity fared almost as poorly. Delic, in particular, took to giving her a very through once-over on the increasingly frequent occasions when they encountered one another -- even as Cole stood beside her. Delic, a pompous, entitled creature, small-minded and self-interested, was of a type Prue knew well and had no further interest in, regardless of morality. Then he finally determined she might prove to be of use to him, and cornered her. Her reaction was as natural as drawing breath. Cold was one way of describing it.
"You're with child."
Her smile could cut crystal. "The Source chose well, and the prophecy will come to pass. You just won't be a part of it."
She let Cole put the actual athame through Delic's chest. And after he kissed her in front of the Brotherhood, she whispered, "In the beginning we were damned, and in damnation, we found freedom."