sleepswthdemons: (In Blue)
Phoebe was curled up in one of the chairs in the master bedroom. She was reading -- or pretending to read -- but her mind kept going back over the worries that Anders was having about the music he was hearing. She was concerned about him and how worried he was about losing her and Cole over whatever the music might mean.

She turned a page in the book, only to sigh and shake her head.

She needed to talk to Cole.

[[OOC: For the husband... NWS]]
sleepswthdemons: (Leaning)
Phoebe was reading on the porch swing of 44 Blueberry Hill. It was nice outside, so she was enjoying being out of doors -- even though she had a blanket laying on the swing next to her. Cole and Anders didn't want her to get cold and she had promised she would keep one with her. She thought it was sweet that they were being a little over-protective, though she was sure they'd stop doing that before too long. But she really should know better.

She turned another page in the book and leaned back against the back of the swing.

[[OOC: Is open.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Default)
It was a nice day and Phoebe had climbed the large tree in the front yard. She was about halfway up the tree, reclining with her back against the tree trunk. She was stretched out along the limb and looked both comfortable and precarious.

Why had she climbed the tree?

Because she was struck with the sudden urge to do so.

sleepswthdemons: (Contemplation)
Phoebe was sitting on the bed of the larger of the three extra bedrooms in the house.

She also had a notebook with her that she was jotting notes down on.

She knew the boys were all excited about turning one of the bedrooms into a nursery and she had decided she wanted this one to be the nursery. It was a large room -- and it was right next to their bedroom. It also helped that the room was large enough to fit any amount of baby stuff in -- she knew her husband and boyfriend very well -- and so could the current bed. After all, there would probably be some nights that the baby wouldn't sleep and she'd to be with her without waking up the guys.

She had to admit that she was feeling a lot better about things now that the guys knew about the baby. It didn't stop her from worrying, but it had made her a little more relaxed.

Of course, the notebook might call into question her relaxation since she had started making notes on things that needed to happen weekly and monthly before the baby arrived.

[[OOC: Is indeed open for the Daddies To Be]]
sleepswthdemons: (Bare Shoulder)
Phoebe was sitting on the couch wrapped up in a blanket with tea. She had ben sick and throwing up most of the day, and tea seemed to be the only thing that eased her stomach.

She needed to figure out was what wrong with her and stop the guys from feeling it so strongly, too. If she couldn't stop whatever it was, she would remove the soul bond for a little while. After all, maybe it was having the same effect like the one back in high school had.

She took a sip of her tea and leaned her head back.

"This headache can go away anytime now..."

[[OOC: Expecting a visitor, bit as always, is open.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Hurts Too Much To Get Up)
Phoebe was in the Master Bathroom upstairs being very sick.

She was currently laying on the tile because it felt cool on her head. This plus the way her emotions were running was not a good thing.

This was brought into her mind as she started getting sick again, and also started crying.

This could not bode well for the other residents of 44 Blueberry Hill.

[[OOC: Open for the boys and then later for anyone would come to visit or look for Phoebe]]
sleepswthdemons: (Leaning)
Phoebe was in a mood... and she was hard-pressed to figure out what exactly her mood was.

She kept going back and forth between being angry and being near tears. The mood didn't make sense to her, but she thought it might have something to do with the fact that she wasn't able to sleep lately - or that both of her brothers were gone again. In fact, as soon as the boys were asleep, she would creep downstairs and make tea and read or something... and make sure she was back in bed an hour or two before they woke up for the day. Of course, she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to keep this up -- and hide her bouts of insomnia from them.

Currently, part of her not happy mood had to do with last night's news broadcast. She couldn't believe they had done it again.

That would be why she was sitting on the couch -- perhaps with a glass of something stronger than tea -- waiting for her husband and her boyfriend.
sleepswthdemons: (Phoebe Hysterical)
It had been a long weekend with the mass chaos and the attacks. She was sore and bruised and there was too much on her mind.

She had gone up to the attic after dinner and soon found herself turning pages in one of the photo albums.

She hadn't even realized she was crying until her vision became so blurred that she couldn't see what she was looking at.

"We got him, Prue," she whispered as the photo album slid to the floor. "We got him for you."

[[OOC: For [ profile] holdingontolove and [ profile] beenthroughthat]]
sleepswthdemons: (A Little Broken)
Phoebe was not hiding in the safety of the house at 44 Blueberry Hill.

Except that she totally was.

Although the relief of her students at seeing her unharmed and back in the classroom had calmed her nerves somewhat -- as did seeing Lana and Tori -- she still wasn't feeling well. She was still feeling tired and so much still hurt.

And she wasn't that comfortable with people seeing the bruises and therefore remembering everything that she had done and what lengths some people had to go to in order to set her mistake right.

So she was totally not hiding as she sat in the attic of the house.

Just because she was afraid to venture outside didn't mean that people couldn't come inside, though.

[[OOC: For the boys and anyone else who would want to come see the emo-hermit-guilt-ridden witch.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Two Souls One Body)
There had been a great deal of preparation going on at 44 Blueberry Hill.

They had come up with things that they thought could save Phoebe and get id of Phillipa once and for all.

So, as it got dark, they all gathered in the living room to discuss final plans for what needed to be done.

[[OOC: For those who know whom they are]]
sleepswthdemons: (Pardon My Past Part Deux First Spell)
Phoebe had slipped past everyone and made her way up to the attic, locking the door behind her.

Something Jack had said last week had gotten her to thinking.

People out of time.

After the attack on Wednesday, she had done some research about past lives and unfinished business. What if this wasn't a new attacker, but somebody she had wronged in her past?

That would be why she was locked in the attic with her notebook.

She sat in the middle of the floor and recited the spell.

Remove the chains of time and Space
and make my spirit soar
Let these mortal arms embrace
the life that haunts before

She had barely gotten out that last word when she fel over unconscious on the floor.
sleepswthdemons: (Alone)
Phoebe was laying on the couch in the library in front of the fire place.

She was supposed to be resting, but not sleeping.

She was sore from the earlier attack and she was stil shaken up that it had happened so blatantly in public.

She had left a message for James to tell him what had happened and she was trying to figure out how to tell her sister and best friends what had happened without worrying them.

She could just let them find out from the news... but that would be a bad idea.

[[OOC: Open. Bouts of SP]]
sleepswthdemons: (Passed Out)
It had been a very exciting and busy busy day, so not surprisingly, after dinner, Phoebe had gone upstairs to take a shower and then crawled into bed. She was so tired that she was surprised that she had managed to make it in and out of the shower without needing to call for assistance -- though she had no doubt that the boys would come running to help her. Her head had barely touched the pillow before she was already asleep.

It should have been a restful sleep. Gods knew she deserved a chance to sleep and get through the night without being woken up by something in her dreams or nightmares.

Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. )

Phoebe jerked her head and found herself awake in her bedroom. She buried her face in the pillow as she fought back tears. "Not real," she murmured. "It wasn't real." It was just her imagination and the stress of the attacks and the worry over how today's grand opening of her store would go.
sleepswthdemons: (PMP Seduction Attack Strangle)
Phoebe was walking down the stairs from the attic to the bedroom when the weirdness started happening again.

She was halfway down the stairs when she felt a small set of hands in the middle of her back and was pushed. Phoebe cried out as she found herself tumbling down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, she lay dazed for a few moments.  She got to her feet slowly and looked up to see if she could sense anything on the stairs.  There was nothing. She seemed to be okay, but she would be sore and bruised tomorrow.

Shaking her head, and trying to calm down from the surge of the fear she felt, she turned to go into the bedroom when she felt herself picked up and thrown into a wall. Her head slammed back and then she found herself being pinned to the wall by her throat.

"Cole!" she managed to scream before the squeezing around her throat started.  "Ande--"

She started clawing at the area around her throat, trying to break free of whatever was constricting her breathing.  In a panic, she slammed her head back against the wall, hoping to interrupt what was happening, but the squeezing didn't stop. She felt herself being lifted up and pinned to the wall as darkness started hovering at the edge of her vision.

[[For the husband and the boyfriend. NFB, please. ;) ]]
sleepswthdemons: (Phoebe Protest Upset)
After her class, Phoebe had been brought right back home, where she made a promised phone call, and then went into the kitchen to make tea. She was still shook up over what had happened, and she hoped that her big brother would be able to calm the rage and the concern of Cole and Anders.

She still didn't understand why the attacker had tried to... seduce her instead of killing her, but Cole and Anders were angry about it beyond her ability to reason it out.

That would be why she was sitting on the couch in the library, with a blanket wrapped around her and an athame beneath the cushion next to her.

You just don't argue with the boys when they are angry and in fussing mode.

[[For the husband, boyfriend and sib. That Aziraphale visited is fine for broadcast. Topic of conversation, not so much.]]
sleepswthdemons: (PMP Seduction Attack Strangle)
Phoebe had been in the master bedroom writing the finishing touches on the spell she had written to bind her, Cole and Anders together. She was confident that it would work since she had spent quite a bit of time refining the spell she had done back in high school. Thankfully, this spell wouldn't have that kind of side effects.

Something disturbed her and she looked up from her notebook, cocking her head to listen.

It sounded like there was someone doing something in the attic.

Curious, she got up from the bed, pulling her robe on. She stepped out into the hall, looking up the stairs to the attic.

"Cole? Anders? You guys up there?"

When she received no answer, she headed up the stairs and into the attic. "Guys?"

No one was up here and as she turned around, she suddenly felt a hand go around her throat and shove her into the wall. She whimpered once and then felt someone pressing a body against her. She registered that there was no one there as she felt the strap of her top go down her shoulder and then she felt a hand running up her leg beneath her shorts. Her eyes widened at what she felt next, and then she passed out, dropping to the floor--taking the lamp with her.

[[OOC: For Cole and Anders. NFB, please.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Eyes of Pain)
Phoebe wasn't sure what was bothering her, but she had woken up earlier than normal for a Saturday morning.

Feeling too restless and unsettled to stay in bed, Phoebe slipped quietly out of bed without waking up Cole or Anders and got dressed. Then she headed downstairs.

She made a pot of tea and took a cup into the living room, where -- for some reason -- she made a fire in the fireplace.

Tucking her feet beneath her on the couch, Phoebe sat there with her tea, staring into the fire.

[[OOC: Mostly for the older sister, but open to the husband, boyfriend, younger sister, or anyone else who might have reason to visit.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Passed Out)
Phoebe had been very good and stayed inside and rested all day like she figured the guys would want her to. They hadn't been really happy with her being out so late last night and then coming home wet like she had. So, today she had stayed inside. She had read for awhile and then made lots of notes and lists for the shop. Having Lana offer her the money to make this happen had lifted a heavy stress off of her mind -- as had Lana's agreement to be a silent partner. She had wanted to make sure that her friend knew that she wanted her involved or she wanted her to let her pay her back any money she put into the store.

Phoebe was in a peaceful and content mood. Piper was close by, as were Marie and Lana. Piper was right next door and she and Piper could move between the two houses as they willed. Dean was a phone call away, and she knew that Jack was, as well, if she needed anything. She wasn't sure when she had began trusting him -- but she had. It was probably after she had killed him and he hadn't tried to hurt her after he came back to life. James and Aziraphale were close by -- and she was so very happy to be living near her big brothers again.

Best of all, she was in her own home with Cole and Anders. They had gotten Cole back and had not only saved him... but he still loved and wanted them... wanted her. It had been something she had been a little worried about since seeing the vision of what he had been made to believe she had done to him. However, the love and the bond they had always shared had clicked into place again... and here they were.

Every so often, she would stop what she was writing or reading to merely listen to the sounds of Cole and Anders moving around the house. She was aware of Anders going out later in the evening -- and that had her curious, but she could feel that Cole was still in the house with her. That made her smile -- and she had to fight the urge to call out to him and as him to come snuggle in the bed with her. It wasn't fair to be clingy at him, after all.

She lay back in the bed and picked up her book again.

[[For the husband, boyfriend, sister or anyone who might need to see her.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Was Ready For Bed)
After hanging out in the park with Lana, Phoebe wandered back home, getting completely drenched as the rainstorm finally hit. She had no idea what time it was, but she hoped it wasn't too late and the guys hadn't worried too much.

She might be living in the land of wishful thinking, too.

She was worried that they might be sleeping, so she let herself into the house almost silently and headed for the stairs. She was cold and wet and she needed to get dry and warm.

She also needed not to sneeze like she felt like doing.

She should be able to get upstairs, get dried off and get warm without waking the guys... right?

[[OOC: For the guys that live with the stubborn witch.]]
sleepswthdemons: (Deep Kiss)
Phoebe and Cole made it to the house shortly after Phoebe closed down All Souls. Yes, shimmering would have been faster, but she had wanted to walk through to town with him. She opened the door and made it to the bottom of the steps, before she tugged Cole closer to her.


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Phoebe Halliwell

July 2009



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