Paige had left earlier in the night on a date, while Piper was working at the club, leaving one headstrong sister alone with her man. At least that had been the case since Paige last checked. After her night turned out to be a total bust, she returned to the Halliwell manor, only to find her elder sister going at it in the basement in a rather unexpected way. Climbing down the stairs to investigate, Paige watched a sweaty Phoebe bounce on the balls of her feet. One punch was thrown after another with increasing intensity, striking against battered leather. This went on for a span of time, during which Paige plopped herself down, resting her chin inside her palm. Phoebe finished up her work out by lifting one her of legs impressively high and dealing the bag a roundhouse kick. My sister is really cool.
With a giggle, Paige playfully put out there, ❝ How’s that punching bag compare to the tall, dark, dastardly love of your life as a sparring partner? ❞ Her posture shifted a little, eyes sweeping around the granite walls of the basement. Unlike most households, under this particular roof there were folks constantly making both appearing and vanishing acts, often without detection. ❝ Where is he anyway? ❞
plotted starter for @ameliorenous !!
