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Who: Peter and Phoebe
What: having some pre-marital fluff
When: tonight~
Where: Abel's church in the castle
Rating: cavity-inducing fluff

Peter twisted the ring around on his finger. It was a little too big for him but he liked the feel of it. Especially now, so close to his wedding day.

Wedding day. It still blew his mind. He was getting married. And he was here standing at the entrance to a church waiting for her. It was a special church, too: Abel's church. There were so many memories in this place that Peter didn't often come here. But this felt like the right time.

It was like a way to start over, to make a new memory.

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It's only another moment before Phoebe arrives. Impeccably dressed as usual, her heels click along the floor - announcing her arrival as she exits the elevator. She smiles warmly as she sees Peter waiting for her. He always managed to bring a smile to her face, even just knowing he's there and he loves her. The fact that they're actually getting married still astounds her and leaves her feeling more hopeful than ever that things will be alright here. There may be some ups and downs but overall things will be okay.

She holds a hand out to him as she gets closer, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Peter's smile immediately brightened when he saw her. Of course to him Phoebe would look good whatever she was wearing. He let his fingers drop away from the ring; he didn't need Nathan's memory at the moment.

"Not that long," he assured her, reaching for her to pull her close and kiss her in greeting. "We have the church to ourselves. I was thinking we could go in and light a candle."

Phoebe wrapped her arm around his waist, returning that kiss and smiling up at him. She'd noticed him fiddling with his brother's ring, but she knows how important it is to have family close by - even if it's in the form of things to remember them by and symbolize their love.

"We can send up a prayer for those who can't be with us." Whether due to the castle or death she finished silently. Her mind flit to Piper, Leo, the boys and the rest of her family she wishes could be there, including the ghosts of her mother and grandmother. However, she knew that even if they couldn't be there in person they were still in her heart.

"Come on." Peter took her by the hand, guiding her inside. He had mixed feelings about his faith but this time there was a definite feeling of peace. There were so many important people not here, but there was one who was.

Before the altar he lit a candle. "I wish they were here, too," he said. He was responding to her thoughts without meaning to.

Phoebe let him lead her, looking around at the chapel as they walked down the aisle. She didn't spend much time in the church, but the significance isn't lost on her. The fact that it was so important to Peter meant everything.

She watched him light the candle with a sad smile on her face. His comment drew a soft laugh before she could stop it, "You always seem to say exactly what I'm thinking. Either we're that in tune or you're cheating."

"I don't mean to do that," Peter said with an apologetic smile. "Sometimes my power just turns on like that. It happens more often when I'm around you."

He took her hand in his. His fingers tingled from all the memories he felt through that hand. "Sometimes I wish I could share it with you," Peter sighed.

She chuckles, running her thumb over the backs of his knuckles. She remembers that feeling all too well, even if she didn't have the power of Empathy for very long. It was an amazing yet terrifying feeling... one she wasn't sure she was ready to control just yet.

She smiled, lovingly gazing up at her fiance. "I don't mind. I have nothing to hide from you. And I lost that power for a reason. I'll get it back someday but for now I'm perfectly content experiencing it through you."

"Then maybe I can share something else instead." Peter slid Nathan's ring off his finger and held it out for her. "I was hoping you could keep this safe for me. You don't have to wear it on your finger."

Nathan was gone, but this one piece was still around and Peter wanted to give it to Phoebe. That's what the gesture meant.

"Peter," she whispered.

For a moment she just stared at him in awed silence. She knew how much that ring meant to him and how much it must have meant for him to even offer it to her. A smile crossed her lips as she slowly reached out to wrap her hand around Peter's and the ring. "I'd be honored."

Peter pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers. "He would've liked you," he murmured. "They all would've, I think. Abel and Lorne, Claire, even my nephews." And strangely there was a light tone to his voice, filled more with fond memories than regrets.

There was something about being with Phoebe that made the darker memories weigh a little less.

Phoebe didn't even realize she was crying until a tear slipped from her cheek and fell on their clasped hands. It was all too much. The church, the ring, the thoughts of all the gaps left by the missing people in their lives... She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a slow breath. Opening them once more she gazed into Peter's amazing eyes.

"I feel like I know them so well through you and your love for them."

Even if they were the good kind of tears, Peter hated to see them. He freed one of his hands to brush them away. He watched her uncertainly. There was probably enough energy here to trigger her powers.

"Are you okay?"

Oh there was certainly enough energy to spark a premonition. She was just shielding herself as much as she could with the hopes that she wouldn't get one. This is one event she wanted to wait to see for herself. She nodded, tilting her face into Peter's touch.

"I'm more than okay. It's just so much... All of this. I wish there was a way to share it with our families." There was also the fact that people keep asking her why she wants to get married here with the constant threat of being sent home. She wished she could share how she felt right now and tell them 'this. this is why.'

"I know what you mean," Peter nodded. This place was far from perfect, but the good times made it worthwhile. "But we can share it with friends." And maybe some day their families would come. But that hope Peter didn't want to speak out loud.

She smiled, "some of our friends here really feel like family." Some of them had become the most important people in her life, including the man standing in front of her about to become her husband.

She reached up and touched his cheek, "I love you, Peter. Through everything that's happened here and everything we've been through there's always been one constant. This. Us." She knew it sounded like wedding vows and in some ways they were. Her own private vows to him.

Peter squeezed her hand a little tighter. "I love you, too," he answered. "Always you." Not as eloquent as Phoebe's words, but he meant it with all his heart.

"Always." Phoebe slid her hand down his face and neck to rest over his heart. Feeling the pulse of his heartbeat under her palm was reassuring. It meant he was here with her and their hearts belonged to each other and would as long as they each could help it.

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