paradisalost | fifteenth spell cast

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fifteenth spell cast

Who: Phoebe and Peter
What: Apologies for catching the crazy
When: Crazy backdated to the day after the Heavy Metal Shards loss
Where: Peter's room
Rating: PG-13

When Phoebe woke up after her escapade into evil... again... she knew above all that she owed Peter an apology. She couldn't imagine how worried he must have been, at the very least. She downed a few aspirin for her pounding headache and took her time showering and getting ready. Delaying the inevitable? Maybe. She'd done this a few times already in her life, and it never seemed to get easier.

Eventually she made it over to his room. She hesitated for a moment before knocking gently.

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One thing was true about Paradisa: there was always something going on. If it wasn't the castle itself it was a person affected by it. That's what Peter assumed had happened to Phoebe. He hoped, anyway. And kept his eyes open for the end of it.

He went to the door and opened it. "Phoebe!" Peter lit up on seeing her.

Phoebe let go of the breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. His excitement at seeing her just made everything feel right again.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his chest. "Peter. I'm sorry. I hate using the castle as an excuse but, well..." She let her voice trail off.

"I know," Peter assured her gently, resting a hand on her back. "I know." Of course he knew. He'd been through some very bad things since coming here over a year and a half ago.

She smiled, relaxing in his arms. "I'm just glad I didn't do anything too terrible. I don't know what I would have done..."

Peter hugged her a little tighter. He was glad, too. That kind of guilt was terrible to live with, even if it came by a force as powerful as the castle. Peter would never wish that on anyone. Especially Phoebe.

"It wasn't that bad," he said, trying to be reassuring.

She pulled back slightly to look into his face with a small smile. "No. It could have been a lot worse. I'm just sorry I worried you."

Peter pressed a kiss to her cheek, stroking gently through her hair. "It's okay. You're back and that's all that matters."

"I am. And if I never heard 'Freebird' again it would be too soon." She laughed. "Can I come in?"

"Of course." Peter stepped aside so she could come in. It was nice to hear her laugh again. Losses like the kind she just got off of were the ones that tempted people to retract into themselves.

"I've missed you," he said quietly.

Phoebe stepped in, wrapping her arms around herself. The fact that it wasn't the first time she'd been turned evil lessened the blow, but it brought back some pretty unpleasant memories, nonetheless.

She turned to look at him, smiling a little sadly, "The only thing I could think about since I woke up this morning was coming to see you."

Carefully Peter shut the door behind her, watching her with concern in his eyes. He knew all about evil. He lived with it for what felt like years, had seen it in a man he loved like a brother, and had even felt it in himself. He hated that Phoebe had to experience that feeling, too.

"Here I am," Peter answered.

She took a step closer, "I know I keep saying it, but it really does mean so much to me to have you, Peter. To have you and for you to be so amazing and understanding..." Her smile brightened as she looked at him, her eyes shining with emotion.

"If I am," Peter said quietly, "it's only because I've been through the same thing." He could've said something about being an empath, but not about this.

"It's also because you're such a good person." She stepped forward and slid her arms around his waist, looking up at him.

"So are you, Phoebe." It felt like the right thing to say, given what just happened to her. He put his arms around her to keep her close.

She relaxed against him. Her shoulders and neck were still tied up in knots, but she was starting to feel more herself, at least. "Can I stay here, tonight?"

"Stay here as long as you want." As if Peter would've answered it any other way.

Phoebe went up on her toes and pressed a light kiss against his lips, "You know, one of these times you're going to say that and I'm just never going to leave." She smiled, half jokingly.

"Maybe..." Peter hesitated, feeling nervous even as the words came out. "Maybe I don't want you to leave. Maybe... I want you to stay here."

Phoebe froze, watching his face. Was he asking what she thought he was asking? She had had the thought, herself, but hadn't wanted to broach the subject. She had been too worried that it would just frighten him away, like most other guys.

Her heart in her throat, she opened and closed her mouth once or twice before the words finally came out. "Peter... Are you asking me to move in with you?"

Peter never got this far in a relationship before. But with Phoebe, it felt right. He reached out for her hand, sqqueezing gently. "Yes." He probably should've said more, but he couldn't get any more words out.

Her face cracked into a grin as she let go of Peter's hand to wrap her arms around his neck. "Yes. Yes, of course!"

The rational part of her brain was trying to stop her, saying that four months is too soon to move in together. Then the emotional part of her brain beat that thought into submission. She loved Peter, she knew it with all her heart. Magic castle be damned, what they had was real and she wasn't about to pass up a chance like this. All that mattered was that he made her happy. Happier than she'd been in a long time. The thought made her so excited she didn't know whether to jump up and down or cry big sappy tears of joy.

Four months probably was a short time for most people, but for Peter it was the longest he'd been in a relationship. So if he was jumping ahead a little fast, it was only because he loved Phoebe.

Phoebe pulled back just enough to look at Peter's face, to let him see how happy she is. She leaned in and kissed him, one hand cupping his cheek.

"I love you, Phoebe," he said against her lips. The words came so easily to him now. And they were definitely worth saying at this particular moment.

No matter how many times she heard him say it it still made her heart flutter. She smiled, sliding her hand around the back of his neck so she could hold him closely. "I love you, too, Peter."

His lips moved into a smile. He loved the way she said that. Carefully he guided her over to a chair so they could sit. He wouldn't bring up what had happened again. Not unless she needed to talk. For now, he was content with just being with her.

Phoebe let him lead her to the chair. It was such a strange feeling. She had woken up that morning with a splitting headache and the memories of turning evil... again... though it was a pretty ineffectual evil this time around. Now she felt lighter than air. She felt closer to Peter than ever before. She was moving in with him, something she certainly hadn't expected. She smiled, looking at him.

"Peter. I'm so happy I met you. You really are incredible."

Well, the goal was to get her mind off the loss, and it looked like Peter accomplished that. He pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and pressed a kiss against her lips.

"Just don't scare me like that again, okay?" he murmured.

Phoebe smiled and leaned her forehead against his. How did she get so lucky? Really!

"I'll do my best. I wish there was some easy way to know when someone was on a loss. Take out some of the guesswork..."

Peter made a thoughtful humming sound in his throat. "It's usually a change in behavior," he said after a while. "Or their memories are different. It's easier to tell if you know the person." He gave Phoebe a meaningful look.

Phoebe grinned, hooking her legs over Peter's and snuggling against his chest. "That settles it. We can make it through thick and thin, crazy losses and whatever else this castle can throw at us."

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