Who: Peter Petrelli and Jaenelle Angelline What: Setting up Where: Griffith Park Observatory When: Morning and early afternoon. Rating: G Status: complete
Peter looked back at the chart in his hand. He frowned, then tilted it on it's side, and looked back at the arrangement of chairs, dias, and flowers. It looked to be how Sarah had set it up, from what his eyes could tell. Peter had never even attempted to suggest the hint of a possibility of a thought that Sarah might have been just a little bit obsessive when it came to planning this event. There were three reasons for this; one, Peter was occasionally wise enough to know how to not provoke people; two, he was much happier having his skin attached to him than stripped off by a single glare; and three, Sarah's dedication and obsessive planning had worked to make this all come together in time.
In a few scant hours, she would be walking up the aisle, to take her place at his side. Peter paused and took a breath, shutting his eyes for a moment.
I'm getting married.
And then, all of a sudden, it struck. I'm getting married?! There was a bolt of panic, and a knot of fear in his gut. The world spun for a moment, and Peter would have stumbled, if a pair of arms hadn't caught him around the shoulders to keep him upright.
"Come along, Peter," spoke a pleasant voice that seemed on the verge of laughter. "No stumbling today. You're out of time."
Peter turned, and found himself looking back at the young woman who had constructed the webs that saved Sarah from Famine's curse. He had contacted her, shortly after sending the invitaions, to ask about a spell to keep the ceremony safe. At the time, her response had been simply that all would be taken care of, and he need not worry. At the time, it had seemed enough. Right now...
"I'm getting married."
Peter blinked. That wasn't what he had meant to say. He needed to ask how they were going to keep the area secure. How she could know that they were protected. But those three words were all he could say. "I'm getting married."
Amusement and warmth flickered in Jaenelle's eyes. "Yes," she said. "You are." She gave him a pat on the cheek and smoothed his hair back, away from his face. "That's what you do, when you love someone. Isn't it?"
When you love someone. Sarah. He nodded. "That's... what you should do. It's... what I want."
The smile began in her eyes, and spread to her lips. "Then let's make sure it's all perfect." Before Peter could protest, Jaenelle had tugged the papers out of his hand and was looking them over with zeal. Her eyes moved between the paper, and the seats that Peter had spent the last hour arranging to Sarah's specifications. He'd thought he had it right, but Jaenelle had other ideas. As he watched, several chairs vanished, reappearing seconds later in a new location, or shifted slightly, or both. A few moments later, the witch smiled, satisfied, and handed the sheet back to Peter.
It took only a single glance to see that she had matched the chart perfectly. Every line, every angle, every petal in perfect arrangement. Peter furrowed his brow. "How did--"
"You only need to use your eyes to see it, Peter," Jaenelle explained. "You were looking with your heart." Another smile. "She loves you. You love her. You don't have any more need to prove yourself. Let your heart rest easy for now. It will have plenty to do later on."
Peter looked back at the arrangements, and the chart. So simple to see now. Just use his eyes. He flipped to the next diagram, and studied it carefully. Then, he looked at the flowers that needed to be arranged. For several minutes, the flowers danced their way through the air in a flurry of activity. When the last petal had settled, he looked back at the diagram. Perfect. Peter let out a sigh of relief.
Jaenelle nodded, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Good job. I think you'll do fine." She patted his arm, and turned away.
Peter spun. "You're leaving?"
Jaenelle looked back at him, brows raised. "Well, if you want me wearing this at your wedding, I guess I can stay." She gestured at her attire, a silk shirt several sizes too large, and some worn and frayed trousers that looked comfortable, even if they also looked ready to crumble. "All the dressing up isn't really my style. But I think Sarah would prefer if I had a dress on instead of Papa's shirt and some old trousers."
"But what about the spell? Invitations only?" She couldn't have forgotten, right?
Jaenelle waved a hand, dismissively. "Oh, that? It's done."
Peter looked around. He couldn't see anything out of place. Nothing that indicated she had done what he had asked. How could he question her, without sounding insulting?
Luckily, Jaenelle saw his concern, and nodded. Her sapphire eyes darkened for a moment, and she raised a hand. The Black Jewel on her finger flashed once, and then, Peter saw it. A dome of magic, dark and powerful, was settled over the area, and under, even extending several meters under the earth to ensure full protection. The threads of power were linked together by webs; spidersilk webs that Jaenelle had created, each one bearing a chip of a Black Jewel to link them together. The webs were the pillars, linking the spell together and creating that dome of Black power.
Then Jaenelle lowered her hand again, and it was gone. "My gift to you and your Lady. Only those with invitations can cross the webs, unless taken through by yourself, or Sarah. A day with no surprises but happy ones."
No, Peter realized. Not gone. Simply hidden. It would stay invisible to anyone and everyone, but now that he had seen it, Peter could just about feel the net of power that surrounded them. Safe. Secret. He smiled, and then nodded. "Thank you."