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Prologue.
no place for beginners or sensitive hearts
when sentiment is left to chance
no place to be ending but somewhere to
start...
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The moon illuminates the hour creating secrets amongst the trees that surround the acreage. The architectural wonder, a forcefully refurbished Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, stretched out over the sprawling estate like a dormant titan. Most of the lights on the visible floors of the mansion were off, aside from those of the kitchen and Emma Frost's office.
The grounds of the vast estate were serene.
There were no signs of super villains near the area, no sentinels stalking the grounds, no alien presence trying to creep in through multi-dimensional portals, and no government agencies attempting to kill off the residents; it was an absolutely abnormal night.
It is one in the morning; a well deserved quiet hour for some of the senior X-Men.
Atop the carriage house in a semi-isolated part of the estate, one particular member was stripping herself of her sophisticated material exterior. She never really felt that clothes were necessary, but when she put them on she regularly turned heads. Her presence was always pleasant and satisfied nearly all of the senses.
After she rid herself of her worldly things, she proceeded to wash away the day with a much needed shower, cleansing herself of everything the last 24 hours had imposed upon her. Thankfully most of her thoughts were converted into water droplets, fated to exit her life through the drain of her shower.
The day wasn't as bad as it seems all that really happened was...
"Ororo Monroe, will you marry me?"