Ten minutes past the hour of nine a.m. sat a nervous man in a rented tuxedo, his feet tapping some incoherant Morse code. There was a suede tie around his neck he couldn't get loose enough and a red carnation pinned to his lapel. There was a fan swirling above him in the valted church hallways cieling. He was in the hall all alone, none of his friends were arriving for another half hour but he had to be there early. He was the groom. There was a gorgeous Southern belle twirling around in a white bride's gown in the room down the hall, laughing and sighing with two girls he had known for years. She was the girl who put the step in his feet and the breath in his lungs; his nightingale. He could sit for hours just inhaling her sweet, tender voice and dazzling smile. Thats why when he felt the velvet box rub against his knuckles before bringing it out, watching her smile in anticipation was all the assurance he needed to ask this angel to be his wife. So, you may ask yourself that if he was so sure about her, why he was so nervous? Naturally, he was anxious about the ceremony, how she looked and the ever-recurring worries about their future. There was something dangerous about this girl that just by looking at her you would never be able to tell. That lying beneathe the innocence of her pale skin and rosey cheeks was the power to harm someone just with her touch. If they kissed, it could only be through cloth and if it was naked skin, then it could only last seconds. There was always problems occuring between the two of them regarding this. He pretended to not care just to make her feel secure but inside it was slowly killing him, not physically, but in all ways emotionally. Many hours he spent secretly just sitting outside in the garden, worrying, aching and often crying bitterly in his frustration. He didn't doubt she went through the same angst, didn't often feel jealous watching other couples interact with one another so freely. She often refrenced her gloves to her ball and chain, ever reminding her of her 'gift'. Only in battle did he really wonder at her powers, at how easily she could become as powerful as the strongest of mutants. All he could do was freeze things and freeze his body; in comparison, he didn't even match up. But she loved him and today, standing before God, they were going to entwine their lives, to be man and wife, forever. Til death do you part...