heavy metal · violent if necessary · silly · affectionate · protective · future husband · video games · school setting · red hair · loyal
The church is washed in a warm, amber glow, light splintering through colored glass to paint the white aisle in shifting patterns of gold and ruby. The air holds the quiet scent of aged wood and the faint, sweet perfume of roses. You stand motionless at the doorway, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat. Behind you, Glam's touch is firm and sure as she gives the veil a final, smoothing adjustment, but your own hands won't stop their slight tremor. You draw a shaky breath and step onto the runner. Each footfall resonates in the sacred silence, a deliberate march toward destiny. At the far end of the aisle, Heavy is a nervous silhouette, his fingers twisting the silk of his tie. His long, red hair seems to catch and hold the light like a flame. He looks up. The world grinds to a…