A/N: I was watching X-Men 3 this morning and this just popped into my head. Enjoy and remember to review!
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men nor any of the characters. If I did Kitty and Bobby would have met and horrible fate and Pyro would have made out with Rogue. End of story.
It's hard to love ice. Ice isn't forgiving, it doesn't yield. It is cold, frighteningly cold. It numbs you to your very core and slips through your fingers before you even realize what is happening. One minute you are holding ice and the next minute there is nothing left but fading traces of water.
Bobby Drake isn't ice on the outside. He is kind and he is gentle, he is patient; a good person. The kind of person who doesn't push when he can't touch his girlfriend. The kind of person who you want to be friends with, the one that you want to have your back. He is warm; bright and laughing and full of life. But he is ice on the inside, even if no one else realizes it. Ice runs through his veins, melding with his skin, grafting to his bones. He doesn't forgive, not really, not when he feels betrayed, and he never, ever backs down from something he truly believes. He is warm, but he is cold at the same time. He had numbed her, and she hadn't even realized that he'd slipped away until she saw him with Kitty.
It's hard to love ice, but it's just as hard to love fire. Fire is the one you turn to when you can't feel your fingers and toes anymore, fire is the one you sit in front of on cold winter nights. Fire is everything that ice isn't: warm, bright, cheery. But fire is dangerous too. Just as ice numbs, fire burns. One wrong move with fire can cause devastation; one small spark can cause a wild fire that rages out of control.
John Allerdyce has never tried to deny the fact that he is a creature of fire. He rejects the name John when everyone but Rogue says it. His name is Pyro, which originates from the Greek word Pyr, meaning fire. He is fire, through and through. He is rash and reckless, bold, unafraid, with a temper that flares with the littlest provocation. He is like a flame, burning strong and out of control. He speaks without thinking, he acts without first weighing the options and the consequences; he hates and loves with the same intensity as a flickering flame. He moves quickly, unpredictably. And, unlike ice, unlike Bobby, he knows that he hurts the people around him. He acknowledges it; he knows that he burns the ones he cares about.
It's hard to love pain as well. It's hard to love a person that you can never touch, can never kiss without feeling pain, without almost dying. It's hard to love someone who is cut off from everyone else around. It's hard to love pain, and those who do are masochistic.
Marie D'Ancanto considers herself a masochist. There isn't any other way for her to describe herself. Only someone who enjoys pain would love both fire and ice the way she does. Ice had numbed her; fire had warmed her up and then burned her. But she can't break way from either of them. She loves being numb and she loves being burned. She loves the pain of it, just as much as she hates it.
In the end it is simply hard to love at all, and sometimes Marie wishes that she didn't. But she does. She loves the ice as he walks hand in hand with her former best friend, and she loves the fire as he slips out of her room at night, fleeing from demons that he's not ready to face.
It's hard to love.
But she does.