Times Square

[marvel-citizens.livejournal.com]

In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk
Watch 'Don't walk' to 'Walk'
Easy when you're dreaming
Staring at the movies
Standing in a circle,
Laughing at the wrong time.

If alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.

Take a walk around Times Square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the TV.

By day, the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue dazzles all the senses. By night, the senses are electrified. Anything could happen between Sixth and Eighth Avenues, from West 40th to West 53rd.

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[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He takes her hand, lifting it to place a feather light kiss to the back of it before tucking it under his arm with another smile.

"Sie sind willkommen. It would be remiss of me to allow you to walk away unescorted after such a fall." Did that smile just become a grin? Hard to tell.

"Other unsavory sorts may take advantage of this situation."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

Marion takes a few steps with him before she stops cold.

She's staring at her hand, at the skin visible beneath the thin leather of her glove. The blush, the color, drains from her face as she looks, her gaze slowly dragging across him to look at his face.

"I... didn't hurt you." There is confusion in her voice as she looks back town at the torn glove and then to his hand. It might well occure to Kurt that every square inch of her skin is covered. Or was before some of the fabric tore.

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He stopped when she did, but it's what she says that lifts his brows and brings that smile back.

"I was not aware that you had tried."

Oh, he had noticed her mode of dress. It might be that he even somehow managed to look at the labels and could tell you who made them.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

In a rash act, Marion pulls off her glove and places her hand against his. The soft fur there explains why she hadn't noticed the contact instantly.

And nothing happens.

Nothing at all.

Except Marion faints.

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He catches her easily, somewhat confused. Typically they faint as soon as they get a look at him, not a good ten minutes after. Oh, well.

They're starting to get some looks, however, so he gathers her up into his arms, giving anyone looking a rueful grin.

"Too much to drink."

Then promptly proceeds to walk away with her. He finds a small fountain nearby where he sits, propping her up against him. He takes advantage of this situation to get a good look at her.

Lovely. Even out cold, she doesn't change. Interesting.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

It takes her a small bit to wake up. The nearness of the cool water helps. As she stirs, she murmurs something, almost curling in toward him before her last memory comes to her.

Marion sits bolt upright, turning to look at him. "You can't be real."

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He gives a low chuckle as he brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

"I have been accused of such before, but I assure you I am flesh."

The last word is a bit drawn out.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

The flinch away from him isn't something she thinks about conciously.

"I touched you. I touched you and I didn't hurt you." Even through the veil the glimmer of tears is visible.

"I h-haven't been able to do that since I was twelve."

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

Where has she been? A convent?!

The veil is bothering him at this point so he lifts it slowly out of the way.

"I am just full of surprises. Marion."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

Marion looks up at him, the tears glittering like crystal in the corners of her eyes. Carefully, she reaches out and touches his hand again. Her figers stroke against the softness of the light fur on his hand and her unguarded expression is one fitted to a much more intimate moment than this.

The noise of the people aroud them brings her back to herself. "I'm sorry. That was... very forward of me. I..." Her throat works as she tries to swallows. "My touch hurts people. Everyone. Except you."

From the expression on her face, she's torn between being terribly embarassed by her own actions and becoming entirely caught up in the sensation of touch.

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

This is almost too easy. I have no idea what she is talking about, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let that stop me.

She wants to know what it feels like to be touched? He is more than willing to show her. Those odd fingers of his brush over her cheek.

Only his father knows what the look on his face means...well and a few lovely ladies back in Germany.

"If you say so."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

Marion trembles beneath his hand, her breath catches in her throat. Her eyelids flutter.

"Kurt. Really. I hurt them. Like... Like you're blue. I pull people into my mind through my touch." Her voice is breathless.

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He smiles again, then suddenly stands, holding out a hand to her.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

Marion accepts his hand, standing up with him. Even putting her hand in his is so thrilling.

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

Once more he tucks her hand under his arm, keeping her close.

"You should smile, my lovely Marion. If you have received a blessing, then be grateful, not shocked."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

As she finishes standing, the sting of the cuts at her knees causes a momentary frown. "Oh, I am grateful. I am." Not even the ruin of her stockings and the money they cost is able to pull her too far down.

"I'm sorry, Kurt. I ... must look a fright."

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He glances down to her and smiles. To her it might seem a kind expression. To those who know him, it might look like someone just gave him the keys to the Crown Jewels.

"I think you look beautiful."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

"R-really?"

Marion looks up at him. How are her eyes so wide when she does that?

"M-my stockings are all torn and I'm bleeding." A pause, "I should find a place to clean up."

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

"You wanted to go home, correct? Then let us see you there."

He keeps her walking, though he doesn't know if he's going in the right direction.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

"It... I'm going to be picked up." Marion looks up at him, "I should go meet the car... It is a long walk home."

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

"I see."

The smile diminishes some at the idea of someone picking her up. That just won't do. He can't be seen. Fortunately, that isn't much of a problem for him.

"Where were you going to be picked up? I can at least wait with you to ensure you will not be knocked down again."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

"At the library." Marion smiles up at him again, walking along with him. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Kurt." Her hand on his arm, squeezes lightly.

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He stops walking and turns her to face him, his hands on her arms. Those odd yellow eyes look down on her with an intensity, but there is a smile hovering at the corners of his mouth.

"Please understand...it has been my pleasure." The smile lifts some, the fades. "My only regret is that it won't happen again."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_steelmagnolia_/]

Marion blinks a few times, "I... don't get out often but.. we could meet..." Swallowing, she looks hesitantly up at him, "I don't get much time but we could meet."

[fuzzyblue-elf.livejournal.com]

He smiles as she repeats herself, one of his overlarge fingers brushes under her chin.

"I would like that."

He looks at her for a long while, then turns to continue walking her towards the library.