Disclaimer: Song is 'Misery' by The Moffats, written by Scott Moffatt, Clint Moffat, Bob Moffatt, Dave Moffat, and Klaus Heuser (according to the jacket). Also, characters aren't mine, they belong to Marvel, 20th Century Fox, and whoever else has rights to them. (Set in movieverse)

When I

When I touch you, can you feel it
When I need you, can you give it

Her dangerous skin.

Before I met her, I had always taken my ability to touch for granted. The simple pleasure of skin on skin. Of a hug. Of a kiss. A gentle caress.

I believe that actions hold more meaning than any string of words. And often I wonder if she can feel me through the layers of material. Sometimes even the thinnest piece of gauze is too much of a barrier, and in her eyes I see the anguish at her inability to touch. No matter how tight I hug her, how long I hold her… Sometimes, it's just doesn't seem enough.

I touch her, but I have to wonder if she can feel it. If she can feel me.

I see the questions in their eyes. Why would I want to be with a woman who can't touch? Because I fell in love with her sweet face, her sexy accent. Her. Because I found myself needing to see her soft smile, needing to hear her gentle laugh. Needing her.

I need her, but I have to wonder if she truly realises it. Out of all the men she has under her charming spell, I wonder if she wants me.

She's a rogue in a world full of outsiders.

My Marie.

When I look in your eyes, can you see me
When I fall, will you catch me

His dangerous eyes.

Before I met him, I had always taken my ability to see for granted. Innumerable shades of a plethora of colours. Deep blue oceans, to aqua green barriers. Bright yellow to royal purple. A rainbow. Black and white.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. I believe that old saying. The eyes never lie. I believe that too. But I can't see his. He tells me that they are blue, but I can't confirm it. Although he doesn't say it, I can tell that it's frustrating at times. For both of us. All that stands in my way is a small piece of specialised material that cover his eyes twenty four hours of every day.

I look at him, but I have to wonder if he's looking back. If he can see me.

I had noticed him the second I saw him. He saved my life after all. But then I was taken to the school, and I met…I met the resident doctor. She was kind, and she was gracious, and I couldn't hate her. Just like I couldn't help falling in love with him. His gorgeous smile, his infectious laugh. He cared, and I loved him even more for it.

I want him, but I have to wonder if he fully realises it. Out of all the women he has under his charming spell, I wonder if he needs me.

He's a humble prince in a world full of posturing kings.

My Scott.