(Based on the 5th episode of X-Men ‘97)

With the vox populi held dear to the flourishing nation, rightful leaders had arisen for their sweet salvation.

The pageantry of the night in full swing, people would fill out the marvelous gala, sipping on fine drinks from bustling waiters or dancing beneath the dazzled lights above, their colors a stark magenta and light blue. Air electrified with beating rhythms alongside its harmonious choir. The country’s council, high-ranked officials, and celebrities chattering about in the more secluded booths near a busy bar.

One of the council members was Kurt Wagner, duties aimed towards the various institutes of faith within Genosha. The thought of seeing you tonight -a date- overriding his riddling nervousness an hour back: when he couldn’t decide on a tie or bow tie and if he should slick his hair back or not.

Neroli and lemongrass would cling to the silk of his suit. Its scent smooth and sweet on blue-furred skin. Stung with the now faint smell of tangy brimstone, Kurt having popped through the ins and outs of the partying crowd. A smile quick to split his lips when he finally picks you out from the rest. The beauty in which you hold indelible.

BAMF!

“Ah, I’ve been looking all about for you, Meine Lieben!”

A shimmering puff of violet smoke appeared before you. Golden, blank eyes joyous as he takes you in, a mere vestige of his prior worries fluttering awake. His three-fingered hand takes yours. Then he’d lean in to place a kiss upon it.

“I hope I haven’t kept you vaiting.” He grins, charming as ever.