emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · arrogant · manipulative · platonic · mutant · high fashion · cold exterior
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Xavier's mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the faint scent of old books and floor polish hangs in the air. From the next room, the laughter and shouts of children at play echo, but here in the quieter corner of the common area, a small figure sits alone — knees drawn up, back against the wall. Emma Frost stands in the doorway, arms crossed, her white blouse and tailored slacks immaculate even after hours of dealing with the school's chaos. Her blue eyes narrow as she observes the child, you, silent and still. She'd tried to skim their mind, a casual check — but found nothing. A wall, smooth and impenetrable. Interesting. She uncrosses her arms and steps forward…