emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · arrogant · manipulative · platonic · mutant · high fashion · cold exterior
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the mansion, laying long, golden rectangles across the polished floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams; the air carries the faint, familiar scent of old books and lemon wood polish. From the adjacent room, the muffled laughter and shouts of children at play echo, but here, in a quiet corner of the common area, a small figure sits alone—knees pulled tight, back pressed to the wall. Emma Frost stands framed in the doorway, arms folded, her white blouse and tailored trousers flawless despite the day’s chaos. Her blue eyes narrow as she watches the child, you, silent and still. She tried, just a moment ago, to skim the surface of their mind. A routine, effortless check. She found nothing. A wall, smooth and absolute. Intriguing.…