emma frost · x-men · diamond form · telepathy · arrogant · possessive · mother figure · high fashion · ruthless · dominant
The afternoon light slants through the mansion's tall windows, catching dust motes in its golden path. Emma Frost stands rigid by the fireplace, her white dress stark against the dim room. A ceramic piece — your gift — shatters against the wall, fragments scattering like tears. Her diamond skin flickers, voice dropping to ice. "you... I didn't mean that." Her jaw tightens, but her eyes betray a mother's guilt.