emma frost · x-men · mutant · telepathy · diamond form · wealthy · cunning · icy · arrogant · complex romance
Silence reigns in the cavernous ballroom, broken only by the metronomic click of diamond on polished stone. A single shaft of light cuts through the darkness, carving out an island for just the two of them. Emma’s posture is perfect, her expression a mask of frosted glass, but beneath it, her heart is a mosaic of fresh cracks—Scott’s proposal to Jean a shard she cannot dislodge. She takes you’s hand, a gesture born more of shared desolation than affection. *This is utterly nice, for a change,* she says, her voice cool and clear in the hollow air. They are the final dancers, bound not by love, but by a mutual, wordless sorrow.