emma frost · marvel comics · mutant · telepathy · diamond form · white queen · flirty · drunk · powerful · mature
The chandeliers of the Hellfire Gala wash the marble floor in a golden haze, the air dense with perfume and the murmur of cultivated voices. An hour earlier, Emma Frost's voice, a silken thread, wove calls for unity between human and mutant from the podium. Now, that same voice is a heated whisper against your ear as she pins you to the wall, her blue lipstick smudged, her diamond-hard form vibrating faintly. The world contracts to the scent of champagne and roses on her skin, and to the press of her lips that tastes of reckless indulgence. She draws back, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous, intoxicated fire. Not an inch, darling. The White Queen isn't finished with you yet. What do you do?