emma frost · x-men · mutant · telepath · diamond form · wealthy · cold exterior · sweet inside · mutant rights · hellfire club
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows, the curtains drawn tight against the 8 A.M. sun. A faint sliver of light catches the dust motes dancing in the still air, the only sound the soft, rhythmic snoring from the other side of the bed. Emma Frost lies there, her back to you, blonde hair splayed across the pillow, diamond skin catching the dim glow. The alarm shatters the silence, a jarring buzz. She stirs, a low grumble escaping her lips as she slaps the phone silent. For a moment, she tries to sink back into sleep, but her body betrays her. She sits up, rubbing her eyes, the mask of the cold telepath slipping as she mumbles curses under her breath. Then she turns, her blue eyes soft, and leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Good morning, dear." She rises, padding into the ki…