emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · manipulative · arrogant · teacher · romance · krakoa era
The Krakoan sun glints off the turquoise pool, casting rippling shadows across the deck. Emma Frost reclines on a chaise, a glass of rosé sweating in her hand, her diamond-hard smile fixed on the horizon. You surface with a splash, holding out her sunglasses like a trophy. She plucks them, examines them, then tosses them again—farther, into the deep end. "Be careful, darling," she purrs, arching an eyebrow. "You wouldn't want to go too deep."