elijah frost 💎

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[frostbyteme]

◈ birth name:  elijah grant frost ◈ birth place: boston, massachusetts ◈ gender: cismale ◈ orientation: homosexual ◈ position: bottom ◈ species: mutant ◈ codename: elijah frost ◈ occupation: co head-mister of the xavier institute; chief executive of frost international ◈ team affiliation:  x-men ◈ abilities: telepathy, mind control/link, diamond form(mutation) ◈ alignment: neutral good ◈ + traits: sharp-witted, self-assured, charitable ◈ - traits: haughty, conniving, aloof. ◈ bio: elijah grant frost grew up in the abundant neighborhood of Snow Valley, Massachusetts as the son of a wealthy father, however, he was an incredibly abusive parent. He developed his powers while under pressure from his father to achieve success in life. elijah eventually overcame the "ugly duckling" effect, that came with being bullied in school as well. in young adulthood, he transformed his look, complete with dyed hair and slight cosmetic surgery. this accompanied his new found autonomy. elijah blackmailed his father after he got a professor who he was sexually involved with terminated. Despite his father being enraged, he decided in that moment how intelligent elijah truly was, and allowed him to take over the family business. he did for a stint before leaving the family, allowing his sister to take over mostly. elijah joined the radical mutant group, the Hellfire Club. After spending a stint there as well the “White King,” later joined X-Men to lead a team. He now serves as co-head mister at the Xavier Institute, while also trying to maintain a healthy temperament in the new utopia formed, weary of what ominous undercurrents could be taking place.

[masked-sluts]

"If you ask my friends, 'Presumptuous' is my middle name."

Among other things. But that's not important right now. Jason takes the hand and uses it as an excuse to step closer to the man. Elijah.

"Pleasure to meet you, Elijah," he says, voice almost purring. "My actual name is Jason. And if you want to get out of this dump, I can promise a decent first date."

[frostbyteme]

The curl on the side of his lips grew into a smile once the other accepted and brought himself closer. “Ah I share the same sentiments. Certainly a pleasure to meet you also, Jason,” he replied, almost mimicking the purr in Jason’s tone. He intentionally grazed the top of his hand once they shook. Elijah took a short pause before speaking again.

“I’d definitely like to take you up on that offer. Please saunter us away to some place with a bit more- “he stopped himself to slightly frown his face and peer up at the ceiling of the bathroom, then to the stalls. “Decorum,” he finally added after looking back to Jason.

[masked-sluts]

Jason can understand why someone would invite a beauty like this to a dump like this. Make the place look better by putting hot people in front of the trash.

"Usual in the sense of the type," Jason answers. "Unfortunately, a lot of people I work with like these types of shitholes. I'm sorry your friends don't seem to care about you enough to keep you away from dumps like this."

Jason finishes washing his hands and reaches for paper towels to dry them, never looking away from the man.

"You got a name, sweet thing, or do you prefer not to give that out on first dates?"

[frostbyteme]

He slightly chuckled once more and shrugged, “Hmm well you may have caught on to the truth with that one. Clearly, I should be in search of some new...interesting acquaintances,” he ended with a smirk as his eyes trailed over the other. Elijah naturally crossed his arms over one another and leaned against the wall near the sink. He was also persistent with lingering his pupils over the man even as he washed his hands.

“Ah first dates?” he spoke and raised his brows. “We’re being pretty presumptuous aren’t we darling?” He casually uncrossed his arms and lifted one hand up towards the other for a shake. “I’m Eljiah, and yourself gorgeous?"

[spangledmen]

Elijah was responsible for some of the most enjoyable nights Scott ever experienced, especially lately, in Jean's absence. It took him a while to become used to the feeling of another in his bed, but Jean wouldn't want him to be lonely. That was the only thing that alleviated his guilt during his tryst with Elijah.

But with Jean back, his allegiance snapped back to him, leaving him and Elijah in a tricky spot. One he wasn't so sure the other was completely willing to leave alone.

"So what do you propose we do, then...?" asks Scott, watching as Elijah's hand migrates his own.

[frostbyteme]

Elijah took a moment to gently knead the top of Scott’s hands once it was placed there. His sharp eyes remained fixed on the other’s features. He contemplated how he wanted to go about answering the question. Of course, with certain boundaries being enacted, he couldn’t approach with the same vigor as he would’ve before.

“Well, we just…we shouldn’t be afraid to lean on each other. Ever. Any overwhelming darkness that starts to manifest in your mind, please don’t be afraid to come to me for help. There will be subsequent forces that won’t hesitate to play on that,” he continues with a look of concern. Elijah further trails his hand up slowly, now closer to his bicep.

[spangledmen]

Elijah was on the side of good –for now, anyway— but Scott knew better to let him have unfiltered access to his mind. His lack of reluctance to honor his wishes conveyed a sort of mutual trust between them; they'd been through enough as enemies-to-allies-to-lovers to ruin that now. Especially with Jean back. On some level, Elijah had to know he'd never take precedence over the redhead.

"Thank you, Elijah. I appreciate it. I know our past is, well, complicated, but that doesn't mean we can't get along. As for your question, what isn't weighing on me now... how much of this multiverse thing are you privvy to?"

[frostbyteme]

The telepath could scoff at the adjective Scott used to describe their past. Complicated was an understated way to put it, however, Eljiah enjoyed the pleasurable moments that came from it. “Well, that is true, we are allowed to still have a cordial relationship between one another,” he responded before nodding after Scott confirmed the weight on him. “I, begrudgingly, become quite privy to a lot of it. This collision of various forces and different worlds has been so abrupt. However, something tells me that there are other things bubbling underneath us. We haven’t even scratched the surface, I fear,” Elijah assures and transitions his sly expression into a more concerned look.

"We will need each other more than ever Scott, time will tell,” he urged before slowly moving his hand over to gingerly place it atop the other’s.

[masked-sluts]

Jason sighs as he zips up and flushes the surprisingly clean toilet. The place may not care if their clientele is savory but they manage to keep their restrooms clean as fuck.

He steps out of the stall and walks up to the sink, glancing at the other guy washing his hands. Then Jason gives him a second look because damn. That's a fine ass man. He's already gotten the intel he'd come here for so maybe he can have fun for the rest of his night. Bruce isn't expecting him back in Gotham until Monday anyway.

"What's a beauty like you, doing in a dump like this?" He starts to slowly and thoroughly wash his hands, taking care to show off how long his fingers are.

[frostbyteme]

He wasn’t shameful when it pertained to eyeing the man that crept from the stall. Seeing how pleasant he looked made him quell his annoyance. He cleared his throat and slightly turned to face the man properly so he could respond. Before verbalizing, he chuckled slightly, glancing at the floor, before looking back up to the other. “Well, I received an invitation. I wasn’t completely aware of how much of a dump it actually was. I wasn’t pleasantly surprised,” he said.

Elijah tilted his head a bit before continuing. “Is this your usual stomping grounds? Familiar territory?” the telepath questioned.

[frostbyteme]

[spangledmen]

Scott didn't really know, well... much of anything, anymore. Especially not where he stood with Elijah after Jean's unexpected return. The two had a brief fling during Jean's absence — one he fully disclosed to him already. Jean, to his credit, returned the gesture with grace, not holding it against Scott.

But he knew Jean might feel a certain way about it moving forward, which meant trying to navigate a healthy, working relationship with Elijah in light of recent events. Whether or not Elijah chose to respect this, however... that remained to be seen.

"Hello to you too, Elijah," Scott returned, very accustomed to telepathic communication thanks to his long-term relationship with Jean. (He had a type, so what?) "Didn't I ask you to not speak to me this way...? You know how I think it feels like cheating, with Jean back..."

[frostbyteme]

Elijah simply chuckled darkly and peered down at the floor, upon Scott’s retort to the current mind invasion. “…Of course dear,” he said one final time inside of his mind before gracefully dropping out. He wanted to do what he could to keep himself in good standing with the other. During the absence of the red head, Elijah became deeply enthralled in what the two of them not only shared but did together. Now he was suddenly given the expectation to somehow be only cordial with Scott, creating some boundaries, now that Jean was back. Despite feeling it rather unfair, he bowed out and agreed to do so, however, begrudgingly. The link they shared couldn’t help but urge Elijah to walk that thin line whenever he would catch him alone.

He casually strolled up more now, meeting Scott towards the balcony railing. He leaned against it, now meeting his expression. “It’ll never happen again, I’ll honor your boundaries,” he said, now forming a raised brow and a smile. It was a smile that couldn’t help but come off sly in nature. “However, what is weighing on you? I now ask as a platonic confidant Scott.”

[losingbenni]

Jacob Anderson as LOUIS DE POINTE DU LAC Interview with the Vampire | 1.07

[frostbyteme]

◈ Location: nightclub (night) ◈

closed: @masked-sluts

A half smile manifested on the mutant’s lips as he slightly made his way past a small crowd. The moment there was some considerable distance made, Elijah sighed and rolled his eyes. The particular group made him audaciously turn his nose up at them. His tenure with the Hellfire Club made him far from a stranger when it pertained to wild parties. However, even then there was some sort of…decorum, so to speak, when it pertained to the invited guests. He happened to have stumbled upon a party tonight after receiving a unique invitation. Despite the short time he’d been here, he already worked his abilities and deciphered some of the crowd, realizing how degenerate some of these people truly were.

The host who threw all this together seemed to have the bright idea of enmeshing classy with trashy tonight. Eljiah initially came out of boredom, wanting to temporarily evade responsibilities at the school and siphoning resenting thoughts from some of the students. He needed a break. He was able to move about and find the bathroom, his aimed destination. The man sashayed inside, immediately positioning himself in front of the mirror. He sighed once more and lowly chuckled to himself. It was towards the thought of him washing his hands as some sort of metaphorical way to cleanse the dirtiness from the low-rate minds he invaded tonight.

His piercing eyes looked up to the mirror as he gazed at his own reflection. That moment was quickly interrupted as he heard the sound of one of the stalls unlocking behind him. Instead of fully turning, he only slightly trailed his eyes towards it through the mirror. He awaited to get a visual of the culprit who intervened into his moment.

[frostbyteme]

[frostbyteme]

◈ Location: x-mansion (balcony) ◈

closed: @spangledmen

The icy co head-mister casually placed his glass into the dishwasher before preparing to casually sashay out of the kitchen. The potent effects of the particular chamomile he had chosen to sip already seemed to be working through him. Elijah needed something to quell some of the internal pressure from a day filled with duties, that included stern lesson plans with a few students. Despite a bit of overextending himself, he succeeded in not folding, per usual, exuding an effortless demeanor. His home slippers glided across the floor; his designated location was his bedroom. There was a sudden undercurrent of strenuous mental detection that captured his attention, quickly causing him to halt his path in the hallway. Elijah remained stationed, furrowing the tailored brows on his expression. He attempted to decipher the source. A sly smile formed on his features after figuring out just who was busy in that mind of his. He appropriately followed, tracking the individual. His digits gripped the knob as he gingerly pushed the door forward. He leered against the back of Scott Summers himself, who was solely planted on the balcony. “Have quite a bit going on in here huh?" Elijah gently ushered his own way into the other’s head, not needing to move his lips. He leaned his slender build against the door frame while doing so. " I excel at aiding when one begins laboring themselves in the barrage of boundless thoughts...you know better than most," he continued on. The man now leaned up some, only slightly inching forward.

[frostbyteme]

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