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i’m off to bed i will be lurking around though

#we didn't started out as triplets ;esme frost ; out of muse

auntie esme wow

#we didn't started out as triplets ;esme frost ; out of muse #esme: hears the babies cries both in her mind and irl #esme vc: oh man stop crying pls

thcrin

#breaking ranks #but also #show them who is the boss esme #there is nothing stronger than a woman with something to fight for ; esme frost ;visage

telegion ; david haller & esme frost ; liked for a starter

THE HELLFIRE CLUB IS GONE BY NOW. but esme is stubborn, as strong as the diamond that cover her skin to protect her from the harm of the world and being invaded by someone else’s mind. it’s hard to ignore the call; the whispers of other mutants and people, of a man creating a community, a safe place and how she could laugh at the idea; how many safe places were created through history for their kind? but it’s not that what drives her in, but the POWER. power beyond anything she had felt before outside herself and her sisters.

bright blues look up as she finds herself in a strange room; it’s not her own, and it’s not the facility she had been as a child growing up. “are you real?” the telepath speaks through thoughts, eyes shinning their unnatural glowing blue as she uses her powers. it’s not easy these days for her, her siblings are gone and she feels her powers could be out of control but she is defensive at first. he is the source of power and it puzzles her. the young man is a mystery, and the defense mechanism she has on her own body activates at sight; he is like her and she won’t have her mind being toyed with. skin like stone, diamond shapes across her skin protecting her from telepaths and attacks from the outside world.

“the only others like me I knew were my sisters.” she speaks up, but she chooses against peaking into his mind. what a frighten place it would be with such power. “but you are like us. like me. and yet, SO DIFFERENT.” and then a pause, before a question is asked. “who are you? and what do you want?”

#telegion #telegion ; david haller & esme frost #forgive her she is a tad defensive #but hey telepaths!#aos i got excited excuse the length

talking about height, esme is 5′5″

#we didn't started out as triplets ;esme frost ; out of muse #skyler is 5'6 but other sources say 5'5 so yeah #you became quite the femme fatale in the end didn't you ; esme frost ; headcanons

fact; esme would rather die than not use heels

#she is a diva and she can kill you with her mind let her use her heels #she is small ok

thcrin

So, the sort of rule of thumb — or thumbs — is that Sophie has a slightly higher pitch; we kind of joke that it’s the “creepy baby voice.” She also tends to stand with her left hand over her right wrist in front of her. Phoebe tends to talk in a lower register, and she’s got more sass and bite when she talks. She usually has a hand on her hip, or arms crossed. She’s full of piss and vinegar, like, she’s ready to push buttons at any moment in time. And Esme is sort of our straight shooter. She has my natural speaking voice and she tends to stand with her arms down. - Skyler Samuels

#i love these details to make each one unique #there is nothing stronger than a woman with something to fight for ; esme frost ;visage

dazzleshe‌: Alison Blaire

“ they messed up my coffee. thanks star.bucks. CAN ANYTHING GO RIGHT TODAY?! ” one long wind up, and alison throws the coffee at a wall and sulks back into her chair. “ sorry esme. ” stress of a new tour & losing sleep has dazz on edge, a bit too emotional, and dramatic to say the least. @hivecne sc.

“dazz, it’s just coffee.“ and yet, the telepath is quick to cover her body in the diamond form as the coffee was spill to avoid her clothes being tainted with the material. “let me make you one. and it’s FREE.“ the young woman speaks up, body returning to her usual appearance and approaching the other young woman. “do you need me to help you sleep? ease your mind.”

#dazzleshe

asortofsensation ; andy strucker & esme frost ; liked for a starter

SHE DOESN’T HEAR AT FIRST. diamond form wrapping esme’s body and mind into her own little space of tranquility, the telepath hides herself in the shape that identified her own mother many years ago. sparks come through corners of her body, eyes a bright almost white glow as she turns over and observes who called her. “Andy.” her voice, almost drawn by the crystals that form the perfected shape of her body and she retracts, returning to her usual appearance, somehow ashamed of it, as she had never shown it to anyone but her sisters. “I wanted to be alone, Andy.” she speaks up then, hands wrapping to pick up her coat and wrap it around herself. the diamond form protected her from the cold but now, she felt exposed. “For someone who grew up with a sister, you sure don’t know how to knock when coming into a girl’s room.”

#asortofsensation #asortofsensation ; andy strucker & esme frost

thedevilwithyelloweyes ; amahl farouk & esme frost ; liked for a starter

SO USED TO HER SISTERS’ MINDS, esme believes at first that the presence she feels it’s her sisters, somehow still alive. it has been so long since she saw them, unaware if they were alive or dead, she couldn’t feel them anymore and she fears the worst. but the presence isn’t the same. part of the hive mind it is not. eyes brighten up, an unnatural blue color around her pupils and a glow as she looks over, a mind searching for a mind. another telepath? no. how didn’t she felt it before? a frown forms on the young woman’s features, the landscape before her not her own; this isn’t her mind, this has been corrupted.

someone was peaking into things they shouldn’t; memories as clones, the torture, the loss of her sisters, a weapon they called her and the clones, cuckoos they say. a weapon to kill every other mutant if they use their hive mind mentality. but there isn’t a hive now and esme’s mind is overwhelmed with the power. “you are not part of my head.” she whispers, an echo through the mind walls as she searches. “and you are not one of my sisters.”