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Immortal X-Men #4 by Phil Noto

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Emma Frost
Immortal X-Men #4 by Phil Noto
Dare Date [ T & D]
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Scott: Scott couldnât keep the grin off his face. âEmma the little nerd,â he awwâd. He shifted over the roof tile, hand propping his head. "Of course you and me? BFFs. If you weren't trying to steal my spot at the top of the class." He fell quieter at the direction of her powers, smile dimming somewhat. Scott furrowed his brow tilting the liquid around his glass. "My powers saved my life -and.. my brother's. I'd be dead without them. But, there were accidents, at the hospital and other times. I used them intentionally. I don't know, some people might still be alive." he shrugged, offering a small smile. "it wasn't the easiest puberty let's say."
Emma: " Even had the pigtails and glasses to prove it." She laughed somewhat at the idea of them being friends, "I would never have let you, friendly competition and all." She fell silent for a moment. "Itâs hard to imagine how we survived." She said with a chuckle before reaching her glass toward his, "Cheers to it being over."
Scott: The shit eating grin only grew. "Oh, this is my new favorite thing. You must have pictures. C'mon." he snorted, "Sorry, but I'm Scott Summers? and I always come first." he was glad for the easy laugh, "We're alive." he chuckled, "Cheers to that." He said clinking his glass a little too enthusiastically.
Uncanny X-Men 2013 #32
Scott Summers in Uncanny X-Men #518
âWas my love storyâ
Emma and ScottÂ
Mother & Â Daughter || Em & Meg
Megan: Megan was standing in the kitchenette of her shared abode, her roommates out to their various routines. Keller already gone to the Hamptons, Bobbi probably out to lunch, and she was left alone. Which was pretty perfect considering that Emma had seemed rather upset. The kettle of warm water squealed and she began pouring and steeping the tea into two rather generously sized mugs. Her door, still unhinged was leaning against the wall so when she caught the feeling of Emma's presence she wasn't really shocked, moving to greet her with a warm smile and a mug of tea. "We can go to my room if you'd like? The lack of door out here creates very little privacy." The young blonde offered.
Emma: She felt silly. This wasn't something Emma Frost did but even she could realize when she was feeling overwhelmed and alone. It seemed that everything was a conspiracy against her. First Ty, then Felicia and now Scott. She knew better than to let people into her life like this but there she was. She chewed her lip. "No one else is here right?" She asked rather tentatively before looking to the door. "This is fine.I won't bother you long..."
Megan: Megan's face fell. "Completely alone, as per normal." If her room was this barren she would usually be at Emma's or out on a run. There wasn't much here to do over the summer other than study, and frankly, she felt like she was doing a bit too much of that anyhow. "If you insist." Her feet led them over to the couch where she sat and pulled her feet up onto the couch with her. "What's been going on, love?"
Emma: She rubbed at the back of her neck before running her fingers through her hair. "I'd take that over everyone and their mum coming over all the time invited an welcomed or not." It was a low muttered. She was tired of that happening. A little respect was all she asked and she didn't even have that. Spending her time cooped up in her room, ignoring the world--avoiding it. "Terribly nothing, I'm afraid. Nothing can go on when no one likes you I guess." She offered with a slightly strained smile trying to play it off as nonchalant.
Megan: She sighed, a hand leaving her mug to run through her tousled hair. "Roommates. There's very little respect in those regards I fear." She didn't have the best roommates, but half of them usually kept to themselves. That was better than not. "Come now, that's not the case at all." She had been noticing the tension recently though. "I'm sorry for Felicia, she doesn't seem to be the greatest in any case. I wouldn't bother with her much. Is there something I'm missing? You wouldn't look so tense otherwise. Talk to me."
Emma:Â Emma nodded, "Understatement. The change in housing can't come fast enough." She brought her knees up to her chest resting her chin on the tops of them looking at the younger girl. "Oh, it is." She knew better than to lie about it. "Don't be. It's what I do best according to Scott and everyone. So why should I care?" She cleared her throat slightly. "I'm just...not handling it like I should I guess. There's only so much even I Â can take from people before it gets to me..." She looked at the girl too with a shrug. "I'm sorry this is horrible unlike me I know..
Megan: Megan moved to set her tea on the coffee table as she listened before turning to face the woman head on. "Anyone who says that can shove it." She defended. "There is no wrong way to handle a situation like this. I think how you're acting is perfectly normal. I mean, of course, you should be upset, even angry." Lord knows Megan would be reacting the same way. "Nothing is unlike you either, that's the beauty of feelings. If they are yours, then you are always you."
Emma: Emma mustered a laugh; it wasn't a genuine laugh. "That'd be all of the campus..." She supposed by then that meant she was back to where she was when she first came to this bloody school. "I'm not made for open emotions... I'm upset," She felt tears building, "I'm angry. I'm tired of this happening." A scoff, bitter and self-loathing left her, "I should be used to people leaving though. It was only a matter of time..." She sniffed she wasn't going to cry. She pressed her forehead to her knees hiding her face. "I suppose but when you're a Frost it's best just to remain...unemotional."(edited)
Megan:Â "Your name shouldn't stop you." But she knew Emma, if not almost better in that. Her own Emma hardly showed anyone how she was feeling. Even going so far as to hide it from her own family. "This is stupid you know. People who leave, they aren't worth your time. You're better than that, better than them." Megan placed a hand on Emma's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. "Don't you dare go diamond on me right now, Em. I know you're going to pick yourself up from this, but I want you to feel this. Recognize that feeling something, good or bad, it's a part of you. It's part of your human make up." Emma: "You never met my father..." She mumbled. If he could see her now she thought. His words echoing in her head over and over again. "I just want someone to stay...Just once....I want someone to pick me not because I'm there and that's all they have but because they want me..." Her words came out on a slight sob. She cleared her throat trying to push it away. A gargled laugh left her. She had been so close to just closing it off. To just shut it away. "Will I? Because Scott...doesn't trust me..." She felt the tears now, "I wouldn't be surprised if he decided I wasn't worth it too... My best friends both hate me. All anyone ever wants from me is my telepathy or to use me as some pawn..." Her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs, clutching herself together. "I don't belong here....I belong in New York beside Sebastian. At least there I was used to being played."
Megan: Emma had her there. "You're right. I didn't meet him, in fact, Mom denied him any sort of access. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if he had no idea of my existence. For the best after all." Megan, stubborn as ever, shook her head. She moved over to wrap her arms hesitantly around the woman. "Loving someone is pain, it's up to you to decide where to go with that pain. Are you going to let him go so easy? Or are you going to sit down and make him talk it out? That's a choice you have to make." She couldn't help there, it wasn't her place or her expertise. "Stand up for yourself," her voice lowered. "you are so much stronger than this, and you deserve so much better than the shit you're getting. AS for New York... I don't know much about that..." Emma:Â "He's an awful man...So yes probably for the best." Emma shook her head. She would have done that too. Would still do it. Winston was a monster. But so was she. Â She lifted her head from her knees to the girl. "What's the point in trying to hold on?" She looked away, "He deserves someone better...Someone he can trust to always do the right thing, who will let him in without needing countless pushes." She lifted her shoulder trying to keep that from stinging. She sniffed wiping her eyes ."We did talk..in Palermo...doesn't change the reality of it all..." She'd live with it. She leaned into the girl's touch. "I'm not today I guess. And this, is what I deserve...and more" She swiped once again at her eyes, "You must think I'm being over emotional huh?"
IC Log: Groot, Scott & Em
Groot: Groot wasn't sure what had happened besides the building falling down on his head. But he was feeling better. The problem was, not all the Terrans were so lucky. Groot was taking some time to check in on the ones he liked, starting with Emma. Quietly he snuck into her room and looked around. [Emma, are you awake? ]
susummers:
This conversation has run through his head a few dozen times on the way over. Arguments, counterarguments, compromises, as if it was a debate to win. So it takes a moment to take in the smile, the immediate acceptance. Fingers dig into the wooden frame. A beat passes and all he can think to say is â- I had a whole speech.â Then heâs sighing and reaching for her, lips pressing against hers. There were doubts. He always had doubts, a bottomless pit of them. But this was his greatest. Sheâs the one person he could never prepare for and the one person he couldnât live without. Aching relief floods through him in waves and he pours it into the kiss. If she had said anything else, he doesnât know what he would have done. âTonight. As soon as you can pack a bag. Letâs just go. Itâs what weâve always wanted and Iâm not waiting anymore."Â
It gives her a bit more than a little satisfaction to know she's cut through something. Surprising the most prepared man she knows, and it's only slightly bittersweet. He's expecting some form of a fight on her part. Pleading and the need for convincing. She's only partly sad to disappoint. "I know." It's said with a smile and a tap to the temple. But it's more than that. It's knowing how his mind works.
It leaves her breathless and numb all together and all at once. It all rolls into her, wave after wave, emotion and thought together, even as she tightens her hold against him. Hands gripping the material of his shirt a silent reciprocation of his own emotions. A form of reassurance in the only way she knows how even though itâs not needed. She can feel it settling relief and something else. "Right, silly question. Of course sooner the better, blah blah. Can it be two bags? You know...shoes in one, and other necessities in the other?" She lingers before him for a moment longer before moving to lug her half-emptied suitcase on the bed. "Well then, letâs go take over the world.â
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The knocks land on her door sharp and clipped, unmistakeabe. He waits on the other side, duffle on the floor, hands clenched around the door frame. In the past heâd just left. Barely a word of goodbye before he was out the door, only a dust trail as he sped away. Always a slave to the mission, to his own demanding instincts. But he has different priorities. He looks up when the door cracks open. His mind is a storm of activity that he knows she can feel so he keeps it simple. âIâm leaving ShieldU. Come with me.â
Heâd rubbed off on her. Always waiting for that goodbye or âuntil we meet againâ. Lingering in the air. Sheâd been conditioned. It lingered in the back of her mind, like always in everything she did. The knock makes her jump but itâs unmistakably him. No one else feels the same against her mind. Itâs hard to distinguish the source against the storm, but she doesnât hesitate to look in any way. Door open between them she looks at the duffle and then him. Heart constricting, jaw tightening in preparation of all the bad news sheâs come to expect. Only it doesnât come. Her brow scrunches for a moment digesting whats been asked.
She brushes the hair from her shoulder. The word always is there but she swallows it back opting for a smug smile like she knew what heâd ask. âWhen do we leave?â
Amber Heard
The way you look is angelic; however, the way you touch is sinful.
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Secret Empire: Brave New World #4Â
Emma Frost
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sightlessruth:
âYes, Iâm in here. I wouldnât be anywhere else just now,â Ruth replied.
Ordinarily she would just leave the person at the door to work things out for themselves, to be sure theyâve made up their mind on the issue. This was cause for an exception. She opened the door herself, waving for Emma to enter rather than linger injured in the corridor.
âSit if you wish to, you ought to do if youâll take the advice,â she said, âYouâre rattling around inside in a new way.â
She fights the sarcastic remark as it bubbles on her tongue. "Right, of course.."
She almost thought for a moment, just the acknowledgment that Ruth was safe was enough, but it wasn't. When the door opened, her mind was made up. They needed to chat.
Brow arched Emma nodded, finding the nearest chair and sitting. It was always a bit eerie how she did that. âI..yes.â She answer lainly. âAnd you? Are yu, alright?â