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[emmafrrost]

@unleashcd | liked.

( |  SHE’S A VISION IN WHITE; platinum gold in empty skies - YOU’LL NEVER SEE A DIAMOND IN THE FLESH AGAIN;; &&. a small smile, far too practiced to be dripping with the ease at which it does; she can follow footsteps written into her DNA far too many years ago, &&. a sharp rise of her eyebrow; really, dr. grey, one would think you’re nervous of these old sacs of testosterone  | )  

     ❛                   must i always be the one to run the conversation? i admit, you’ve never been vacationing in phuket for a birthday orgy, but do keep up. ❜ &&. there’s that line of break in her famous ice-queen act; she’s actually feeling a bit sorry for jean to be stuck here at a fundraiser for ... alright, so maybe i just don’t care what’s it for. but she must care a bit for jean, because she leans a bit && says:  ❛ brave heart, dr. grey.  ❜

[emmafrrost]

[ random starter | @ironarmored​​​ ]

( |  she’s a doll; forgotten in places you never think         to  look;  she   traded in third place favorite daughter and a billion dollar          trust fund to  go  dance for men with hollow eyes &&. shark smiles; in a          room where you do  things you don’t confess; but in the end it was after.         all  WORTH  IT; she’s got her crown &&. a name she wasn’t just handed          down;  which   for  emma  frost; is worth more than money; empty smile;         picture perfect;   repeat   performance;  glint in your eyes; figure - skater          same; over   &&.  over; golden curls tumbling down; black dress slitting         over; high heels &&. familiar faces; too many men; not enough drinks;    |)

                  ❝  anthony stark. &&. here i’d thought you were                                   dead from flying around in that metal contraption of yours. i’ll buy you                                  a drink to toast your luck &&. health in all it’s good name &&. glory. ❞

[emmafrrost]

[ @liibcrty ]

( |   her eyes   snap    up from the plastic spoon she’s using,       stirring already     diluted  coffee, hair tumbling over her       shoulders,   not    quite pre- elizabethan, Shaw took her       to   Tate    Britain      once,    she   danced   in  front of the       proserpine,  eyes glittering with mismatched adventure,       hair   a   spillage  of    evenings&  the   gallery  rang with       applause; shock  registers itself into her eyes, her voice       does                       not                  crack                          unlike    | )

                      ❝  good evening, miss. i’m                       afraid we haven’t been introduced. Emma Frost. ❞

[emmafrrost]

[ @bbcmycroft​ liked. X ]

( |  trepidation hidden away in crevices of her mind       a small smile grows blonde tresses immacutely         coiffed &&. expensive silk on skin ignored with       attention diverted at the man now in front of her       a swirl of her wine glass &&. dip of her throat     | )

                      ❝  well, good evening. i hope                             you’re enjoying the party.   ❞

[emmafrrost]

[ @acertainfemininemystique​ liked. X ]

( |   sharp angles &&. unlined face in a throngs of people;        three men are cheating at poker; four are cheating on          their wives; three limos outside && her feet are killing        her;    she    places    a      demure     smile    on      her        face;    reminiscent      of     her    early   hellfire     days    | )

               ❝  enjoying the party then,                      Ms. Mystique?    ❞

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@neverparted​

     ❛ my sincere apologies for this. but i’m afraid i must. ‘       crimson lips press against unfamiliar ones as she       hooks a hand at his neck and gives a quick kiss.                    ❛  there’s a man behind me.                   play the part, won’t you? ‘                 

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@exploitedmind

      ||  small    smile;   twist   of    the   lips,    arched eyebrow           speaking a thousand words at once in a sea of discord  ||                         ❛ don’t look at me like that.  i                           haven’t committed a crime.                                                 well. not yet, anyways. ❜

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@webheadedhero​

                                                     she’s a vision; the devil in disguise; the                                 fallen angel; keep her from the cages under                                  god’s control; running in the dark; red lips &&                                  carefully forgotten scars at a precipice                                     

                              ❝ well. i certainly didn’t                                                    expect to find the spider here.  ❞