Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend @whitequeen-emmafrost - Tumblr Blog

All Around Me are Familiar Faces // Emma & Fitz

The physicist had smiled at the sight of Emma, grateful to see her again. They had a brief talk a few weeks back, when he was still in the hospital, but he hadn’t seen or heard from her since. He was just glad to see her looking nice as always. Today, she was looking especially nice- all in white just like last time too. It seemed to be a central color for her. Interesting.

"Isn’t it? I’m jus’ suprisin’ everyone these days… must be because of ma good looks." He chuckled and relaxed back into the bench, offering her a small smile to show he was kidding. "Would ya like ta sit down? We didn’t really get tha chance ta talk last time, it’d be nice ta catch up more." He cocked his head and scooted over even more, offering her as much room as he could.

At her question, Fitz bit his tongue and looked down to his hands, staring at the pretzel in his hand like it held the answer to her question. “I’m doin’ alright, thanks. Jus’ uh… jus’ plugging away. I’m back at work, an’ out of the hospital. Both are really nice positives, if ya ask me. What about you, what have you been up to?”

whitequeen-emmafrost

Offering him a charming smile, Emma took a seat next to Fitz, listening more closely to his thoughts than to his words. It was interesting, how he seemed to focus on the positive aspects of his current predicament, rather than the obvious trauma which he faced. Ever the optimist, she supposed. In some ways, though she wouldn't ever admit it aloud, that sort of thinking impressed her. Being optimistic in a dark situation wasn't something many could manage, and yet here he was, legitimately focusing on positive thoughts. She had never been able to do that. No, Emma preferred simply not to feel, rather than to force herself to be an optimist. Things were better that way, or so she told herself.

Showing no outward sign of understanding as to his actual situation, Emma kept her smile in place, nodding. "Good for you," she pointed out, crossing one leg over the other but keeping her posture perfect. "I'm glad you seem to be doing better." It was the truth, considering she wouldn't have a shot at such a brilliant opportunity to look into SHIELD if he had died or gotten worse. Hopefully, with the right moves, she could get what she wanted from this. All he had to do was stay alive.

In answer to his own question, she smiled to herself, glancing back in the direction she had come from for a brief moment. "Oh nothing noteworthy. I've spoken at a few...conferences. Work hasn't exactly been the most exciting," she looked back at him, shrugging lightly. "Speaking of which. Where is it that you work, sugar?"

#p:fitz #all around me are familiar faces

Have you ever slapped someone in the face?

Oh most certainly, darling. Its always well deserved.

zarrysus

Visit Original Link

#soundtrack

Something you are clever at?

Manipulation, darling. You could venture to say that its my specialty.

#asks

leofitz-engineer-blog

All Around Me are Familiar Faces // Emma & Fitz

It was past Leo’s break, and yet he was still at his lab; trying to figure out why a series of connections continually shorted out the power source for a new adapter. He was slowly losing his cool with each failed attempt at fixing the problem, and he knew that if he didn’t stop now, he was going to slam the electronic to the ground and break it into its basic components.

Shuffling out into the streets, Fitz turned up his collar and shoved his hands into his pockets. He needed to get a clear head before going back, and that would require him to actually make an effort in soothing his temper. What better way to do that than order some food? Leo perked up at the thought and headed straight for the nearest vendor- ordering two large pretzels and a soda. He wanted to enjoy the pretzel season while it lasted.

Fitz sank onto a park bench, just outside Central Park. He considered the food he had ordered, realizing he wasn’t truly hungry enough for two pretzels. Groaning, he glared at the food as if it was the pretzel’s fault. There was no point in saving it, so he waited until someone began to pass him by before speaking out. “Hey, excuse me? Do’ya want this? I’m not exactly hungry enough for it… why don’t ya take it off ma hands? I didn’t do anythin’ ta it- promise.” He grinned to the walker, realizing with a start that he had met this woman before. “Emma?”

whitequeen-emmafrost

Emma was on her way back from another mutant rally, feeling slightly pleased with the outcome. They hadn't been interrupted by officers this time around, though to be fair, that had been due to her efforts to convince any nearby officer that they had somewhere else to be, clear across town. This time around, she had actually managed to raise support, in addition to the morale of a few mutants. In times like this, small things like that could go a long ways. She only hoped that future rallies would continue to go uninterrupted.

Quick in her gait, Emma started down the path that led through the park, headed back to the new hotel she had taken up residency in. A few people passed her by, none without granting her a look of sorts, but she payed them no mind. She was always on alert for potential nearby threats, and at the moment, there wasn't a soul around that deserved a second glance. That is, not until a voice spoke up next to her, causing her to stop in her tracks. Glancing over at the man on the bench, she raised a delicate eyebrow. She recognized him immediately, having made a mental note of his workings with SHIELD during their previous encounter. After doing a quick sweep of his mind, her interest in the agent only grew. His mental and physical state was intruiging in it of itself, but his work? Oh, this was going to be fun.

"What a lovely surprise, sugar," she offered him a smile, shifting her weight to one foot and placing a hand on her hip. "Its been a while, Fitz. Are you out of the hospital, then?"

#p:fitz #all around me are familiar faces #para

All Around Me Are Familiar Faces by tfiosisnotokay

#closet #all around me are familiar faces

What would you do if you found out you were a princess?

Why would I wish to be a princess? I’m already a queen, darling.

#asks

Sexiest person that comes to mind immediately?

The stunning specimen that looks back at me in the mirror.

#asks

If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Bring Scott back. I would get rid of the imbeciles that occupy this unfortunate planet.

#asks

Do you have a prefence for boys, girls, both, other, neither?

Hm…lets just say, I prefer to keep my options open.

#asks

How old are you?

A lady never divulges that sort of information, sugar.

#asks

Drink you last had?

18 year old Laphroaig Islay Single Malt Scotch.

#asks

whitequeen-emmafrost

A Queen's Welcome || Emma and Quinn

littleorphanquinnie

At first, Quinn totally had thought that she’d lost it.

It wasn’t hard for her to think that, actually. Her sanity had always been one bad day from a meltdown, one day that was just too terrible to endure, but she’d gotten used to that, and she’d developed ways to fight it, and even if she hadn’t, Quinn was in a better place now than where she’d been when she’d had to fall back on those mechanisms. She had consistent food and shelter, and she wasn’t having to worry about a ‘guardian’ who was over-stressed, overworked, and vastly under-qualified for the job she had.

That being said, when she heard a voice in her head that didn’t sound a thing like her, her first instinct was to stop, freeze, and stare at her hands like looking at them would give her any hints in if she still had her sanity. When she flexed her fingers and they still responded to her, Quinn’s mood began to change from ‘extremely worried’ to ‘extremely confused’, and she managed a ‘what the hell?’ before she started looking up and around. After all, while she was positive that she hadn’t heard the voice, there was something of a chance that other people had heard a ‘Hello, darling’ in their heads as well.

Then she saw an actual person waving towards her, and Quinn’s general mood went from confusion to ‘what the actual fuck’. She raised her hands as she started walking over, showing just how much she didn’t understand what was going on. “Lady, you better hope you aren’t just in my head, because this ain’t fucking funny.”

whitequeen-emmafrost

Watching, or rather sensing the transition from alarm to confusion in the young girl was a reaction which Emma had grown rather used to seeing. Some people tended to react more drastically than others, but it didn't appear that Quinn would be among that sort. Gathering from her file, this girl was smart enough to keep herself somewhat grounded in an unfamiliar situation. At least, she hoped that would be the case. If not, she could easily take matters into her own hands and calm the child down without so much as batting an eyelash.

She considered interrupting the girl's momentary confusion in order to explain herself, but she decided against it. Instead, she waited patently to observe what Quinn would do. Not much longer after, she noticed Emma's presence, and she felt her confusion grow into utter bewilderment.

Raising a delicate eyebrow at the young girl's choice of words, Emma walked forward to meet her, all grace and poise. "I'm as real as they come, sugar," she spoke aloud this time, her expression purposefully open. "I simply prefer not to shout," she smiled, coming to stop next to her. "Sorry if I startled you, Quinn. I'm Emma Frost," she held out her hand, curious to see if the girl would take it or not. Some recruits were more trusting than others. "Member of the Brotherhood of Mutants."

#p:quinn #sorry this took so long to reply to! i was on hiatus #*offers apologies via snuggles*