Damned if I do, bored if I don't

“I’m gonna pass on that one. Sounds like a recipe for disaster.” And Amy knew what a disaster her feelings could be. She’d hurt people before, when her powers were still new. Or when they got on her bad side. She gives a sarcastic smile. “Thanks but no thanks.”

“i see.” she wasn’t disappointed. jean didn’t have much of a right to that, when it came to amy, and terror the thought of what emma would have done if she had dared think she did. she was not amy’s mother, and it wasn’t in her nature to try and insert herself into such a place ; but she shared scott’s blood, and jean was a woman known for her capacity for love. amy was no exception. “if this is an issue, amelia…- i’m not scott, and i’m not emma, and your mother… much as she may try, sometimes, can’t read my thoughts. i’m IMPARTIAL, so to speak, and a safe bet if you…- if you’d like to speak to someone.” 

Amy was a little surprised that Jean wasn’t disappointed in her. Nor angry. That was a change to how most people reacted. She wasn’t an idiot, even without her empathy power she could see it in them. Jean’s reaction almost stumped the unshakeable young woman. Almost. “Well, she can read mine sometimes, so...” She’d fought against the idea of needing help, telling everyone including herself that she could kick this alone. She’s fine, nothing and no one touched her. But she slipped up. Again.

The former White Queen of the Hellfire Club, EMMA FROST is a powerful mutant telepath who can transform herself into organic diamond. She has become an prominent member among the X-Men. A gifted teacher, Emma is renowned for her beauty, wit, and revealing attire.

winona already hated this place. she imagined it is a record for her. she was a beautiful heir to a crime empire worth more money most people would possess in multiple lives, but now… she was here. she was the girl who’s secrets were made into memes on people’s instagram explore pages. and, she was also the girl who was entirely lost. she flagged down the nearest person with a wave of a red-nailed hand. ( ha, ha, ha. ) ❝ do you work here ? ❞ they were outside. that was such a vague question, but winnie didn’t quite… how do you say, care. ❝ look, either way, i’ll give you fifty dollars to help me out. ❞

Amy was the daughter of Emma Frost, she had been brought up in wealth and sophistication. She knew money in a person when she saw them, even without her powers. In clothes, in hair and nails, and in attitude. It wasn’t even a conscious thing, she just knew. But Amy had always been perceptive; it allowed her to manipulate people. On the other hand, the other girl seemed not to see what Amy saw. She snorts as the girl waves her down and offers her fifty dollars, shaking her head. “I’m not your worker. Certainly not for fifty bucks.”

“amelia, darling-” it seemed, for a moment, as if emma was going to scold her. voice cutting, as always, the elder frost raised her chin ( all the better to see her daughter, sat before her ), expression a MASK. she seemed to consider for a moment which way to take her words… and then, slowly, her white smeared lips lifted at the corners. “why on earth would you wish them unto ME?”

Amelia doesn’t scare easily, and certainly not when she knows her mum isn’t actually about to scold her. She knows Emma better than that. “Because then you could take care of them and I wouldn’t have to deal with them for five minutes.”

@cffrostsummers

Grace had never been overly fond of Halloween. The jump scares, the requirement of costumes…she’d simply never understood the appeal of it. Yet here she was at the carnival, a pair of white wings and a matching halo accessorizing the otherwise mundane white lace dress. “I feel ridiculous.”

“You’re not the only one,” Amy chuckles. “Going for the ironic costume, are we?” she asks, looking Grace up and down. “How’s it going?”

“I actually had someone complain to me about me playing my chemical romance, and another like five people ask me what ‘that weird band’ was,” Brynjar huffed. “I swear, next year I’m playing the monster mash for 8 hours. Then we can talk about vibes being killed.”

“God, that would be hilarious. Mind numbingly annoying. But hilarious.” Amy didn’t particularly want to do more than imagine it though; being around that many annoyed people would only send her annoyance through the roof. No, much better to be where people were enjoying themselves.

Charli XCX by Renata Raksha for Fader Magazine