𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆

"No, but counselling sessions are within their best interests."

And that was the problem, wasn't it? Not that Emma could see it -- or maybe she could, but her own stubbornness prevented her from doing anything about it. Throughout her life, the diamond had tried her best to help people, but often -- sometimes due to outside factors, sometimes not -- the situations tended to get worse. And so, by removing everything but herself, taking away the possibility for failure, she would fix things herself.

Wishful thinking, of course, no one person could ever do such a thing.

But a diamond would always seek perfection, even if it meant solitude as a result.

"I'm sure they would eventually see how useful the experience would be -- they all value their ability to make changes to the world and protect the ones they love. One cannot do either thing whilst stuck in a pit, so to speak. They would benefit greatly."

Finally bringing her teacup to her lips, a quiet exhale escapes after she swallows, the warmth of the herbal blend spreading through her cold body. The contrast of it all was almost comedic -- the ice queen exterior now filled with an internal warmth that mirrored her deeply hidden care and compassion.

“okay,” she nods. “that’s fair, i get where you’re coming from.”

the ends justify the means – or at least, that’s the sort of mindset a lot of people, saviours and survivors alike, equip themselves with over time. time is a luxury not easily afforded to many, and when certain circumstances force your hand — it becomes easier to act first, ask later. after all, in her own experiences, god seems to forgive after more often than he would grant permission first.

still, that is still one approach out of many. nobody’s hand has to be forced here.

“would it be so bad,” aurora asks, weighing her words thoughtfully. “if these candidates were made aware of all this beforehand? everything you’ve just told me, that is.”

a pause to let the white queen take her tea, then she continues.

"--I am simply choosing to skip over the unnecessary debates. I know what's best for them, and what's best is-"

Halting her sentence, the diamond catches herself, the word hovering still prodding at her mind. Proving Aurora right wasn't the move she wanted to make, so, again, the diamond recalibrates.

"Forgive me, that was unbecoming of me," Emma sighs, shaking her head, "I'm not them, they must make their own decisions, I know that. I just know this would help."

Taking her gloved hands into her lap, the blonde could feel the tips of her fingers hardening -- protesting the outward show of care to someone she considered an outsider. Jeanne-Marie was not in her circle, and she certainly wasn't close or considered a friend, what was she doing?

"Perhaps I should," a clearing of her throat, "Tell them, that is. I will have letters sent out."

⟨ ‎ @couturecrystl ‎ ⟩ ‎ ‎ jeanne-marie ‎ ‎ ‎ is typing… ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ • • •

› Emma F ›

[ Well. Yes? ] [ I'm under NASA's employment, not yours. I have no obligation to drop everything and stay at your beck and call. ] [ Northstar has the same abilities as me, if it helps to know. ]

there is, of course, the truth that speedster can be there in instants and return to the station, but aurora has no desire to let the white queen know that.

› Emma F ›

》 Jeanne-Marie 》

[ It does not. ]

[ And you are neglecting to answer my question. ]

Crystalline blues narrow at the following text, wondering for a moment if Aurora was being serious. Had she really taken that to be sweet? Emma didn't do sweet--

》 Jeanne-Marie 》

[ If that is sweet to you, darling, I fear for how you perceive any other interactions. ]

Seemingly less intense than before, drained from the working day, Emma herself is sat with a freshly brewed tea, stirring the teabag around with a dainty little teaspoon. It swirls around in her cup, the colour of the steaming water getting more saturated with every second. It's calming, she thinks, but not quite enough for her mind.

"I wish to express my concern without it seeming.." She pauses, halting the stirring of her spoon for a moment as she searches for the right words to say. Sifting through various combinations of words, not wanting to sound too this way or that -- she finally settles on:

"Without it being too much."

The diamond blinks slowly, glancing down at her tea before resuming the stirring, lifting her gaze to meet Jeanne-Marie's once more after finding the perfect rhythm again.

jeanne-marie beaubier knows concern; what it is, what it isn’t, and what it pretends to be.

up until now, she would’ve brushed off emma’s behaviours as merely something typical of what those in charge often prioritise: harmony, order, discipline, reputation, status quo, power. it’s nothing new, nothing unique to any particular system – ergo, the x-men are just as guilty of it even with the claims of mutant solidarity, unity, and community. we all know how these stories usually go.

now, however? jeanne-marie understands there’s more to the white queen’s intentions; care, perhaps, expressed in the only way she knows how — similar to how her own twin brother is incapable of subtlety, he cares with everything he has to offer and can rip out from the world for his loved ones, even if it’s at the cost of being suffocating, if aurora must be honest.

hovering.

it, too, can happen for many reasons.

"No, but counselling sessions are within their best interests."

And that was the problem, wasn't it? Not that Emma could see it -- or maybe she could, but her own stubbornness prevented her from doing anything about it. Throughout her life, the diamond had tried her best to help people, but often -- sometimes due to outside factors, sometimes not -- the situations tended to get worse. And so, by removing everything but herself, taking away the possibility for failure, she would fix things herself.

Wishful thinking, of course, no one person could ever do such a thing.

But a diamond would always seek perfection, even if it meant solitude as a result.

"I'm sure they would eventually see how useful the experience would be -- they all value their ability to make changes to the world and protect the ones they love. One cannot do either thing whilst stuck in a pit, so to speak. They would benefit greatly."

Finally bringing her teacup to her lips, a quiet exhale escapes after she swallows, the warmth of the herbal blend spreading through her cold body. The contrast of it all was almost comedic -- the ice queen exterior now filled with an internal warmth that mirrored her deeply hidden care and compassion.

(From the morbid curiosity prompt)

@batwoman-or-whatever

"WHO AM I?" The blonde scoffs, crystalline blues judging barely seen jade greens very heavily. A regal aura radiates from her in pulsing waves, an almost bored expression claiming her perfectly carved face.

"Darling, who aren't I?" Raising a brow, the corners of her lips curl just slightly, though her eyes still give off that same uninterested stare.

Noted, Miss Frost.

She was laying it on thick, offering a smile dripping in the charm she typically reserves for her other self, the one who needs to loosen lips and wallets without using her fists. Her gloved hands raise up in front of her, as if to placate or further provoke. If Kate had an appropriately strong survival instinct, she wouldn't be a Bat, now would she?

Despite her attitude and her love for attention, EMMA FROST was still going to call it as she saw it -- every damn time.

But still, the question asked was a fair one, so with a vague gesture of her gloved hand, Emma answers her kevlar-clad companion in that same playful purr.

"My evening is somewhat clear, save for an hour dedicated to grading. You may return here after five, if that suits you."

The flawless stare rebuilds itself in the diamond's ocean eyes once more, the small crack now nowhere to be seen. In true FROST fashion, she, of course, would be hard on herself for that later, but for now--

"You are welcome."

It's a short response, still jagged at the edges, but this way she at least feels like she has control over the situation, and she hadn't just almost lost herself to something so unimportant -- compared to everything else on her plate, that is.

In an odd sort of way, she begins to ponder whether this talk with Aurora would help ease her mind of a few stresses -- but, honestly? Perish the thought. This was merely an opportunity to correct people's assumptions of her -- her motives, at the very least.

"Now, off with you, I can feel my brain pulsating in my skull, and I dread to think how much worse that would get if this conversation were to venture any further."

jeanne-marie blinks.

she can’t truly be serious; but it is emma, and henceforth, she very much is not joking about it — nor offering room for negotiation.

“d’accord, quarter past five then,” she replies, preparing to finally leave. “that is fine by me.”

it is very much not fine, but she’ll work with the very little that the white queen is somehow giving her, and — aurora has survived worse rooms before; bright, sterile, deprived of life and colour...

emma’s space at least comes with a functioning thermostat.

“alright,” jeanne-marie begins after she’s sat down opposite to the blonde, settling down with her file, a few sheets of paper, and a couple of pens. not really a session, but it doesn’t hurt to come prepared anyway.

she’s visibly much more relaxed, and she feels just as composed on the inside; choosing to step back was a good call, it’s helped tremendously to gather her nerves and her thoughts, and aurora is unlikely to be put on the spot anymore.

wearing a thin coat, she has her hair tied up, allowing the pointed ends of her ears to be visible in their entire by doing so – and not quite being concerned with those, at this moment particularly.

emma has yet to say anything about the time — a speedster may be accused of many things but tardiness, usually — but aurora knows she’s working against the clock regardless.

“we’re here to discuss how you can better express your concern for others,” she says, glancing at emma. “such that it’s less likely to be misinterpreted as—” hovering. “—something you know it’s not. is that correct?”

can’t expedite progress, that said. not even speedsters can manage that.

Seemingly less intense than before, drained from the working day, Emma herself is sat with a freshly brewed tea, stirring the teabag around with a dainty little teaspoon. It swirls around in her cup, the colour of the steaming water getting more saturated with every second. It's calming, she thinks, but not quite enough for her mind.

"I wish to express my concern without it seeming.." She pauses, halting the stirring of her spoon for a moment as she searches for the right words to say. Sifting through various combinations of words, not wanting to sound too this way or that -- she finally settles on:

"Without it being too much."

The diamond blinks slowly, glancing down at her tea before resuming the stirring, lifting her gaze to meet Jeanne-Marie's once more after finding the perfect rhythm again.

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