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Funny is the way that the world works. If one had told Emma Frost that she’d be dining with Tony Stark on friendly terms, she would have laughed in their face. Emma’s social, but only by design. For as much as she thrives in the spotlight, she also needs to retreat into her palace to sit in a diamond enclosed silence. She knows just how much to give of herself and how much to hold back in order to be successful. It’s stemmed from a lifelong of performing the role that she’s very carefully crafted. Diamond is her nature, yes, but diamonds are just carbon refined by pressure and heat. Emma has survived both to become the woman that she’s now proud of. Her mask rarely slips except for at night, when she sleeps alone in her diamond form. To the world, she’s Emma Frost. How utterly exhausting it is to be her.
Things have changed, though. Emma’s rock hard mind has been corrupted. Her entire way of thinking has been rewired, and while such a violation would normally be considered an offense she’s done nothing but embrace it. Emma will be the White Queen that Sinister needs her to be. She’ll take no prisoners and pull no punches, all while balancing in Louboutins. If the world is to be saved, Emma must do her part. She’ll be the leader that Krakoa needs and shake the hands that need shaking.
One of those hands happen to belong to Tony Stark.
Inviting him to the White Palace would have been taboo, so she’s invited herself to his place instead. Her food has only been picked at, and a ring of white mars the clear glass of wine that she’s been nursing. Tonight is not about intoxication. It’s business.
Leaning back in her chair, a sharpened nail taps against the table twice. Emma is both a teacher and a businesswoman. She’s a shrewd sense of character, and she has no choice but to believe Stark was the right person to let into their little circle. “I have to thank you, darling,” she drawls. “For being so accommodating. Now that you know how pressing matters are, you must understand that we have to operate with the upmost discretion. Do you have any questions for me about what is to occur?”
Better Together: Knowing and Being Known in I'm Only Me When I'm With You
In IOMWIWY, friendship is the cycle of one self reifying and being reified by another self through the effortful exchange of knowledge.
"The second verse alludes to Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’
Journey:
Just a small-town girl
Livin’ in a lonely world
She took a midnight train goin’ anywhere...
Swift:
Just a small-town boy and girl
Livin in the crazy world
Tryin’ to figure out what is and isn’t true Swift rewrites Journey’s classic to depict a small-town girl who is not alone! She is with a boy. Because they are together, they are living in a world that is crazy rather than lonely. Instead of taking a midnight train going anywhere, they stay put and “[try] to figure out what is and isn’t true.” These substitutions provide a hint to the theme of the song. Because she is with her friend, Swift removes loneliness. She doesn’t have to seek A Place in this World where she isn’t lonely. Instead, she seeks to know and be known."
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The hills were brushing against the cold floor, making a sound that Serena knew it would be inside of Fernando’s mind for as long as that memory would haunt him. From the moment she knew her kind was in dange and knowing there were only two remaining, it was a matter of time until she would find the other one and she would save them from any danger before danger itself would reach them faster. Finding Fernando wasn’t easy, but she knew that no one would believe her story, not when they didn’t know who they truly were. Instead of telling the truth, of giving him the choice of staying or helping her. Serena started the only plan that made sense inside of her mind: kidnapping him. Pretending to be a nice woman before she was able to immobilize him and take him inside of the car straight to captivity.
She kept him in a dark room, a house far from civilization, but she never know if someone would listen to them or be able to track them. She didn’t know how far other supernatural creatues would go to kill them. And that was the reason why she was now making her way until him; dressed nicely and with a cute smile on her lips as she took the piece of clothe covering his eyes out of his face.
“Hey, Fernando... let’s make a deal, shall we? I’ll take off the bandage inside of your mouth and you’re not going to scream. If you do scream, you’ll force me to punch you and get you unconscious and that’s everything I wouldn't like to happen.” She gave him a few seconds before she approached him, slowly taking of the piece of cloth inside of his mouth, waiting to see if he would act recklessly. “I know this is all of a sudden, but trust me... I’m trying to protect you, to protect us. It may not be easy to believe, but what I need to tell you is really important and once you’ve heard it all, I hope you can understand I’m not the enemy but your friend. So, can you trust me for a few minutes?”
@winterslqdy It was scarcely the break of dawn when Margaery had arrived at the chambers offered to Sansa with bells on. The Queen had spirited in with her colorful retinue, and with a bright smile and a loud laugh she had awoken the Stark Princess, urging her to dress quickly--promising they would eat in the wheelhouse. The journey to Oldtown was not so long, but Margaery had wanted to spend the day introducing Sansa to the city, rather than traveling. She had ushered her to the wheelhouse before the girl had finished so much as combing out her auburn tresses, and bade her handmaidens Mira and Sera to fuss with the Princess’ hair whilst the horses began to pull the carriage steadily down the roseroad. All the while, the queen chatted animatedly about her matrilineal roots in Oldtown, and regaled Sansa with stories of the First Kings and their great beautiful stone city. She educated her on her mother’s ancestors in House Hightower, who had a keep taller than even the Wall, and talked at length about the impressive nature of the Citadel and the Starry Sept. Margaery made an admirable effort to not address her brother, for fear of convincing Sansa the outing was a veiled attempt at pushing forth the issue of marriage. Truthfully, the queen had only wanted to show Sansa the Reach--and if she should be taken by the image of one day having dominion over that land as its Lady, so be it. As they reached the city gates, Margaery looked on at Sansa, and with a simper apologized for having such a busy tongue. “You’ll note the smell is kinder than that of King’s Landing,” Margaery commented with a smirk as the wheelhouse came to a halt. “What would you like to see first? I’ve a mind to show you everything, but now that I’ve given you some idea of what is here...the Citadel, or the Starry Sept? The Hightower? We could go and see the children, too, though I would need to go and prepare gifts and treats to give them first. I dislike seeing them empty-handed.”
