Emrys Frost

“Chaos magic is more of a gift than a power,” Wyatt noted, looking around the dimly lit room, before returning his gaze to Emrys’ well-developed muscles. “A gift I’m not inclined to share haphazardly with someone as notorious as you.” He sighed, intrigued by the man, whose impenetrable mind held so much valuable information, and no doubt some interesting gossip.

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to meet you,”  he smiled, feeling comfortable in what was probably a repurposed darkroom, judging by the location, decor, and lingering odour. “Name your price, Emrys. HYDRA will emerge sooner or later, I’m just trying to minimise their destruction. ” 

@whitequeenemrys

He meandered through the other man’s mind as they chatted, seeing flashes of red flames, burning chaos unlike anything he’d seen. Well, anything he’d seen outside of the Summer’s boys’. The red from Scott’s eyes was just like this witch’s power. How unusual. He might just be one of the most powerful men he’d ever met.

Emrys wasn’t going to deny that he had a power kink, the thought of playing with world ending power was exciting, but more than anything, he liked the mind he was reading. It was quirky, dark, intelligent. It was new, something Emrys hadn’t seen in a while, something he missed seeing. He smiled, wide and for once reasonably true.  “My price sugar, is simply the time it’s gonna take me to say it...” he drawled as he walked over to Wyatt, getting up onto his lap and starting what looked like a lap dance, “So there’s a lovely little Hydra base over in Harlem..” he began, grinding onto the man’s lap.

“Chaos magic is more of a gift than a power,” Wyatt noted, looking around the dimly lit room, before returning his gaze to Emrys’ well-developed muscles. “A gift I’m not inclined to share haphazardly with someone as notorious as you.” He sighed, intrigued by the man, whose impenetrable mind held so much valuable information, and no doubt some interesting gossip.

“I’ve been waiting for a reason to meet you,”  he smiled, feeling comfortable in what was probably a repurposed darkroom, judging by the location, decor, and lingering odour. “Name your price, Emrys. HYDRA will emerge sooner or later, I’m just trying to minimise their destruction. ” 

Emrys smirked, he began to read his mind, quietly. The boy was confident, he felt everything was under control. It wasn’t that hard to pick through his mind quietly, he wasn’t particularly guarded. He smirked, saw how the boy’s power worked from his head. How strange, chaos magic. 

“So, there are a few prices I could ask... but, I think I’ll give this one for free sugar...” he meandered over, pressed a finger to the boy’s chest, pressing him back into the couch, before sitting down on the boy’s lap. “It’s under a laundromat in West Harlem. That’s the only one up and running at the moment, they’re trying to keep on the DL,” he smirked at the boy, “Hmmm, loud thoughts,”

Wyatt wove through the pulsating crowd of men on the dancefloor. Grinding against each other, sweaty bodies were gripped and caressed by stray hands. Not letting his mind wander for too long, Scarlet Witch pushed through and stepped up the innocuous staircase located in the back corner of the club. He grimaced, having momentarily encountered the cold, wet handrail, before stuffing his hands in his pockets and ascending above the writhing mess called Hellfire Club.

He walked down the corridor, past the first two doors as instructed. It was clear from the moans within that these rooms weren’t for storing stock. Stepping into Emrys’ office, he struggled to hold his composure upon noticing his contact, scantily clad in white gear. The sparsely furnished room hardly seemed like an office with its view of the club taking up most of the wall. Wyatt paused for a moment before entering, amused by Emrys’ introduction.

“I got your message. Thought you’d be ready to see me, is it a bad time?” He smirked, the man’s defined muscles becoming more obvious as he settled into the leather couch across from the enigmatic owner of the club. “Seems they weren’t joking when they said you were made of diamond.”

So, apparently, the Avengers now had cute boys to send to his office... Which was certainly a step up from Stark, who was much too snarky for Emrys’ liking. He had sent over a preliminary message that he had some info about the status of HYDRA and their bases in New York, which wasn’t exactly expensive info. This was much more about trying to gain as much as he could about the Avengers. He was not going to be kept out of the loop, especially when more and more Avengers were popping up every day.

“It is definitely not a bad time,” he leaned back against the couch, allowing his muscles on his chest to bunch and curl before he stretched. He then looked at the boy and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He giggled a little, “Well... What’s your power then?” He shifted his hand to diamond smirking as it refracted the light.

Few people’s presences would cause him to want to leave his office, but people with powers were an exception. He smirked, then mentally sent the message of come up to my office, along with directions. He had no desks, his office looking more like a room for private dances than one work could be done in. He himself wearing what amounted to white bondage gear and a white speedo with boots. He was nowhere near above using his looks to his advantage, in fact, he relished in it.

“Well.. Welcome to the Hellfire Club... What brings you here?”