INTRO POST WHO: Emma Frost WHAT: Emma's having bad dreams, lately. WHEN: Present WHERE: Emma's room, the X-men Mansion
Emma felt like she was being pulled apart.
Whatever it was, it was coming at her from all sides. She couldn't see it, or understand what it was, only that it was there and that it wanted something. It was hungry, it was stirring, and it hurt.
She closed her eyes, relaxing and letting her diamond form absorb her completely. She opened her eyes once more and...nothing. No change. She remained flesh, soft...vulnerable. There was nothing inside her head, no presence of power, no offense or defense. She was powerless.
Jerking forward, away from the bed, Emma's blue eyes snapped open and her fingers twisted in the bedsheets. It wasn't another dream...not like the one she had shared with Jean and Xavier, more like a memory of the dream. She was reliving it, playing it over in her head and intensifying every angle.
It unnerved her, more than she would let anyone know, more than the distinct presence of Charles Xavier in the back of her mind. At least he knew of her worries, and the concerns they both shared.
She sighed, laying back down and rolling on to her side. It was nights like this that she missed Scott's presence in her bed, against her hips, between her legs. At the very least, he was a good distraction, if not a destructive one. Closing her eyes, Emma pulled the covers up over her shoulders and twisted in her sheer nightgown. There would be no more sleeping tonight, but her eyes closed regardless.