Emma Frost knows she's better than everyone (wellbredbitch) wrote in thedivide, @ 2010-04-19 09:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2007, emma frost/white queen, matt murdock/daredevil, new york, new york city, november, open, public |
Who: Emma Frost OTA
Where: a coffee shop in New York City
What: Drinking coffee, considering her next bold move
When: November 21
Warnings: tba
Emma hadn't realized there was a poetry slam scheduled at the coffee shop she frequented. It was a sign of how distracted she'd been, really. After Bobby had gone through her books, she'd had to fire her entire accounting staff and bring in new workers. The process had been exhausting, but she didn't want to outsource the job and get even bigger thieves than she'd had before. A few times she'd thought about just hiring Bobby and making him pick the accounting team, but the X-men needed him, and he needed the X-men.
She sighed into her cup as another college girl with too much eyeliner and too much free time started to bitch about the 'chilling touch of winter, tearing the breath from my bones'. It was getting colder, but Emma couldn't say she minded. Winter was her season in a lot of ways. She flourished when people were made just a little bit desperate by too much snow and not enough sun. Though she disliked Christmas, she enjoyed seeing her retail stocks go up.
Soon it would be Thanksgiving. She'd spent every year up until she joined the X-men alone on that day, and thankless. Her thoughts drifted back to the previous year, and her dinner with Scott, how he'd been thankful for her, and she felt the same about him. Neither of them had said it, of course, because that was the kind of thing one did not talk about when dying tomorrow was still a reality. They'd both known, though.
She shook her head, making a derisive noise at her thoughts. It was the poetry, no doubt, having an effect on her. Her thoughts hadn't strayed to Scott since she'd discovered the nanites had gotten Bobby. This was just the effect of too much downtime and too much poetry. She stood and went to the counter, asking for a to go cup for her coffee. It was time to get out and go find something useful to do, beside stew in her loneliness. Why should it bother her now, when it never had before?