Emma Grace (white_diamonds) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-04 09:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen) |
Who: Emma Frost (narrative)
What: Emma finds a present
When: Today
Where: Emma's room
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
It wasn't every night that Emma dreamed. Though they came with a disturbing frequency and were, at this point, nearly impossible to ignore, Emma found herself thankful for the nights without the dreams. On those nights, sleep would come quickly and there'd be no images to haunt her in the morning. Upon waking, she'd remember nothing and feel more herself. No mutants, no troubles. It was almost like she could pretend things were normal for a bit. It was after a dreamless sleep that Emma woke in the late morning to find the shades on her bedside table. Momentarily confused, she froze in place and blinked, figuring them to be a figment of her imagination.
They weren't.
With little hesitance, Emma reached for them. Familiar in a way that they simply shouldn't have been, Emma inspected them under the cover of her sheets. There were blades of light on the floor, having managed their way in from between cracks in the blinds. Emma used this to her advantage to see the ruby red shades that shouldn't have been there. Really, they couldn't have possibly been there; they didn't exist, they only came from the dreams. Emma felt a sharp sense of dread and murmured a soft, "Damn it," to no one.
They were even heavier than they looked, heavier than she'd imagined them to be. The red glass was thick and the bands made from what seemed to be some sort of metal material. With the glasses still in her hands, Emma flopped onto her back and closed her eyes, trying to decide what sort of sick universe would send these to her very nightstand. Was it meant to be a message? Had someone come in and left them there? Did it mean that Scott was doomed to wear them, that his condition in the dreams would follow him here? The implications were dark, as far as Emma was concerned and echoed back to Jean, whose power in the dreams was frightening.
She sighed quietly. Perhaps they were all doomed to repeat the things they'd dreamed. Maybe Jean would be Phoenix again, Scott would see the world in red, and Emma was doomed to be the woman she didn't want to become. The possibilities weighed heavily on her.
Silently, Emma turned the shades over in her hands. Her fingertips ran over the red glass that could contain the most destructive sort of force. On her back, in her bed, she slowly brought the shades to her own face where the slid awkwardly to one side. They weren't shaped to her face and therefore wouldn't stay on properly. Emma had to hold them in place in order to turn her whole world crimson. She laughed bitterly, hoping that Scott wouldn't be helpless and have to look through the world from rose colored glasses.
When she couldn't stand the weight of them on her face any longer, Emma removed the glasses, got out of bed, and hid them in the very back of the very bottom most drawer of one of her dressers. She found herself feeling an odd sort of hatred for the damn things, for everything that they could possibly stand for. She decided that putting them away was for the best. The glasses could come to her, but she didn't have to be the one to deliver them. Of course, she couldn't just throw them away, either.
That seemed rather the crux of Emma's problems; she couldn't ignore the dreams, no matter how badly she wanted to. Sometimes, because the universe seemed terribly cruel, things just happened upon her. Like the glasses.
Stupid things.
After a shower and her first cup of coffee, Emma dressed and reached for her phone. She cycled through her numbers, stopping on Jean's name and then Scott's. Before she could type up messages or start to call either of them, she stopped herself and decided it best to go out and forget. She'd do that until she couldn't. This had been her strategy thus far and it hadn't failed her yet.