Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-31 08:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cersei lannister, emma frost (white queen) |
Who: Cersei Lannister Baratheon and Emma Summers
What: gossiping, strategizing.
When: after this log
Where: a wine bar
Rating: PG-13 for innuendoes
Status: complete
After the events of the previous night and her massage that morning Emma was very relaxed when she met Cersei. She had a smug little smile on her face as she stepped into the wine bar. She didn’t think she could hide her pregnancy anymore (at least not without looking frumpy), so she didn’t bother to try. They’d have something she could drink, hopefully.
“You look good,” Cersei said, giving her a light smile. She was usually relaxed, but she shouldn’t be. After all, her husband was in another country.
“Thank you. I finally caught up on my paperwork, for the most part. How have you been, darling?” She took a seat across from Cersei and looked over the drink selection.
“Not as good as I’d like.” Robert was still alive. “But then I haven’t had much opportunity to do much of anything, except book shop.”
“Yes. Why don’t you tell me about this bookseller, hmm?” She leaned forward a bit, very curious about Cersei’s romantic interest
“Well, I’ve only met him once, and I gave him my number. I’m not going to be desperate and beg him to call me.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to be desperate, but you must have noticed something about him, right? Why are you interested in him?”
“He didn’t seem interested in me,” She said, truthfully. “And he’s intelligent.”
Emma couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m afraid you’ll need a little more than that if you have an interest in pursuing him. I guess you’ll have to hope that you were charming enough to merit his attention.” God help her, if that was the case.
“I suppose I should find an excuse to visit. It’s been long enough..” Cersei thought about it. She’d hoped he’d call.
“How long has it been? Are you just going to buy books until he goes out with you?” Emma was vaguely amused. “Next time you go you should chat him up. Mention a charity you’re working on or something to get him interested in you.” That kind of stuff went over well with most people.
“Why not, I can afford it?” Cersei laughed. “Go out? Darling, I want to fuck him, not date him.” Okay, so her dreams might have had an effect on her language.
“What, are you going to fuck him right there in his shop? You’ll have to impress him with your social skills if you want to get into his pants. Slutty clothes will only get you so far.” Emma shrugged. “Whatever your intentions are, if he hasn’t called it’s because he’s not interested yet, so you need to make him interested.”
“I know you’re right. I haven’t had as much luck with sleeping around as I would have liked. I married far too young for that.” Cersei scowled.
Emma laughed. “You’ll get the hang of it. It’s not fun at first, but you’ll figure out how fuck them and leave them as well as any man.”
“And you’re the master of this?” Cersei’s tone was joking.
“I was.” Emma noted with a laugh. “I still would be if not for one chance meeting with the man who turned out to be interesting enough to hold my attention.” Her smile became sincere and peaceful when she talked about Scott. Their lives were crazy, but together they could conquer anything.
"Interesting..." Unfortunately she already met the man who she wanted to be interested in. But she couldn't look at him the way she wanted to.
"I'm happy for you. True love is so rare."
“It’s been an interesting adventure. I still have worries and-” She stopped and shook her head. “We’re not here to talk about that. We’re attempting to get your needs met. Do you have a back-up interest?”
Cersei shook her head. “Not right now. I need to find one, I know. I can’t rely on batteries forever.”
“You could upgrade to hydraulics.” Emma noted, with an almost entirely straight face. “If your husband’s footing the bill anyway you might as well get a good machine. Then you don’t have to dress up nice or get it drunk first.”
“Oh yes, and risk the children finding some machine or other?” It wasn’t a bad idea at all.
“Is it any worse than them finding out you’re plotting to lay and leave a bookshop owner?” Emma asked, her expression amused.
“Oh, not as bad as that, I think.” Cersei smiled. “It would break their little minds.” Her brother would probably want to watch though.
Emma couldn’t help but pick up that thought, and she added it to the list of reasons she hated being a telepath. “Well, one must think of the children. Though not while using sex toys, living or otherwise.”
That made Cersei’s face scrunch up in disgust. She had an overwhelming desire to rip child molester’s balls off and feed it to them. She was exceptionally protective.
Emma once again had to fight to hide her reaction. She remembered the child pornographers she’d helped Logan destroy. She hoped that whatever Hell they found themselves in was as bad as the ones they’d made for those children. “It was a joke, darling. I wouldn’t accuse you of such a hideous act.”
“I know. When your child is born I think you’ll understand what a gutteral reaction it really is.” Though Emma seemed to be a person who would experience that regardless.
Emma just laughed politely. “How many children do you have?”
“Three. Nineteen, sixteen and twelve,” Cersei replied, smiling proudly. “Two boys and the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet.”
“Are they here with you, or in England with your husband?” Cersei’s redeeming quality, perhaps the only one she had, was her true loyalty and love for her children.
“They’re here,” Cersei replied. She’d never leave them alone with Robert. Never. It wasn’t even that he’d hurt them or anything. She just hated him so much.
“That’s good. I don’t know what I’d do if I was separate from my adopted son. I can only imagine it’s ten times as bad for a child that you’ve raised from a baby.” She remembered her conversation with Nate earlier in the day and couldn’t help but feel sad for him. He’d never asked to grow up the way he had, and Emma was afraid he’d become more isolated when he left home. She wished things were better between him and his father, but it seemed like a lost cause. “There are good opportunities for children here, I think. I’ve heard the English economy is a little stagnant.”
“Don’t tell Robert that. You’ll give him a heart attack. As far as he’s concerned things are robust and going strongly,” Cersei said.
“I suppose things are a little different for children of wealthy families.” She still wasn’t used to the advantages she had thanks to her repaired relationship with her father.
“They are. I’m not going to lie and say it’s some terrible burden for them.”
“I appreciate the honesty. I disregarded my father’s company and influence for the first part of my adult life, and while more money does mean more problems, it also means more resources to confront said problems. That is, of course, if your children even have an interest in taking over their father’s company down the line.”
“Joffrey’s the ambitious one, which makes Robert proud. Tommen is still just happy to be a boy and Myrcella has other interests I’m happy to let her pursue.”
“What interests does she have?” Emma wondered how Joffrey’s ambition sat with Cersei who seemed to dearly hate everything about her husband.
Joffrey would hopefully take over the company one day and that was something Cersei was planning on. Counting on, really. “Books, mostly. And beauty. It seems a silly thing, but it makes her happy. I learned the hard way how important happiness is.”
“I’m sure her tastes will mature as she does. When I was a girl the only thing I cared about was poetry and music.” And getting away from her family. Funny how that was so important at the time and now she hardly read poetry, rarely listened to music, and worked directly with her father.
“She’s looking into going into cosmotology.” Cersei wrinkled her nose.
Emma laughed a little. “Oh dear. Hopefully she’ll find a more challenging interest.”
“She’s blindingly intelligent,” Cersei said, shaking her head. “She has more books than most of our circle has shoes.”
“That’s a lot of books. They’re not all about cosmetology, are they?” She sipped her water, mulling Cersei’s problem over.
“God no.” Cersei looked very proud. “Fiction and non fiction, fantasy and fairy tales...just about anything with words in it.”
“That’s good. She’ll be well rounded, at least. Hopefully she’ll understand that her intelligence is better for more than makeup and hair.” But if she was happy doing that, Emma couldn’t judge too harshly.
Cersei nodded her head. “I don’t know if it will be a hobby or a career, but I can’t really deny her the chance.”
“It’s good that you put her interests above your own ambitions.” Emma noted. It was as close to praise as she’d given Cersei yet.
“Experience is a cruel mistress. I’d be less inclined when it came to my eldest if he wasn’t ambitious himself.” So she wanted to push and nudge.
“We have so many cruel mistresses in life.” Emma noted, with just a touch of humor. “I’m sure your children will all enjoy your support as they grow.”
“Enjoy and at times gripe about it,” Cersei corrected with a smile.
“Ah, the joys of children.” Emma noted with a laugh.
“More joy than not, I promise. Even those days when you want to bash your head in with a pan.” Cersei had had many, many of those days with Joffrey.
“So it will be like when I was teaching but with slightly less paperwork and considerably more backtalk. Good to know.” Emma said with a laugh.
“Teenagers are sent from the devil to test our patience,” Cersei promised.