Emma Grace (white_diamonds) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-18 09:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen) |
Who: Emma Frost [Narrative]
What: Dreams
When: Thursday night
Where: Emma's place
Rating: PG 13
Status: Complete
When Emma dreams, she is almost always confronted by monsters. At the very start of it, when the dreams were new, she had to face the demon of her father, a man who was willing to sell his children out for the sheer fun of it. He'd shipped Christian off to a mental institution in Emma's dream only to send a message out to her. It was an extreme game of chess and the real loser was the innocent sibling who hadn't even been playing. When she wakes from this dream, Emma's hands are always balled into fists that are wrapped up in her sheets.
The newer dreams are worse.
There is, of course, the Phoenix. Emma has told Jean about this dream, but has never gone into the details of it for fear of what it will do to her oldest friend. Emma doesn't want Jean to know how terrifying the demon known as Phoenix can be; that Emma knows from her own experience what it feels like to burn from the inside. She knows the hunger because her dream self offered herself up to the being in an attempt to stop it from destroying everything. Emma stands before Jean Grey or the Phoenix or both, when she wakes, she is not sure who is who, and dares a demon to take nest in her body. It is an utterly stupid plan and it works.
There is a moment where the dream reality seems to slow. Jean is standing there and then suddenly there's a bird made of living flame flying toward Emma. It only takes a moment for the possession to happen. Emma is aware of what goes on around her, but is out of control of her body.
This dream ends with Emma being freed, blindness giving way to the view of a blue open sky. Emma falls in a panic, worrying that she'll be the cause of the end of the world. But then strong arms catch her and she's looking into eyes that are covered by a visor. It all happens too quickly to completely understand. Though Emma is half convinced that the man is familiar, she pushes this thought away because it's easier to pretend he isn't. Though the people she fights alongside with speak of Jean as though she's already dead, Emma ignores it.
Repression is easy for Emma and she embraces it in the face of the dreams, which are simply too upsetting to deal with otherwise.
The newest dreams come and go in quick flashes. Emma is with a man, straddling him. His body, his scent they are too familiar. Upon waking, Emma can never remember the conversation they have. What stays with her are his eyes, concealed by ruby red glasses. She cannot recall his facial features with any great clarity; sometimes she thinks he has a strong jawline, sometimes she can picture the color of his hair. It is the glasses that matter, though, and Emma isn't entirely sure why.
It is early morning when Emma has the last dream of the night and it is broken up by her half-waking all throughout. She is standing in a dark hallway. It must be sometime in the evening, Emma recognizes, just as she realizes that what she's wearing is ridiculous even by her own standards.
She is facing a young woman who seems familiar in a way that Emma cannot quite put a finger on. They are talking. Or, she is, really. Emma only listens.
"The first time I ever met the X-Men, the first day... they were ambushed. And captured. And caged. By you." The sentence is punctuated by reality. Emma's eyes flicker and she is in her bedroom. They close and she's back in the hallway. "I learned more about good and evil in that one day than I ever have before or since. I was thirteen. When I think about evil. Whenever I think about the concept of evil, yours is the face that I see." The girl turns, disgusted. "I don't have to 'watch you,' Miss Frost."
Emma wakes, entirely unsettled. Clarity comes to her quickly and she thinks that perhaps Jean isn't the only one to worry about what the dreams might imply or bring to light.