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Who: Emma Frost, Alex Summers-Frost and Lillian Christian Frost
When: Current canon, Present
Where: Frost Enterprises
Rating: PG-17 for adult themes
Warning: Incest, there is mention of incest. If you know Emma's canon, you know this. :)
Prompt: 28. Children
The bassinet was becoming too small and, while she was glad to see Lillian grow as she was into a fine, beautiful child, it pained Emma as well. Her one child had come to her already grown and now, likely the only baby she would ever have, was growing up as well. It still made her laugh, a rueful short of sound, to realize that the woman that had never wanted anything to do with children - seeing them as parasitic hosts that drooled and dripped snot and left behind so many traces of bodily fluids was now mourning the loss of her infant. The first stages of toddlerhood were still a way off but the signs were showing.
"Soon you'll be standing behind this desk rather than sleeping beside it,' Emma murmured, stroking her daughter's golden hair back from her round face.
"Not too soon,' a voice, all purring masculinity, said behind her. "I'd like my chance as a Frost heir as well."
Spinning about to face the intruder, Emma couldn't hide the look of shock on her face. It had been months, very nearly a year, since they had seen one another face to face. Though they had exchanged calls now and again, business in his own world had kept her lover away for far too long. Long enough that even he looked more mature.
His sandy hair was now as platinum as her own, clipped short on the sides but left shaggy where it hung over his eyes. Eyes the same hue as her own but darker, sapphire to her alpine blue topaz. He'd had his nose done, though it was expert work and a stranger might not notice. Emma did as it more resembled her own than it had before. They truly looked like family now, brother and sister, mother and son. Take your pick.
Except where she wore a business suit in snowy white, he wore the skintight black leather of his organization. The uniform of the X-Men.
"It's been too long,' she murmured, crossing to stand before him. In her heels, they were almost the same height.
"And yet you still love me.' There was no question in his tone, the words steady and strong. Positive. His hand was gloved as he brushed an errant strand back from her cheek, a moment later they were stripped away and his bare hands cupped her face. "Not too long, I hope." He moved in close to kiss her, pausing before their lips actually touched. No assumptions made despite his arroganet assurance that she still loved him.
"I will always love you,' she whispered, brushing her rouged lips against his own. "You are my son,' she added, reaching up to take his hands in hers. "How long do I have you for?"
The question seemed to pain him, wincing as he looked away. "A week, tops. It was all I could steal away for now but, I promise, it won't be as long before the next time. Promise, Mother." His hands clung to hers, vehement in his word.
"A week is enough. For now." Stepping back, she gave him a sweet smile, one loving and content at the same time. "I want to introduce you to someone." Stepping aside she let him see the slumbering baby. With her pale skin and silken, pale gold hair she looked like what she was. His sister, her blood. A Frost.
"Meet your baby sister, my love. This is Lillian Christian Frost."
When: Current canon, Present
Where: Frost Enterprises
Rating: PG-17 for adult themes
Warning: Incest, there is mention of incest. If you know Emma's canon, you know this. :)
Prompt: 28. Children
The bassinet was becoming too small and, while she was glad to see Lillian grow as she was into a fine, beautiful child, it pained Emma as well. Her one child had come to her already grown and now, likely the only baby she would ever have, was growing up as well. It still made her laugh, a rueful short of sound, to realize that the woman that had never wanted anything to do with children - seeing them as parasitic hosts that drooled and dripped snot and left behind so many traces of bodily fluids was now mourning the loss of her infant. The first stages of toddlerhood were still a way off but the signs were showing.
"Soon you'll be standing behind this desk rather than sleeping beside it,' Emma murmured, stroking her daughter's golden hair back from her round face.
"Not too soon,' a voice, all purring masculinity, said behind her. "I'd like my chance as a Frost heir as well."
Spinning about to face the intruder, Emma couldn't hide the look of shock on her face. It had been months, very nearly a year, since they had seen one another face to face. Though they had exchanged calls now and again, business in his own world had kept her lover away for far too long. Long enough that even he looked more mature.
His sandy hair was now as platinum as her own, clipped short on the sides but left shaggy where it hung over his eyes. Eyes the same hue as her own but darker, sapphire to her alpine blue topaz. He'd had his nose done, though it was expert work and a stranger might not notice. Emma did as it more resembled her own than it had before. They truly looked like family now, brother and sister, mother and son. Take your pick.
Except where she wore a business suit in snowy white, he wore the skintight black leather of his organization. The uniform of the X-Men.
"It's been too long,' she murmured, crossing to stand before him. In her heels, they were almost the same height.
"And yet you still love me.' There was no question in his tone, the words steady and strong. Positive. His hand was gloved as he brushed an errant strand back from her cheek, a moment later they were stripped away and his bare hands cupped her face. "Not too long, I hope." He moved in close to kiss her, pausing before their lips actually touched. No assumptions made despite his arroganet assurance that she still loved him.
"I will always love you,' she whispered, brushing her rouged lips against his own. "You are my son,' she added, reaching up to take his hands in hers. "How long do I have you for?"
The question seemed to pain him, wincing as he looked away. "A week, tops. It was all I could steal away for now but, I promise, it won't be as long before the next time. Promise, Mother." His hands clung to hers, vehement in his word.
"A week is enough. For now." Stepping back, she gave him a sweet smile, one loving and content at the same time. "I want to introduce you to someone." Stepping aside she let him see the slumbering baby. With her pale skin and silken, pale gold hair she looked like what she was. His sister, her blood. A Frost.
"Meet your baby sister, my love. This is Lillian Christian Frost."