emma frost / giant sized astonishing x-men (whedon) / bar~

[mm_kayzie]

She leans against the door as it closes and while she's not sure she wants to be here, at this annoying bar, she's sure glad it isn't the Academy anymore.

It shouldn't have been Kitty, it should have been her and everyone knew it and it hurt when she breathed in and when she breathed out and when she wasn't breathing at all. Her white gloved

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[mornirdragon]

She's being Watched by a pair of bright blue eyes from under a table. They belong to a slender, uncommonly pretty girl of maybe fourteen - not that it's easy to see, Dragon being under the table and all.

But the lady is crying, and she creeps closer to the edge.

[insidethepalm]

Emma presses her fingers against her mouth, curling inward for a moment until she gets a hold of herself. Deep breaths.

She sighs. Presses her fingers into her eyes again. Goddammit.

[mornirdragon]

And Dragon's ability to pick up on emotions is improving, but she doesn't need it to see that the lady is sad.

"Dragon help?"

(not that she's come out from under the table yet)

[insidethepalm]

She stops crying in an instant, her sob cut off by a gasp. "Oh. No, darling. Thank you."