I think she forgets how much she is mine. Even if my control wanes, my influence - my ways and mores - are written into every little corner of her psyche. She may call herself a Frost, but I know and she knows who her family is.

But then, she is all the family I have, too.

( 'Your Galatea?' (Emma) )

Harper was weak. /Weak/, and we are better to be rid of her - and Washington? Those things are prizes, real power. The ladder up.

Sometimes one retreats to advance.

( 'I'm not going to sleep with you to protect Sal Harper, Sebastian.' (Emma) )

Backdated to early, early Thursday morning.

Damn her for being right - damn her for the smugness of it all. /Damn her/.

( 'I will direct the Circle.' (Emma) )

Backdated to Friday.

She wishes to mock me - well, I'll teach her mockery before the entire Club tomorrow night.

( 'There's nothing moldable left /here/ for you, Sebastian.' (Emma) )

We will teach them to threaten us - we will show them what it means to know the halls of power. They are outside, looking in. We are inside, looking down at all we command.

( 'No one is /talking/ about protecting the Brotherhood.' (Emma, Adel, Bahir, Percy, Sal) )

Backdated to Monday.

I barely slept last night, and I can't get her out of my head - I can't.

( 'All I have to do is wait, Old Man. Who do you have but me?' (Emma) )

Backdated to Saturday.She humiliated me - it's only fair. I made her what she is. I'm not asking that she submit to me - I'm not. I don't want her, don't need her on her knees. I don't even need her body anymore - but I demand respect. She doesn't have any, none at all, and I can't tolerate it. I can't let them see me like that - it isn't right, ( Read more... )

[Late July, 1998]

The stupidity of that woman - one would think those blonde locks aren't died. Does she think I can afford that sort of complication? /Stupid/. Well, she's learned now, I suppose.

( 'Just let me talk to the doctor myself?' (Emma) )

[January 3, 1999]

I shouldn't have said yes to her. I should have made her go - as a point of pride. Once you start giving into them... still. Perhaps there is something to being more pleasant when snow is about - and I got something for it. It was still on my terms.

( 'Oh, I'll be thoroughly receptive to your charms, darling.' (Emma) )

She had a woman’s mouth with all its pearls complete:
And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there
But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair?

Damn you, Emma Frost. Would that you were some less beguiling snake in my garden - would it be that your apple less sweet, your promises less desired. Damn you.

( 'Then you're not denying me now?' (Emma) )