open ♔ valentine's day

[romanticidal]

♬ Careless Whisper - George Michael

WHO || Anyone and their special someone [Closed]
WHAT || Various Valentine's Day activities
WHERE ||Anywhere
WHEN || Feb 14th, 2016
HOW || Actionspam or Prose

[ It's Valentine's Day! ( aka Singles Awareness Day )  Assume that all missions that are posted already are going out after this. ♥ ]

Comments

scott & emma (& logan lbr) | closed

[isright]

[Given how long he spent in the coma, a Valentine's Day date should probably be the last thing on his mind. But the last time he remembers that he forgot to do anything without having the coma as an excuse, wasn't exactly... pleasant.

So while Emma is off doing whatever it is Emma does, he gets ready (disguise 16) and he might have been in a coma, but he's more than aware Emma knows exactly what he has planned. After so long of being apart, having her back in his head is comforting. Once he's suitably ready, (read: by his standards, so there's likely a few things out of place and he's wearing those damn sunglasses which cuts the attractiveness of the outfit in half anyway) he tracks her down.]

Hey, babe.

[telepathy]

[ Armed with the telepathic knowledge of Scott's plans, Emma takes a treat yoself approach to Valentine's Day and spends the morning having her own personal spa day, deliberately ignoring squire problems in rare form. Students can hold their fuckin horses for a day while she manicures her nails and waxes.

By the time Scott tracks her down in the downstairs bathrooms down the hall from the Fire wing where her room resides, she's out of her bathrobe and into a snug, white lace bodysuit with a plunging neckline and thin bands holding it together in the middle. This description would feel gratuitous for any other character, but it's Emma Frost, so I'm leaving it.

She tosses wavy blonde hair over her shoulder and meets his gaze in the mirror. ]

Right on time. [ Though the smile doesn't touch her lips, it glows in her eyes, just as a certain positivity has pervaded her stride in a way that it hasn't since she returned to the castle—until now. Until Scott woke up. The haze of icy cynicism seems to have lifted, somewhat, though Scott can't properly appreciate the disparity between how she had been without him and her countenance now. Regardless, her joy very apparently doesn't come from surprise at seeing him. ] I don't suppose you brought my coat.

[ Tbf, she's the telepath, not him. ]