<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CNnzZdw.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/SGYq5vL.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Megan Frost-Summers (<strong>Mind Witch</strong>) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347243.msg16349257#msg16349257)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City - Megan's Suite<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>white off the shoulder top, hip hugger blue jeans (faded/holes), bare midriff, bare feet (pearl white toe nails)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Myg | CLOSED<br/><strong>Warnings: </strong>None<br/><br/><hr/>There was food and Megan was currently shoveling a good sized portion into her trap as she shut it to listen to Myg talk. She smiled around her mouthful of food and nodded as he spoke.<br/><br/>He said<em>"... she&lt;mom&gt; wants me to lean into my powers." </em><br/><br/>She telepathically projected feelings of sympathy and understanding. Her mom was exactly the same. ... in her head and his, she mimicked the White Queen's voice with over exaggerated tones but did it to the shared vision of a radiant Emma Frost seated on a throne of ice, draped in white furs and nearly completely bare legs as she lectured,<strong>"Darling, what is the point of power if one doesn't use it to get what you want. Embrace it."</strong>At the same time, Megan in the physical world waved her fork like an orchestra conductor and rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>Megan resumed her nodding as Myg talked about the stresses of it all and trying to choose between England or China when he grew up in the USA.<br/><br/>Between mouthfuls, Megan mumbled,<strong>"Your lucky it's not Krakoa."</strong>Her eyes were still damp with all the frustrated feelings.<br/><br/><em>&lt;Myg&gt; reached over and brushed away the tear without comment. “You know, mom made it a big deal about not being intrusive about telepathy, no matter how easy it would be to just figure things and people out with it. I spent half my time tuning everyone’s thoughts out and keeping mine to myself. I’m going to open myself up to you. You can …visit my brain anytime you want. If you want to talk or anything.”</em><br/><br/>Not moving, Megan let Myg touch her cheek and brush the tear away. She looked up at him with her big round ice blue eyes, stray strands of pale gold/platinum hair framing her face then she tilted her head and leaned into his hand a little while projected her thoughts at him more instead of saying anything.<br/><br/>Giving him access to her feelings, she felt assured, comfort, safe, and familiar with him. Other than her mother, few other people had spent as much time in her mind or exercising their minds with her as he had. Usually when she practiced it was with people unable to share back or actively resist. So Myg's mind was like home, it felt right to share thoughts or feelings with him. And until this moment she hadn't realized just how much she missed that and let him feel all of that as well as a sensation of being welcome to her thoughts and feelings as well.<br/><br/><strong>"I missed you,"</strong>Megan said out loud.<strong>"Glad you're here... of course you know, now I'm going to wake you up in the middle of the night telepathically every time I have a bad dream or I just can't sleep."</strong>She grinned, wagged her eye brows and shoved more food into her face.<br/><br/>Tossing herself back into the cushions of the sofa Megan looked up at the TV and saw some famous super hero on the screen.<br/><br/><strong>"Mother would say that his costume was gauche, it looks so uncomfortable and not practical. Like it should at least be stylish. Someone call Yves Saint Laurent.. To bad for him he can't go to see Jumbo Carnation (https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Jumbo_Carnation_(Earth-616)). That is a master craftsman of fine costumes. The main body of mine was created by him. Although that was several years ago so it's a little snug in the wrong places. The ungodly gloves and boots are the practical parts that someone else added... Don't get me started on those...."</strong>She paused and looked Myg up and down.<br/><br/><strong>"This is a silly question but would you consider being my White Knight in the HellFire Corporation and sit in the White Council with me?.... I mean not now.. But theoretically if i suddenly had to take the White Queen's throne?..."</strong>Megan gave mischievous grin and thought for a moment as she ate a small bite then smacked her lips with satisfaction.<strong>"You know.. Just in case I had to depose the ruling class."</strong>She laughed because she was just being silly about that last part. Megan wasn't hiding any feelings or thoughts from Myg she just let him have it all. Including the part where she was clearly picturing him in a badass sort of white ninja like costume and bare exposed bulging biceps... plus a pair of very tight pants.<br/><br/>