Number of Siblings: Two siblings. Older brother (Varden) and Older Sister (Océane)
Relationship With Family: For the most part Emlia has a good relationship with her family. They are very traditional and they value the meaning of family. They mean the world to her, but she knows there are times she makes decisions that aren’t the wisest and often leads to some disappointment. At the end of the day, she knows that they will always be there for her. They mean the world to her.
Happiest Memory: It came much later in life. It was finally being able to explore the feelings she had for her best friend. It was being able to be with someone who wanted her, despite who her family was, and the way he made her feel. It was the first time she felt was love was, and she knows that no matter what, she will never stop loving him.
Childhood Trauma: Does your mother dying during childbirth count as a childhood trauma even though she can’t remember it? Other than that, her family has always been wonderful to her. Losing her nephew, but she would have been older.
PHYSICAL:
Height: 5'5
Weight: 130lbs
Build: On the slender side.
Hair Colour: Blonde
Usual Hair Style: She usually wears it down or in a bun.
Eye Colour: Green
Glasses? Contacts?: Neither.
Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Emilia keeps with the current fashion and shopping in one of her favourite pastimes. Mostly she is dressed business because of the work she does with the shelter and the PR for the French.
Typical Style of Shoes: She has a whole closet for her shoes. Heels are her go to. Christian Louboutin is her go to.
Jewellery? Tattoos? Piercings?: The most important piece of jewelry she has is the necklace that used to be her mothers. She has her ears pierced. No tattoos.
Scars: Bullet wounds on the front and back of her left side thanks to a certain Russian. She has a knife scar down her left side. There are some semi-visible scars from her fights.
Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits:
Athleticism: She is very fit. Considering she used to be a soldier for the French, it required her to be able to defend herself. She does like to workout and run.
Health Problems/Illnesses: None.
INTELLECT:
Level of Education: MA in Human Rights, Culture & Social Justice
Languages Spoken: English, French, Polish, Russian and some Italian
Level of Self-Esteem: Moderate to high.
Gifts/Talents: She is an excellent painter/artist.
Mathematical?: She is decent.
Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Depends on the situation.
Life Philosophy: Life isn’t about defining yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
Religious Stance: Catholic
Cautious or Daring?: Daring, but starting to be more cautious
Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: Her family being hurt
Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist
Extrovert or Introvert?: Extrovert
RELATIONSHIPS:
Current Relationship Status: Single.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Past Relationships: Ex-boyfriend Olivier Fontaine
Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: Her brother.
Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: She has never broken up with anyone, considering she’s only ever had one secret relationship.
Ever Cheated?: No.
Been Cheated On: Hopefully not.
Level of Sexual Experience: She would like to think high.
A Social Person?: She is very social.
Most Comfortable Around: Her family, and those she considers family.
Oldest Friend: Rosalie Lecomte
How Does She Think Others Perceive Her?: She is caring about the causes that matter to her. Protective of her family. She can be impulsive and stubborn.
How Do Others Actually Perceive Her?: Stubborn and impulsive, but doesn’t intentionally try to hurt anyone...unless Russian.
SECRETS:
Life Goals: She would like to have more of her shelters opened and have a more active role in bringing down those that partake in human trafficking. Emilia wants to be a voice for those women who don’t have one.
Dreams: Marriage and a family.
Greatest Fears: Losing her family.
Most Ashamed Of: Letting him have her heart after he walked away.
Secret Hobbies: She likes to knit and is putting her own cookbook together.
Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): Does killing Russians count as a crime? She has never been caught.
DETAILS/QUIRKS:
Night Owl or Early Bird?: Early Bird
Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Light
Favorite Animal: Panda
Favorite Foods: Italian, French & Polish
Least Favorite Food: Russian
Favorite Book: Think Like A Monk - Jay Shetty
Least Favorite Book: Anything Sci-Fi
Favorite Movie: Runaway Bride/The Sixth Sense
Least Favorite Movie: The Master of Disguise
Favorite Song: Hey - Izïa
Favorite Sport: Hunting Russians
Coffee or Tea?: Coffee
Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Smooth
Type of Car She Drives: Lexus RX Hybrid
Lefty or Righty?: Left
Favorite Color: Red
Cusser?: She usually swears in another language, between French/Polish
The paperwork that Théo had laid out before him had been weeks worth of research. Research that he wouldn't normally bring out into the open, but the fact the bar was closed for another hour and the french man was the only one in the building. He had told the staff to take an early lunch -- not that he had any say over what they did but they had taken his direction hesitantly.
The sound of heels caught his attention, eyes pulled from the papers and offered the familiar face a welcoming smile. As her hand cupped his shoulder, Théo reached up and cupped his hand over hers. "Hey there stranger, its been a while."
Emilia leaned down to kiss his check, emerald hues glancing at the paper spread across the table. "It has been awhile. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me." She was teasing of course. Life had been busy and with her first visit back home over and done, she was starting to feel better. Édith was starting to sleep better through the night. She was starting to become more self-sufficient, that figuring out this single parent life, it was becoming easier.
"Did you bring work to the smoke and mirrors?" The blonde knew she was a little early, but wasn't expecting to find Théo here working. Emilia moves around to sit down beside him.
SEND ‘🖤 + PAIRING’ FOR ME TO ANSWER THE FOLLOWING:
1) my muse’s initial impression of yours
2) my muse’s favorite physical attribute of yours
3) my muse’s favorite personality attribute of yours
4) a moment that made my muse realize how much they care about yours
5) something my muse never found the words to say to yours
6) something my muse wishes they had never said to yours
7) something your muse does that makes mine feel safe
8) something your muse does that makes mine smile
9) something my muse wants to protect yours from
10) ways my muse says ‘i love you’ without saying those words
Where: Smoke & Mirrors
Who: @chaussard
When: Dec 9, 2023
It was a Saturday night and she had it all to herself. The blonde spent an hour scrolling through her phone to see who would be free to go out, but after five minutes, decided she was going alone. She spent some time getting ready, deciding to visit a place where Emilia knew she would be around those she felt comfortable with.
Heels click against the floor, weaving through the crowd, a red painted lip smile etched into her features, emerald hues falling on a set of blonde hair. Théodore. At least she wouldn't be alone.
A hand comes up to rest on his shoulder. "Is that seat taken?"
Emilia remained rooted in her spot. She didn't fear that he would hurt her, because he wasn't stupid enough to do that. It was the moment they shared almost a year ago, the feelings she had developed for him, to only have him betray her. It reminded her that her best option was to not let anyone in. "Merci," it was the only polite thing she could think of at the moment, a single word to hold her back from telling him exactly how she felt, but it didn't mean she'd not let a snide remark out. "Don't you have a Russian to be escorting somewhere?"
Hasan looked at Emilia hard, he wasn't stupid enough to act or even say anything too out of turn as it seemed like most words fell on deaf ears with the French anyway.
"I guess I do." His face showed a moment of something that wasn't glib but it was quickly smothered by a forced smile.
"Well this has been an experience. I'll be sure to keep a borough or two between us going forward. Give Olibear a kiss for me." He gave her a wink raising his coffee before turning and walking away pointedly. He was sure he'd be made to regret it somehow, but right now it felt good to have the last word.
Needing a better home arrangement with a little one on the way, Emilia decided to sell her flat and move into a townhome, leaving South Kensington and moving closer to her brother in Knightsbridge.
She moved into a three level, four bedroom, three bathroom. It was the garden and conservatory that sold her on her new home.
Her mum was in the city when she moved and helped her set everything up before she had to return back to Launceston.
Where: Camden High Street
Who: @mobscene-starters
When: Dec 5, 2023
Emilia had the afternoon to herself as Édith was with her grandma for the afternoon, that she decided to start some of her Christmas shopping. She had to remind herself not to overspend considering Édith would not be able to use half of what was bought and from what her sister told her, would spend most of it playing with the wrapping paper.
The blonde was coming out of a store, pushing the door open that it bumped into the person walking down the street.
"Sorry about that," emerald hues glancing over to see who she had hit.
"You wouldn't beat around the bush about it, you would have punched me by now, unless I've missed my guess." He looked her over, she seemed tired but more there, something he envied, but understood he needed to be apart from in his own life and in others. "Also you seem happier, not that you aren't still overworked, but like you've found a purpose." He thought a moment before saying words that might get him punched even if he meant them. "Motherhood suits you." He didn't move away from her, if a punch came he would take it.
Emilia remained rooted in her spot. She didn't fear that he would hurt her, because he wasn't stupid enough to do that. It was the moment they shared almost a year ago, the feelings she had developed for him, to only have him betray her. It reminded her that her best option was to not let anyone in. "Merci," it was the only polite thing she could think of at the moment, a single word to hold her back from telling him exactly how she felt, but it didn't mean she'd not let a snide remark out. "Don't you have a Russian to be escorting somewhere?"
"They're all wonderful. Loud and far too excited for Christmas even though we still have to get through November, but wonderful." She returned the greeting and reached out to nuzzle her hand against Emilia's daughter's cheek. Goodness she was adorable.
Grateful for a chance to catch up and drink something warm, Val followed the blonde into her office. It was beautifully design, though she should have expected nothing less. Taking a seat, Val looked longingly at the child.
"Are you too attached to her or may I hold her? She's precious, Emilia."
Emilia was elated to hear that the family was doing well. "Christmas will be here in no time. I'm wondering how spoiled Édith will be. My parents and sister, and her family, will be coming out to London." She was excited to have them all out to share her daughter's first Christmas together. Them coming out was more so for Olivier's mum, wanting to share this moment with them too.
"Will you be staying in London for the holidays?" Most would be around for the Christmas Eve dinner hosted by Elaina.
"Of course you can." She reaches out to let Val take her. "It will give me a moment to make us some tea."
"I appreciate the offer, Em. And as nice as it would be nice to be there for Édith's trick-or-treating, I've got something here to attend to. An event, Delphine's gonna be there, so I won't be able to leave. Precautions. Maybe I'll join you guys the day after? Are you sure your father won't kill me? I can't promise I'll be the most enthusiastic vampire, but I'll try my best." His attempt at humor was feeble. At best.
There was a delicate balance when it came to co-parenting, with the unspoken rules and boundaries, which was a tightrope that he navigated like he did work, sometimes, analysis, and assessing, every day. Olivier wasn't stupid. He knew that he'd left her in the lurch. But there were things he couldn't give her, and for the sake of their daughter, he was happy to keep things the way they were.
"Y'know, I was thinking — it's probably best if I head on home," Olivier said, placing the mug down with a small smile, throwing up those boundaries.
All Emilia wanted to do was to send the offer, not that she truly expected him to come. This was their way of navigating what it would be like for them. "Don't make the flight out for one night. It would be pointless." They both knew how her father felt, and there was no need to go down that road. It was something she would work with her family through, them accepting her raising Édith as a single mum.
The blonde finishes her drink, content with his answer, though she knew it was the right thing to offer either way. "Very well, Adam will show you out." She caught sight of one of her bodyguards, taking both mugs and placing them in the sink. "Goodnight Olivier." She disappears up the stairs, ready to catch some sleep before her daughter wakes up.
"Is she doing this every night?" Olivier's eyes softened as he listened to Emilia, the weariness in his bones momentarily forgotten. The offer of the spare room was tempting, a small oasis in the desert of exhaustion he found himself navigating lately. He took another sip of the coffee, its warmth momentarily chasing away the fatigue.
"Thanks, Em. I might take you up on that offer if tonight turns into a marathon of baby cries," he replied with a grateful smile. The thought of a bed, even if it wasn't his own, sounded like a luxury. But there was a small part of him that knew he had to be smart. They were co-parenting well these days. Actually getting along and he didn't want to jeopardize that in any way, shape or form.
The mention of Emilia's trip made him nod slowly. He felt a pang of sadness at the thought of her leaving, even temporarily, but he understood. Édith being far away, was never going to sit well with him. No matter how much older she got. "That sounds like a good plan," he said, trying to sound supportive. "Édith would love meeting the rest of the family, and a change of scenery might do you some good."
Emilia nods her head at Olivier. "She is colic. Nights can be rough." It was one of the reasons she would go into the shelter in the afternoon and stay until evening. It allowed her to get work down and with the bassinet in her office if Édith would nap, or there were enough arms around to hold her. The women at the shelter loved when the baby was around.
She didn't know if he would take up the offer, but it would be there for him. This co-parenting that they were navigating was a little more difficult than she thought. Boundaries were placed and at times it pained her. Lost in thoughts of what it would be like if they were a family. "You know it will always be there."
The blonde takes a sip of her coffee, both hands wrapped around the mug when placed back down on the table. "You are more than welcome to come, at least for the trick or treating part." Emilia would never not include him in family events, but it was his decision if he wanted to come.
"Excuse me, do you know if Ms. Lefebvre is here today? I've been walking the halls and am a bit ashamed to say I'm lost."
Val had stopped the nearest woman in uniform. She looked kind and gave off an air of gentle authority. Thankfully the woman smiled and asked one of the women she was with to wait a moment. Val returned the smile with her own equally kind if not bashful smile.
"I don't see any offices so I am at a loss as to where to look for her."
The time was long past due to check in on her friend. Both women were busy with jobs and families but that have never been an issue before. Val always made time for her friends in Paris. London shouldn't be any different.
"I believe she's here today but I couldn't tell you where at this exact moment. If you'll wait here I'll have someone find her for you."
Nodding, Val situated herself on a nearby windowsill. The ground outside were beautifully kept and the halls inside reflected the same. Emilia's hard work on the shelter showed. She made a mental note to visit and help out more often.
Emilia was stepping out of the kitchen, her little bean in her arms, making her way down the hall back towards her office when she caught sight of Val. She wasn't expecting a visitor today, but it was always nice when her friend came by.
"Val," she calls out her friend's name, making her way over with a smile on her face. "I am so happy to see you." The blonde leans up to kiss both of her cheeks. "How is the family doing?" Her head nods down the hall. "We can go to my office if you want. I will have some tea brought in."
"Emilia." His hands fidgeted compulsively as he thought about sparking up a bit of stress relief, but that might get taken the wrong way.
"You look like you're doing well, motherhood agrees with you." The half smirk disarmed a bit of the compliment, but by his tone it seemed mostly genuine.
"I'm glad you haven't gotten too caught up in the fighting, not that you wouldn't be good at it."
He wouldn't let himself look away from her, but words came slow, he wasn't sure if this was a chance encounter or if she was seeking him out to finish business of one kind or another.
Emilia felt an array of emotions hit her when it came to Hasan. At one point he was someone she felt connected with. That he was someone that understood her, but that quickly changed. Seeing him that night with a Russian, it felt like a knife through her heart.
"Merci," at least saying one word allowed her time to think of what to say next, at least something that wasn't a punch to the face. "Who says I haven't, non?" She hadn't, but there was still fight in her. It was merely her priorities had changed.
Varden: My opinion is why does it matter either way?
Varden: She's too young to enjoy or appreciate it, but that doesn't mean you can't. If you want to take her back, I'm sure mom would be happy about it.
Emilia: She is not too young to enjoy it.
Emilia: Ma misses you. You should see what she is making me take back for you.
Emilia: And you are telling me a bird is more adorable than your own niece?
@emilialefebvre: back home in Launceston for tonight to take Édith trick or treating with my family. Isn't she the most adorable shark?! 🥺 #halloween2023 #babyshark #lefebvrefamily
