#c: emeli

[babsxkean]

@ofrcddles​:

​“I missed you too” she smiled, shaking her head gently. “I thought about writing you a letter...just to let you know where I was and that I was okay, but I didn’t want to put you or Peter in any danger” Emeli sighed. She was ready to put this behind her and hopefully never think about it again. “So what do you say we spend the day together doing something? To make up for some lost bonding time?” she offered with a light smile. Something told her this would lead to shopping but she didn’t mind. Emeli just wanted to spend more time with the other. 

Babs smiled a little, though she felt a pang of concern at the word danger. She longed to pry -- both out of genuine worry and because a part of her thrived on the dramatique, which Gotham certainly kept in ample supply. But she forced herself to keep her mouth shut and respect Em’s silence on the matter, a mark of how much she cared about the young woman. “I know,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re back.” She smiled. “I’d love that, but Peter would have to come along. He’d never forgive me if I spent time with you after so long without him.”

[ofnygma]

@ofrcddles​ 

    “Well…I suppose at the high price of one withheld i told you so that I might be willing to admit that perhaps you may have been onto something with the whole art fiasco…” the redhead grimaced, offering her father a shy smile. She had never much enjoyed admitting that she’d made mistakes, especially to him, but he would have only seen right through her had she lied. “So if you were still willing to help me with that I’d um, I’d be very interested..”​

Edward grinned. If there was one thing he loved: it was being told that he had been right. “I always am.” He said with a smirk. “Of course. I’m always interested in helping my own daughter.” He said, adjusting his glasses. Every time he spoke that word, it felt like a lie. Daughter. Like he had a real part in giving her life. He was more her mentor. Someone who taught her how to live and thrive in the city. He’d always wanted her to be better than he was. To avoid his many mistakes but Emeli was only human and she was going to screw up from time to time. Just as he had. Would she one day come after him and Oswald? Accuse them of hiding her true parentage from her? One day... when she did the math and saw how things just didn’t add up. He dreaded the thought. He’d grown attached to her when she was just a kid and now he loved her like she really was his own flesh and blood. 

[ofenigma]

@ofrcddles​

They had been having the occasional break ins lately and The Narrows wasn’t exactly the best location when it came to things like security. When he heard the sound of someone walking around in his and Lee’s apartment, Ed quickly grabbed the small gun he had stored under his desk and carefully left his Study. Coming face to face with a woman in his hall. He flinched but luckily his finger wasn’t on the trigger and as soon as he realized who it was, he lowered his weapon. “Emeli!” He gasped in a hushed voice. Lee was resting and she woke early mornings for the Clinic so he didn’t want to wake her. “What the-?? Why are you here?” 

[ofenigma]

@ofrxddles​

“Emeli.” Edward spoke her name with a smile to his lips, pointing the gun he had behind her in case any clowns came out of nowhere. He was glad to find her in the chaos, knowing that she attended the Carnival. He liked to put on an act that she didn’t mean all that much to him. That she wasn’t his weakness but that was hardly true. As soon as he came and saw the disaster that was the Carnival he worried about her. She was his daughter after all, even if she wasn’t his blood. He raised her. Told her that she was his. “Get your things, we’re going home.” 

[ofenigma]

@ofrxddles​

“How are you doing today, my dear?” He asked his daughter, giving her a smile as they shared lunch together. He specifically didn’t invite Oswald today because he wanted to be alone with Emeli. He just felt like they weren’t spending enough time together lately and he missed the presence of his daughter. His greatest pride. “I must say, I’ve been missing our lunches lately. It’s been too long since we’ve had one. Just the two of us. I’m... getting some help to run the Narrows. So we should be able to have a lot more time together.” 

[millicndreams]

@emelinygma​:

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”

Peter laughed a little as if the idea were rather ridiculous. “No, why?” he said. “Are you going to try to set me up?” It was initially a joke, and then something occurred to him. He paused, and his eyes narrowed a little bit. “My mom didn’t call you, did she?” The last time he’d gone home for break, Barbara had tried to set him up. It had been the most awkward thing he had ever experienced. And he had a pretty high tolerance for awkward, given that he just rolled with the punches more often than not.

[petergcrdon]

@ofrcddles​:

​“Last I checked you were standing on two legs, smart guy” Emeli rose her brow, holding up two fingers as she looked at him, wondering where he was going with this. “You’re also less likely to end up squashed under my shoes than a spider, but what does that have to do with anything?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her now. For somebody that was so fond of riddles it was ironic that she hated being left in the dark. 

Peter grinned at her, amused that he’d seemed to stump her. “I had this guy clinging to my leg while I was trying to arrest his partner,” he said. “I managed to get the cuffs on him and get him in the car with this other guy holding onto my leg like a toddler throwing a tantrum.” He grinned at her. “So I really just need the one leg, I guess. Although that guy was freakishly strong. He was probably on something.”

[petergcrdon]

@ofrcddles​​:

    “Deny what?” Emeli asked in faux confusion as she looked over at the other. It was still a little strange to consider that Peter was actually her nephew, but she had always held an affection towards him so she supposed it wasn’t entirely alien to think about. “Fine” she huffed without a word from Peter. She had never actually needed his contribution to her conversations with him (as proven by the many conversations she had at him as a toddler). Sometimes it was incredibly insightful, actually, but of course she preferred that he could hold up a conversation now. “I suppose I..it’s just all very new” she explained. “Now I have  a responsibility to actually be a good influence on you”

Peter raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly, waiting for her to cave. “I mean, I’m from the future,” he said, with a little laugh. “So I already know. It wouldn’t make sense to deny it, and you’re all about making sense.” He laughed again, smiling at her. “I think technically I’m older than you,” he said. “I think I have to be a good influence on you.” The grin on his face made it clear that he was just joking. He doubted Emeli had ever been influenced by anyone that she didn’t want to be influenced by.