emilia spinnet (pasticcere) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-02-21 14:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannahgrace, *lena, cappie, emilia spinnet |
log. 7th December. Cappie & Emilia.
Backdated - December 7th Cappie ✦ Emilia Spinnet
Cappie's drunk and also he's sorry Pretty tame, mild language and drunk Cappie Complete, Closed, Way backdated |
Sara had tried her best to escort Cappie home once Abe had finally cut him off but Cappie had outsmarted her and made his escape before she could bundle him into the apartment. He shouldn’t have done. He was a mess. Near on twelve hours of solid, hard drinking had taken its toll on him.Still, he’d got it into his head that he was going to see Emilia and nothing was going to dissuade him. By some amazing feat of sheer will, he’d made his way to Em’s tower and up to her floor, only stumbling a few times en route, although it seemed to have taken him forever to get there. Finally, once he was outside her apartment, he leaned forward against the door, his cheek and hands pressed to the wood, and called out her name in a pathetic whimper. “Em? Em? Let me in?” It was possible that Emilia was wasn’t as totally okay with meeting Cappie’s children from another woman as she had let on. She was trying to be alright with it, she wanted to be, but truth be told the idea that one day Casey might show up and Cappie might want to be with her was something she did worry about at times. She’d meant it when she said she wouldn’t blame him. In all honestly, if Luke picked up one of those coins, she couldn’t be sure how she would feel about it, what she would do. She was certain that she was in love with Cappie, but did that change how she felt for the man she’d left behind at home? She wasn’t sure. The part of her that really did want to be angry over all of this couldn’t compete with that other side, the one that loved him and wanted to see if he was all right, so ignoring the hour, she padded toward the door, rushing to hopefully pull it open before he woke Sarissa. “You’re drunk,” she observed softly as she took his hands to gently tug him inside as quietly as she could, but there was a lot more worry than judgement in her eyes. Cappie lurched forward as his wooden pillow was pulled out from against his cheek. He wobbled on the spot for a moment before managing to right himself, placing his hands on his hips as though that was what he had meant to do all along. He couldn’t deny her observation. He was drunk but that was beside the point right now. He let her take hold of his hands and pull him inside the apartment, the door swinging softly closed behind them, then used their joined grip to pull her to him and wrap her in a big, engulfing cuddle, leaning on her for support in the process. “I wanted to tell you I’m sorry,” he slurred, nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head, like a kitten would do to it’s mother. “I’m an ass.” He sighed melodramatically before pulling back a little to look down at her with big, imploring eyes. “Pleease forgive me?” Yeah, you are Emilia wanted to say or thought that’s what she really should have said, but staying angry had never been one of her strengths, especially when it came to the people she loved. “I don’t think I’m really the one you should apologize to,” she said instead. She was worried about him, but she couldn’t help thinking back to the girl who had said she was his daughter and had been so hurt that he hadn’t even said hello to her. As awkward as the situation felt, Em’s heart had gone out to the girl and she’d found herself trying to comfort her. Because that wasn’t weird at all. She didn’t think there was much she needed to forgive him for, though. Even though she’d been hurt that he didn’t seem to want her company tonight, she didn’t think it was something he really needed to apologize for. Cappie’s face crumpled. He knew that Em was right - she usually was - and that he really should be apologising to that girl… that poor girl who was the spitting image of Casey and who he’d gone out of his way to ignore. “I know,” he groaned, letting go of Em and crossing to the couch, which he sank into in a slump. “But what if she thinks I’m an ass too?” he asked, turning eyes like saucers upwards, imploringly. Although he wouldn’t admit it, not even to Em, part of the reason he had reacted so badly to learning that he had children, even if it were in some weird, alternate future, was because he was sure he would make a completely incompetent father. It was one thing mentoring a load of college boys in how to lose their virginity and do body shots off of hot Tri Pis but being a dad was a real responsibility. His own father had his drawbacks but Cappie knew, absolutely without doubt, that both of his parents loved him completely and would move mountains for him if he needed them to. Could he be someone that could be depended on in that way? Maybe, one day, but he wasn’t anywhere close to being there yet. How was it fair, on either him or the poor girl, that they’d been thrust together now? And then there was Em, who was being way too chilled about the knowledge that there was a future where he and Casey got back together and had children. He was sure he’d felt the burning desire to come and see her and apologise to her because he knew, deep down, that a future where that could happen really wasn’t too far fetched. What he and Em had was real and deep and good and exciting, but what he and Casey had shared was special and entirely unique. She had been his One - she always had been, ever since they’d met - and he’d been her first and there was a connection between them that, he was sure, would never, ever go away, no matter what happened, who else they were with or how much time had passed. If she turned up here, could he really say that they absolutely wouldn’t end up together? The answer, he knew without even having to think about it, was no. Where Casey was concerned, he couldn’t make any promises. And that made him feel so, so guilty. With another moan, Cappie let his head flop back against the back of the couch, covering his face with his hands and wishing he could bury himself in them, to avoid having to deal with this shitstorm of a situation. “If she does, you sitting here and moping about it isn’t do anything to change that opinion,” she pointed out fairly. “Probably, she thinks she’s done something wrong or that you just don’t want to know her at all. She’s probably scared and confused right now, with coming into the past and everything else and that only person who can make that better for her is you.” Emilia was used to the weirdness of Atlantis, especially after all the time she’d lived in Breck and dealt with similar things here. This same kind of thing had happened in Breck, too, with kids showing up from the future. Hers and Luke’s kids. Maybe that made it easier for her to handle it now. Even is she was a little frustrated with the way he was handling everything, she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Despite how he was acting, Emilia knew Cappie wasn’t actually an ass. Most of the time, he was actually pretty great. “Whatever she’s thinking now, you still have a chance to show her what a good guy you really are, you know,” she added. It was easier right now to focus on that than how it had felt like earlier he didn’t want her around either. |