IdentityV - Oneshots

☁︎ Maturity - Emily x Reader

You leaned over the railing of the veranda, the warm breeze passing you every now and then. You watched Emily work, doing everyones laundry as she always did. It was a miscellaneous task that was looked over by the others as most of her chores were. But you had appreciation for her care of the others even if they ignored it. She cooked and cleaned, even finding the time to care for those injured in matches. It was always a quick 'thanks' and nothing more.

How long had she been doing this for now? If it were you, you would've lost it and made everyone do their own laundry by now, however she didn't show a hint of resentment while she worked. She didn't seem to enjoy it either though, it was just something she knew she had to do or else it would never get done. Maybe that's why you liked her so much. She was the complete opposite of you, what you wanted to be so badly. She was mature and dependable, if anyone had anything of need they would almost always find their way to Emily for advice.

She was perfect, in your eyes at least. Her cheeks were rounded and her lips were a faint red, and her eyes would sometimes light up if you complimented her enough. You admired the way her belt fit snuggly around her waist, and her coat would modestly hideaway her chest. The dress of her skirt was long and dainty, and her legs were soft and smooth. And outside on days like this were you sharply reminded of how red her hair was, how it shined in the sunlight.

"Can you sit down (Y/n)?"

That too, her voice.. it was so comforting and calm, it made you feel safe even if she were to yell at you. "Sit down?" You questioned, seeing as you felt fine. She never looked your way, by now she was used to your presence being nearby and even enjoyed it a bit. Always working alone with no one to talk to, but now she had you. "If you stand without bending your knees for so long you just might faint up there."

Your eyes squished in happiness at her worry for you. Although, she would've said that to anyone, you always took her kind words to heart as if they were specially for you. "Okay.." You said softly, looking behind you to pull up an old chair that's paint was chipping, sitting down gently and continuing to watch her. It was quiet, and it was just the two of you. You often used times like this to imagine it really being just you and Emily, that you were both in some faraway cottage where the sun always shined and the wild flowers bloomed forever. You watched and dreamt, all without her knowing of course.

"Can I help?" You asked softly, making the woman finally turn to you. You beamed as her brown eyes quickly shined a dusty pink when the sun hit them, a different pink crossing your face that you hid behind your arms. "You don't have to, but if you want to, I don't mind." Emily often made those nearby do their cut of the work, which may be why she was avoided so much. But if everyone simply washed their own dishes and did their own laundry, she wouldn't have to pester them when the workload got to heavy for a single woman.

However, she never asked you. You tried to keep up on your own cleaning, but you would tend to fall behind sometimes leaving Emily to do it. Maybe that's why she left you alone, or because she simply thought you were to childish. You would admit, you were rather spoiled, babied for a long time, but when you came here it was so different then what you were used to. Maybe she seen that, and decided it was best to leave you alone.

Yes, she often seen you doing things a child would do, at your age she decided that maybe she would treat you like that for as long as she could muster. Growing up is hard, she knew that, so she would try to help you slowly with that when she could. But for now she let you be as carefree as you were at home, believing some day you would find something to actually grow up for. And it was her. You had never wanted to be responsible so quickly, to be able to give advice like her, to have a work ethic as good as her. You wondered where she got all that motivation from, how she didn't have the urge to scream and shout at the others when they left messes about. She would simply walk by, clean it up without a word and leave.