Emryss's voice spun loose, painting a picture for her mind to follow, vividly recalling the bright sun reflecting on the first heavy snow of winter. Her voice trembled a bit as she continued, lost in memory, spinning out with all the skill of a born bard the details of that fateful day, the day that decided their fate to clash in the harsh winter battles.
Maxwell chased her, his hair and scarf trailing him like a banner, laughing so hard he almost fell from the roof tops they were running across. He almost caught her, then slowed letting her burst ahead while he trotted slowly. She noticed this as she turned back to check his progress. She skidded to a stop and scowled, turning around to run towards him with his guitar clutched angrily instead of playfully like before. He was treating her like a child again. She hated that.
He sobered as he saw her stormy face and couldn't help a small giggle at how like a child she looked with that angry face. "Hey now! was just catchin' my breath, honest!" He preempted while doing soothing hand patting motions in the air. She snorted and growled as she came closer thrusting the Guitar at him with a snort. "Whatever. I count this as I won because you're a pansy."
He rolled his eyes and shook his head taking the Guitar back to sling it across his shoulders again. "Way to act mature there little bit of Em! OOW! Damnit!" She had slugged him just after he used that hated nickname, not a gentle slug but a full lean into it numb arm slug before turning to the ledge and jumping to slide along the tilted shed roof perched at the end of the alley. She called up with a taunting voice. "Serves you right you big baby, now you owe me mocha, you said the day I got away with your guitar was the day you'd steal me Coffee in any form. And since you were an ass and called me that damn name, as well as chickening out on following and attacking me, you can get me a MOCHA." She enunciated it clearly as she began to slowly move to the main road.
She had just turned 16 today, and still she looked not a day over 12, a barely budding girl in body whilst in mind she was ready to be a grown woman. Damn it. She kicked a rusting can as she heard the thump and slide of Maxwell sliding down the shed. It may not be fair to abuse him so but... damnit, he'd been big even when they first met. Being Little Bit of Em was great and comforting when she was 12 and scared. It was horrifying when she was 16 and frustrated.
Maxwell trotted up to the skulking and slow moving Emryss and tugged a curl of her hair a bit. She glowered up at him and he grinned before handing her a flat bulky plain brown paper wrapped bundle from his back strapped pack. "Hey, beautiful girls may be hard for some folk to see, but you'll always be my pretty little heart sister, even if you look like an hourglass with a thousand men panting after you, you'll be my beautiful little heart sister. Even if you stay just as you are, a diamond in the rough, you're still my little heart sister. A mean evil little sister, but mine. Shouldn't give this to you though, cause evil doesn't get given gifts..." he teased with a smirk dancing it a bit, till she grabbed it with a mock scowl and a growing grin.
She tore the paper open and nearly dropped the beautiful white flat corset with leather lacing that matched her newer shirt. Her eyes stung as she looked up at Maxwell. He scratched his cheek as he looked down at her from beside her, slumping a bit at her tears and hastily talking to her again. "Aw, hey, I didn't mean for it to make you cry Emmy, it's supposed to be a 'hey you're a woman too' gift thing. Wanted to get you something to let you remind yourself of that..." he was cut off as he suddenly had a happily crying girl clinging to him, the hard boning of the corset crushed between her chest and his waist. At a full head and a half taller than her, Maxwell was a bit pained at the placement of the boning, but just grinned down at his best friend and little soul sister.
"Hey, glad you like it Emmy, but, breathing's also good." He joked before she pulled back sniffling and slugged his arm again. She sniffed again before saying, "Jerk. You had me going.", and then pulling the beautiful corset up to look at it again. It's surface shimmered very faintly, a brilliant white untarnished by street grime yet. She dashed her tears away before tugging her bunched tied on skirt lower and thrusting the corset at Maxwell. "I'm wearing that. Right now. You're helping me get it on over my shirt." She ordered as she straightened her oversized baggy shirt.
Maxwell rolled his eyes, but began loosening the ties along the back as she began to pleat the top into something somewhat smooth and padding in parts. Together they got everything to lay comfortably, and as he tightened the corset, Emryss grinned down at the super faint bulge made by the folded shirt, it almost looked like tiny mounds caught by the flat corset. And even better, the pleated shirt was long enough to almost reach her legs. Maxwell finished tying and latching and tucking the long term style corset with a few deft movements, before Emryss spun to face him, kicking down her baggy twine tied skirt, pulling at her boots and little mini-skirt with a grin. "NOW I'm a Woman! HA!" she crowed whilst spinning around.
Maxwell winced at the indecent strip of thigh flashing but shook his head once before nodding with a sigh. "Yes, but we are getting you a real skirt, that much skin, and THERE is just. Not right for my little Emmy."
He grabbed her in a hug from behind as she spun, smiling down at her. "But yes, you're a Woman now, my little Em."
She rolled her eyes and laughed, tugging on his arms as she grinned. This day was turning out AWESOME after all. Even if her friend and brother was an ass. She pinched his wrist grinning at his yelp. "You still owe me Moa-ca. You promised. And I so won. So, Moa-ca!" She enunciated and singsonged it... Max just laughed, stepping back and rubbing his wrist ruefully.
"As milady commands, so I shall do!" He mock bowed and flourished an imaginary cap. He offered his arm and winked. "To Mochas Milady Emryss?" She giggled and like a rich couple of nobles linked her elbow on his wrist before saying seriously "If it pleases mi'lord..." They both giggled and guffawed at that, all but dancing into the busy traffic of the main road.
((Ya'll are missing the pics of the various characters, Emryss before beads, after beads, the Clockwork Man, Emryss younger in every way and un-scarred and without the eye patch and corset; as well as the younger, flushed Maxwell I stopped here as I literally only had my BF and friend saying it was good- and we had a bunch of Group RPs pick up. (Sadly all but 3 of them died off due to people flaking) When I get approved I plan to edit in the pictures as appropriate.