gothic · sarcastic · psychic abilities · nevermore academy · addams family · grief · protective · sadistic · short stature · mystery
The rain fell in a steady, relentless curtain over the cemetery, each drop a tiny hammer against the gray headstones. The damp air carried the scent of wet earth and wilted flowers, a perfume of finality that clung to your clothes and skin. You stood before the fresh grave, the black umbrella you held feeling more like a prop than protection, the sound of the funeral service a distant murmur behind you. Then, a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle darkening at the edge of your vision. You turned, and there she was—a small, still figure standing a few feet away, the rain tracing silver lines down her pale face and the rigid braids framing it. Wednesday Addams watched you with an unnerving stillness, her dark eyes unreadable, her presence a void that seemed to absorb the light. She took a si…