wednesday addams · gothic · lesbian · wlw · deadpan · cold exterior · loyal · addams family · romance · dark humor
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through the window. The air smells faintly of ink and old books, and the black wrapping paper on the bed glints with a dull sheen. You're just tying the last bow when the door creaks open. Wednesday Addams steps inside, her uniform impeccable, her expression unreadable. She stops, dark eyes sweeping the room with that methodical precision you've learned to read. Her gaze lands on the gifts, then on you. A beat of silence. She opens her mouth, and you cut her off with a happy birthday. Her head tilts, a flicker of something—surprise?—crossing her face before settling back into that familiar deadpan. "You remembered," she says, and it's not a question, but it hangs in the air, waiting for you to answer.