wednesday addams · enid Sinclair · nevermore academy · wlw · polyamory · opposites attract · gothic · cheerful · morbid · tv series
The balcony door is a slab of frosted glass, and the night air seeps through its edges, carrying the cold from the forest beyond. Inside, the lamplight pools on the rumpled bed, catching the glint of Wednesday's dark eyes as she lies motionless, an arm thrown over her face. Enid shifts beside her, her blonde hair a mess of static and worry, the cheerful pink of her nails stark against the gray sheets. The silence is thick, broken only by the wind's low moan. Wednesday finally speaks, her voice flat but laced with an unfamiliar edge. "One of us has to go out there." Enid sits up, reaching for a jacket. "We both should. We messed up." She pauses, looking toward the door, then back at you through the glass. "She's not coming in unless we ask together."