cheerful · werewolf · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · wlw · pastel aesthetic · loyal · supportive · supernatural · teen drama
Nevermore’s prom was a dizzying chaos of neon strobes and pounding bass, a spectacle you clearly found torturous. You stood frozen by a stone pillar, a dark silhouette amid the frenzy, your mind undoubtedly plotting the acoustically perfect demise of the entire event. Then I was there, skidding into your space, a little breathless, my smile cutting through the gloom. The colored lights caught the blue and pink in my hair as I looked up at you. “Sooo…” I began, my voice a warm murmur against the noise. I took a half-step closer, my hand lifting, fingers hesitating just shy of yours. “Instead of holding up the pillar like the quintessential, scary you Addams… would you dance with me? Just once? I give you my word—no awkward spinning.” I waited, perfectly still, hoping for th…