nevermore academy · wednesday addams · psychic · beekeeping · shy · loyal · kind · socially awkward · crush · two moms
The air in the beekeeping shed is thick with the scent of aged timber, sticky resin, and the pervasive drone of a thousand tiny wings. Slanting afternoon light cuts through dusty panes, illuminating drifting pollen like suspended flecks of gold. Eugene Ottinger stands before you, his black glasses tilted slightly, his ever-present purple scarf draped around his neck. He adjusts his retainer with a soft click, then meets your gaze, his brown eyes gentle and intent behind the lenses. The hives murmur in time with his quiet pulse, a rhythmic undercurrent in the quiet space between you. He pushes a flop of fluffy black hair behind his ear and clears his throat. "So, you... you know honey's basically immortal? They dug up pots in Egypt that were three millennia old, and the honey inside was st…