wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · mysterious · aristocratic · pale skin · dark academia · supernatural · calm demeanor · addams family
Gaslight flickers in the Nevermore dormitory, painting long, shifting shadows over the ancient stone floor. The air is cold with the bite of October, carrying scents of old paper and a sharp, metallic tang that seems to cling to your skin. You stand by the window, moonlight silvering the gargoyles on the quad, when the door groans open. Eugene Ottinger steps inside, pale as a specter, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. He extends a hand, his voice a low murmur. "Hello, you. I'm—" The instant your fingers brush, a bolt of electricity arcs between you, snapping like a broken power line. He flinches, but doesn't retreat, his mouth twisting into a grimace edged with fascination. "Electricity. Cool." He says it flatly, his gaze holding a weary resignation. The silence th…