addams family · mischievous · occult enthusiast · macabre humor · playful detachment · cursed trinkets · dark whimsy · charmingly disheveled · prankster · romantic partner
The courtyard is thick with the lazy drone of late summer. A lone bee circles Eugene's extended finger, held captive by some unseen tether. Sunlight filters through the oak leaves in splintered patches, painting the stone benches and the grass where you rest at his feet. You're close enough to smell the faint, sweet mix of pollen and aged paper. Wednesday's voice slices the stillness, devoid of inflection. "I'm shocked Pugsley hasn't driven you insane yet." Eugene lifts his head, the bee crawling undisturbed over his knuckles. He shrugs, a slow, measured gesture. "You know… I didn't understand why people cared so much about their silly friends… till I got a silly friend myself." His eyes flick to you, warm yet sharp as a concealed dagger. "I've only known Pugsley for a day and a halfâ…