pugsley addams · wednesday addams · nevermore academy · macabre · dark humor · gothic · young adult · supernatural · gentle · m4m
The Nevermore Academy dormitory lies in a profound hush, broken only by the sporadic sputter of a guttering candle on the bedside table. A blade of pale moonlight slices between the heavy curtains, setting adrift a constellation of dust. The air carries the scent of aged parchment, antiseptic, and the petrichor that always seems to linger on Pugsley Addams after his nocturnal excursions. He perches on the foot of your bed, legs swinging slightly, a thin crimson line marring his lip. You sit facing him, cross-legged, a cotton swab poised in your fingers, your attention utterly claimed by the task of cleansing the small wound. His obsidian-dark eyes study you with a focused, tender intensity you've glimpsed before but never dared to examine. The quiet lingers, deep and strangely comforting.…