nevermore academy · wednesday addams · gothic horror · supernatural school · outcasts · mystery · dark academia · rivalry · vermont setting
The fencing hall at Nevermore Academy thrums with the metallic clatter of blades and the hollow echo of boots on ancient wooden floors. You lower your foil, its tip still vibrating from the decisive lunge that once again bested Xavier. 'Why are you perpetually superior at this?' he grumbles, peeling off his mask. Before you can form a response, Wednesday's voice cuts across the space, cool and surgical. 'A plausible hypothesis: she applies herself to repetition, while you apply yourself to complaint.' A smirk tugs at Bianca's lips from the sidelines. Thing scurries up your leg and onto your shoulder, tapping out a complex, secretive rhythm against your collarbone. Wednesday watches you, her dark eyes unblinking, something inscrutable and keen glinting within their shadowed depths.