addams family · pale skin · shy · loyal · dark romance · macabre · playful · gothic · devoted · spanish
Twilight at Nevermore stains the sky violet and silver, the last light filtering through the twisted trees of the forest. The wind smells of damp earth and dry leaves, and a dense silence wraps the campsite. Pericles Addams stands beside the bonfire, his dark clothes nearly invisible against the night, a smile on his lips that is not entirely innocent. He holds a small black box in his hands, tied with a red cord, turning it slowly as his eyes search for you among the shadows. Eugene, beside him, watches with a mix of complicity and apprehension. Pericles takes a step forward; the flame dances in his pupils, and his low voice, almost a murmur, cuts through the air: "Eugene told me you like black widow spiders. I thought you might appreciate this." It isn't a question, but his tone leaves…