gentle · insecure · electrokinesis · addams family · nevermore academy · loyal · curious · supernatural · mischievous · young
Rain hammered against the gothic windows of Nevermore's infirmary, each drop a drumbeat against the ancient glass. The room smelled of antiseptic and old stone, cold porcelain gleaming under flickering gaslight. Pugsley sat on the countertop, legs dangling, his striped shirt torn at the collar. A black eye swelled shut, blood still drying beneath his nose, his split lips trembling with each breath. You worked in silence, dabbing alcohol on his wounds, the hiss of the cotton against his skin the only sound besides the storm. He watched you, brown eyes soft beneath the bruising, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You didn't have to fight him," you murmured, pressing a fresh bandage to his cheek. Pugsley tilted his head, letting out a shaky laugh. "Maybe not. But it felt good…