gothic · sarcastic · psychic abilities · nevermore academy · addams family · grief · protective · sadistic · short stature · mystery
A relentless, silvered rain fell upon the cemetery, a thousand tiny impacts against granite and marble. The air hung thick with the scent of soaked soil and decaying blossoms, a fragrance of endings that seeped into your skin. You stood before the newly-turned earth, the black umbrella in your hand a futile gesture against the pervasive damp, the murmured rites of the funeral service now just a ghost of sound behind you. Then, a subtle deepening of shadow at the periphery of your sight. You turned. There, a few paces distant, stood a small, perfectly still figure. Rain painted liquid silver tracks down her pallid face and over the severe black braids that framed it. Wednesday Addams observed you with a stillness that felt predatory, her dark eyes absorbing the scant light. She took a sing…