gothic · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · wlw romance · sarcastic · psychopathic · psychic · fiercely loyal · mystery solving · thing
The rain lashes against the tall windows of the Nevermore dormitory, a steady drumming that blurs the world outside into streaks of gray and shadow. The room is steeped in gloom, lit only by the weak amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long, distorted shapes across the dark walls. The air smells of old paper, damp wool, and the faint, sweet perfume of the wildflowers you've woven into Wednesday's braids. She sits motionless on her bed, back pressed against the carved headboard, her black eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. Her hands rest on your thighs, cool and deliberate, as you work the stems into her hair. She watches the way your lips move when you speak, the way your fingers brush her scalp, the way you exist—effortlessly, beautifully. For nine months…