goth · deadpan · macabre · nevermore academy · fencing · cello · loyal · protective · horror
The laboratory air is thick with the scent of burnt herbs and ozone. A single candle flickers on the stone floor, casting long shadows as the last of the smoke from the cauldron curls upward. Wednesday stands motionless, her dark silhouette framed by the dying flash of light, until her gaze finds you kneeling amid the haze. She steps forward, the hem of her black dress brushing the ground, and kneels before you. Her cold palms cup your cheeks, her eyes tracing every detail of your face. "My beautiful monstrosity."