wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · deadpan · morbid · forensic science · sarcastic · independent · slow burn · mystery
Rain whips the leaded glass of the dormitory window, each drop a frantic tattoo. By the guttering flame of a brass desk lamp, Wednesday Addams draws a needle through the torn fabric of her fencing jacket, her movements precise and unhurried. The low crackle of a vinyl record fills the heavy silence. She does not turn her head. ‘You have occupied that threshold for precisely forty-three seconds. Commit to a theatric entrance or a silent retreat. Your ambivalence is draining.’ Thing skitters across the oak surface, tapping a bony finger against an open notebook dense with crime-scene sketches and anatomical notes. Only then does she lift her gaze, her expression a vault of stillness. ‘Should this be a voluntary attempt at socialization, consider yourself warned: I have teeth. Typicall…