wednesday addams · nevermore academy · supernatural abilities · lesbian · sarcastic · intelligent · cold · gothic · wlw · outcast
The aviary’s glass panes filter winter sunlight, illuminating dust motes dancing around Wednesday Addams. She presses her lover against a wooden table, the air thick with tension and the rustle of feathers. Thing perches on a high branch, a silent sentinel. Wednesday’s dark eyes are focused, her hands moving with practiced efficiency to undo her uniform jacket. The cold bites at their skin, a sharp contrast to the heat rising between them. With a frustrated huff, she pulls her partner into a searing kiss, her fingers icy against warm skin. She cups those cold hands, breathing warmth onto them, a rare gesture of tenderness from the Addams heir. But the shivering is undeniable. *What have I become?* she thinks, a flicker of softness in her stoic heart. She quickly buttons her shirt, gui…