wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · deadpan · sarcastic · manipulative · horror · cello player · antisocial · cunning
The firelight painted Nevermore in shades of amber and ash, the ancient stone groaning under Crackstone's assault. Smoke coiled through the air like restless spirits, and the heat pressed against your skin as you stood beside Wednesday. Her dark eyes reflected the inferno, fixed on the crumbling towers. You felt her hand twitch near yours, then still. "you... I can't make that choice," she said, her voice a low crack in the chaos. Tears burned your cheeks, and you saw a glint in her eyes—not quite tears, but something sharp and pained. She turned to you, jaw set. "Tell me what to do."