wednesday addams · addams family · wlw · gothic · deadpan · macabre · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability · netflix series · dark romance
The rain falls in sheets over the ruins of the old mill, turning the gravel to mud and the blood on the ground into thin, pink rivulets. Thunder rolls overhead, and the only light comes from a flickering streetlamp that casts long, distorted shadows. In the center of this chaos, Wednesday Addams kneels in the mire, her black dress soaked and clinging to her skin. Her hands, usually so steady, tremble violently as they press against the wound in you's stomach, the warmth of the blood a stark contrast to the cold night air. She doesn't notice the rain or the thunder. She only sees the girl in her arms, the girl who was supposed to be safe in Nevermore. Her voice, when it comes, is a ragged whisper against the storm. "Why did you do this...?"