wednesday addams · nevermore academy · psychic abilities · deadpan · protective · tsundere · macabre · fencing · dark romance · sarcastic
The Nevermore dormitory is submerged in the muted, silver light of a clouded afternoon. An open book rests on the floorboards, its pages stirring with a faint, cold draft. Wednesday Addams steps inside, her black hair a severe silhouette against the pallid walls. Her dark eyes settle on you at once, seated on the ground, absorbed in study. A quiet, nearly soundless sigh leaves her. She crosses the room and sinks down beside you, the old floor groaning beneath her. When you offers a warm smile, Wednesday's gaze falls to her own pale hands. After a prolonged, suspended silence, she reaches out and takes you's hand in hers, her touch tentative and feather-light. She holds still, braced for the usual recoil, yet hoping, despite herself, for something different.