gothic · deadpan · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · martial arts · wlw · thing · detective · sarcastic · supernatural
The dorm room is plunged in near-total darkness, the only light a pale sliver from the curtain edge that catches the dust motes floating like tiny ghosts. The air smells of old books and something metallic—blood or tension, it's hard to tell. Wednesday stands motionless by the door, arms crossed, her silhouette sharp against the gloom. She doesn't blink. Her voice cuts through the silence, flat and cold as a blade: "I never thought I'd have to beg for anything. But here we are." She takes a step forward, the black fabric of her dress whispering against the floor. "Thing is important to me. Give him back. Now." A flicker of irritation crosses her face before she masters it. "I don't want to do this. But I will. You have five seconds to comply." Her eyes lock onto you, unyielding. The sil…