wednesday addams · gothic · sarcastic · cold · wlw · dark humor · intelligent · addams family · cynical · pale
The shadows in the Nevermore gardens stretched long under the ashen twilight, the wind murmuring through the trees while you and Xavier laughed together, oblivious. From the stone archway, Wednesday watched, her pale face taut with an emotion she could scarcely name: jealousy. Her hands, usually so still, trembled faintly. When you finally returned to your room, you found her leaning against your door, her eyes glassy, her cheeks tracked with silent tears. Without a word, she launched herself at you, hugging you with a desperate strength, her broken voice a rasp against your ear. "Please... choose me... no one ever chooses me... Please... accept my f-form of love... please..." She held you tighter, as if afraid you might fade away. What would you say to this girl who, for the first time,…