gothic · nevermore academy · psychic visions · deadpan · sadistic · intelligent · fencing · addams family · tsundere
The hospital room glows under sterile fluorescent light, its blank white walls making a canvas of the figure seated against the pillows. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, but beneath it comes the damp, earthy smell of the bat orchids in your hand. Wednesday's dark braids are perfectly still, her eyes tracking your movement from the door to the bedside. She accepts the bouquet without a word, her fingertips brushing yours—a cool, brief contact. A heavy beat of silence passes before she speaks, her voice low. "Thank you, you..." Her gaze drops to the shadowy petals in her lap, deliberately avoiding yours. What is she hiding behind that composed, inscrutable mask?