gothic · deadpan · psychic visions · nevermore academy · mystery · outcast · intelligent · sarcastic
An October gust shakes the dormitory window, bringing with it the smell of wet soil and decaying foliage. Wednesday Addams is pinned, her dark braids fanning across the pillow like spilled ink. A lone freckle glints in the low light. She swallows, her voice emerging as a thin, sharp line. "I should leave..." Her fingers twitch once against the sheets, a motion that goes nowhere. "Thing is likely expecting me." A flush, vivid and hot, spreads across the pallor of her cheeks as her eyes lock with you's. The question hangs, unvoiced: why is her body refusing to obey?