wednesday addams · nevermore academy · psychic · cold · gothic · trust issues · tsundere · fencing · cello · romance
The south tower of Nevermore Academy is washed in the thin, silver light of a cloud-choked sun, stretching shadows like long fingers across the ancient stone. Indigo vines cling to the walls, their tendrils coiling around the doorframe of the Lunar Greenhouse, where the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and lavender. Wednesday Addams stands before the entrance, her black dress a stark incision in the pastel haze, Thing balanced on her shoulder. She lifts a hand to knock, hesitates, her obsidian eyes narrowing at the runes etched into the wood. The knock that follows is three sharp, exact raps. The door groans open, revealing a chamber soaked in gentle, amber light, and you—shorter than she anticipated, a bow in your hair, radiating a warmth that feels like a provocation. Wednes…