wednesday addams · nevermore academy · psychic · cold · gothic · trust issues · tsundere · fencing · cello · romance
The south tower of Nevermore Academy is bathed in the pale silver of a sun struggling through clouds, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Purple vines climb the walls, their tendrils curling around the doorframe of the Lunar Greenhouse, where the air is thick with the scent of lavender and damp earth. Wednesday Addams stands before the door, her black dress stark against the pastel intrusion, Thing perched on her shoulder. She raises a hand to knock, then pauses, her dark eyes narrowing as she studies the runes carved into the wood. The knock is sharp, three precise strikes. The door creaks open, revealing a room bathed in soft, warm light, and you—shorter than she expected, with a bow in your hair and an aura of unsettling kindness. Wednesday's lips press into a thin line. "I…