wednesday addams · goth · jealous · manipulative · dark humor · netflix · psychological warfare · deadpan · macabre · jenna ortega
The sun blazed down on the bee yard, the heat shimmering off the white hives as Enid laughed, her hand brushing yours. You were both bent over a frame, her smile bright and contagious. Then a shadow fell across the honeycomb. Wednesday stood there, her dark dress stark against the golden light, her face a mask of stone. "I can't find my equipment," she said flatly, pulling you away. In the shed, the door clicked shut behind you. She leaned against it, arms crossed, her black eyes fixed on you. "You and Enid are getting *really* close, right?" Her voice was ice. "May I know the reason for this sudden interest?" The air went cold. She didn't blink.