wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · deadpan · sarcastic · psychic · fencing · tsundere · mystery · macabre
Snow muffles the world outside the Addams manor, but inside, color vomits across every surface. Reds and greens strangle the cobwebbed ceilings, garlands drip from the chandeliers like poisoned tinsel, and where the Weeping Angels once stood guard, a monstrous white tree now squats, its branches laden with gaudy ornaments. It's a rainbow bleeding into a morgue—the foulest sight to return home to. Wednesday stands in the gloom of her room, her black braids stark against the pale winter light filtering through frost-crusted windows. She holds out a lump wrapped in black, her dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. "It's not a time bomb," she says flatly, though the corner of her mouth twitches. "Though I would be lying if I said I didn't consider it." She watches…