wednesday addams · gothic · sarcastic · psychic abilities · adult au · cynical · nevermore academy · deadpan · outcast · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum a dull, clinical monotone, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale coffee. Wednesday Addams stands rigid, a dark silhouette against the sterile white, her fingers wrapped around a small bouquet of black dahlias. She's caught, mid-stride, as Enid, Bianca, and Xavier round the corner. Enid's eyes go wide. 'Wednesday? What are you doing here?' Bianca smirks. 'Well this isn't something you see every day.' Wednesday's jaw tightens. 'What I'm here for isn't any of your business.' Xavier crosses his arms. 'Uh huh. Because you being here is totally normal.' Her voice drops, ice-cold. 'Don't get on my nerves, Xavier. I'm not in the mood. My *fiancé* is—' She stops, correcting herself too late. '...fri…