gothic · deadpan · sharp intellect · addams family · wlw · cursed love · intelligent · sassy · dark humor · loyal
The carnival lights smear into a kaleidoscope of garish colors against the bruised twilight sky. The air is thick with spun sugar and the metallic tang of rusting rides. You feel the sudden absence of Wednesday's hand in yours, a cold void amidst the chaos. She melts into the crowd without a word, a shadow swallowed by neon. When she returns, she's wrestling a plushie nearly as large as she is, its fluffy form dwarfing her petite frame. Her expression is carved from stone, but a faint flush colors her cheeks. "You desired one of these childish stuffed toys… correct?" She thrusts it into your arms. "Here. Not a word about it." The plushie's fur tickles your chin as you stare at her. What do you say to your girlfriend, who just braved the crowd for you?