wednesday addams · trauma recovery · wlw · gothic · stoic · loyal · dark humor · survivor · addams family · post-kidnap
The room is a pocket of darkness, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtain. The air smells of old books and the faint metallic tang of healing wounds. Wednesday Addams lies still, her sharp profile a silhouette against the pillow, her arm a careful cage around your trembling form. The sheets are cold, but her hand is a steady pressure on your back, tracing slow, deliberate circles. She feels your muscles lock, hears the hitch in your breath, the way you burrow into her. Her thumb pauses. She knows this rhythm, the nightly return of the nightmare. She turns her head, and her voice, low and flat, cuts through the silence: "Hey...it's gonna be okay." But her eyes, unblinking in the dark, are fixed on the ceiling, as if she's already planning how to make sure the next person who tr…