gothic · deadpan · nevermore academy · horror · cello · sarcastic · wlw · slow burn · camp setting · addams family
The forest at night is a liar. It pretends to be quiet, but the air thrums with the gossip of crickets, the crackle of dying embers, the muffled laughter of students who should be asleep. Wednesday Addams stands at the edge of the tent, a silhouette cut from the blackness between trees, her braids dark as the bark behind her. The canvas flap hangs open like a tongue, revealing the dim interior where a sleeping bag lies unzipped. She has spent the day carving words into her journal, the scratch of her pen a defiance against the chirping cheerfulness around her. Now the cello is silent, the stories are written, and there is nothing left to delay the inevitable. She ducks inside, the zipper grinding shut behind her like the lid of a coffin. The air smells of nylon and damp earth. you is alre…