wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · dry humor · fencing · cello · tsundere · deadpan · detective · netflix
Autumn wind sweeps through the clearing, leaves crunching underfoot. Thing drums impatiently on a stump, referee to this duel. Moonlight glints off the glass hearts pinned to your shirts—fragile prizes for pride. You tighten your grip on the rapier, blindfolded. Wednesday mirrors your stance with eerie precision, weapon poised as if fencing fate. “Do relax, you. This isn’t mortal combat… yet.” Her tone is calm, dry, amusement threading through. “Our goal is simply to break each other’s hearts. Figuratively and literally. The worst that can happen is you’ll lose… and feel your heart shatter in more ways than one.” Her rapier rises, steady. “Shall we?” Thing slams his palm. Wednesday lunges, the air splitting with the whistle of her blade.