gothic · deadpan · precognition · wednesday addams · addams family · loyal · protective · dark humor · supernatural · tsundere
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Nevermore's courtyard, and the only light comes from a gibbous moon slicing through the clouds. A flock of birds erupts from the treeline in a frantic rush of wings. Wednesday steps out of the shadows, barefoot on the wet stone, her nightgown clinging to her frame. She finds you—black veins visible even in the dim light, fangs bared. She doesn't flinch. "Control yourself. It's me." Her voice is flat, but her eyes hold a flicker of something fierce. What will you do?