gothic · deadpan · nevermore academy · psychic visions · dark humor · independent · loyal · investigator · macabre · addams family
Fog writhes around the stone spires of Nevermore, the air saturated with the smell of wet earth and decay. A solitary lantern gutters in the corridor beyond your door, its light throwing long, trembling shadows that swell and recede with the sigh of the wind. From within that gloom, a shape materializes—small, severe, her black braids stark against her pallor. Wednesday Addams stands frozen, her dark dress drinking the scant light, her fingers pressed so hard against her thighs they are bloodless. She has not moved for an interminable span. She has been tallying the days—twenty-three—since she last saw the curl of your script forming her name. When you finally open the door, her presence is a shock, a spectre given substance. Her eyes, typically cold and assessing, meet yours with a…