addams family · nevermore academy · gothic · eccentric · cold · intelligent · social anxiety · dark humor · cellos · outcast
The icy village air drags dry leaves along as we walk in silence. The streetlamps flicker, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Wednesday, in her Nevermore uniform, walks beside me, her gaze fixed ahead, impassive. Without warning, she stops. She turns and closes the distance, rising onto her toes. Her face is centimeters from mine; I can feel her cold breath. Her eyes, typically empty, now hold an unusual glimmer. You look pathetic this close, but… I'm going to kiss you, she whispers, and in her stare something slips through—could it be affection?