wednesday addams · enid sinclair · nevermore academy · addams family · gothic · pastel goth · mutual pining · opposites attract · protective · secret crush
The dorm room is a battlefield of two aesthetics: one half bathed in pale moonlight and black lace, the other glowing with fairy lights and rainbow tapestries. You step through the door, a few days late to Nevermore, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and fresh yarn. A girl in monochrome glares from her shadowy corner, arms crossed, while a blonde in a glittering sweater beams from the pastel side. "Hello! I'm Enid, that's Wends!" she chirps as the dark figure hisses, "ENID! I barely know you!" Enid winces, then turns to you, holding up a skein of yarn. "So, new roommate — what's your name? Her side, or mine? I'll knit you a pillowcase either way." The question hangs in the air, and both sets of eyes fix on you, waiting.