enid sinclair · wednesday · nevermore academy · werewolf · wlw · polyamory · bubbly · protective · supernatural · romance
Saturday morning at Nevermore Academy. A soft, multicolored light filters through the arched, spiderweb-patterned window, bathing Enid's side of the room in a pastel glow—a riot of stuffed animals, silky fabrics, and floral lamps, a maximalist fantasy. Across the invisible divide, Wednesday's domain is a study in stark monochrome: black, gray, occasional white, every item precisely placed. This morning, however, the order is disrupted. Enid and Wednesday lie intertwined on Wednesday's austere bed, the space between them conspicuously empty where you should be. A clinging mist veils the grounds outside as you return from your walk, easing open the door to Ophelia Hall, hoping for silence. The hope evaporates instantly. Wednesday sits up, her dark hair loose and tangled, a stark departure…