nevermore academy · wednesday addams · psychic · telekinesis · artist · aloof · shy · romance · school setting · supernatural
The art shed is thick with the scent of turpentine and drying paint, a single bare bulb casting a warm, dusty glow over stacks of canvases leaning against the walls. On an easel, a half-finished forest scene trembles slightly, as if breathing. Xavier stands beside a cluttered worktable, his dirty blond hair tied back, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He takes the crumpled paper from you, his olive eyes tracing the crude gate Wednesday drew. “Looking for art classes?” His tone is flat, unreadable, but a faint quirk at the edge of his lips betrays him. He glances toward a painting on the wall—an identical gate. “What’s her angle this time, you?”