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bea <3

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first kisses: (8/?) ava & beatrice (warrior nun)

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"Ssshh, Ava...sssshh..."

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@metaldamage ! #Avatrice #WarriorNun #SaveWarriorNun

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Wednesday: *Looking up at the stars*

Enid: What are you doing?

Wednesday: Naming the stars after the people I love

Enid: Do I get a star?

Wednesday: You get the sun

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you did carry her. all the way through the convent in a winding route that avoided your patrolling sisters, who would not understand that it was only your duty. to carry, sometimes.

by such slight ligaments are we bound ch. 1

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Ava & Beatrice from Warrior Nun

Azra. T Take Me to Church, Richard Siken Crush, Edna St. Vincent Millay Interim, Octavio Paz Sunstone/Piedra De Sol, Henry James The Portrait of a Lady, Cathy Linh Che Split  

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goldenglobes:

#GoldenGlobes IT girl 🫶 @jennaortega

🎥 @meshellstudio

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Enid, giggling: what word has the most letters in it?

Wednesday: I believe the longest word is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Enid:….mailbox. The answer is mailbox

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New Wenclair Headcanon!!!

Wednesday likes to break Enid out of the Lycan cages on a full moon so that they can fuck around causing havoc in the woods together.

Wolf Enid is always down because she love her deadly little girlfriend, but human Enid is mad that she now has detention (also she’s a little jealous but she knows that’s irrational so she elects to ignore it).

Wednesday thinks that it counts as a date night, human Enid disagrees. Wolf Enid refuses to give up her and Wednesdays monthly date nights and on the full moon when Wednesday doesn’t come to break her out (human Enid made her promise because it’s ‘dangerous’) she breaks herself out and does the cutest little puppy cry underneath their window until Wednesday comes down to play with her and I just KNOW Wednesday will be so smug about it when Enid transforms back.

Wednesday: *smirking* did you miss me Amore?

Enid, covered head to toe in dirt: Shut the fuck up.

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(that is love)

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Woe is mine and I am woe - Part 11

Wednesday x Enid 

Full Work

New semester

It has been 37 days since Enid has talked to me about anything unrelated to school. And I despise myself for knowing that. At first, I wondered if she was simply readjusting and dealing with the awkward questions of what she did over the summer, why she hasn’t been updating her social media non-stop, and the one she seemed to avoid the most, why she spent most of the summer with me and if we were together. This question she either avoided like the plague or laughed off denying before quickly changing the subject. After a month of this I now believe whatever was happening has faded and decide Enid has made the choice to be nothing more than roommates. It affords me much more solitude and writing time without her constantly bothering me.

I had decided to resume my previous state of self in shoving any and all shreds of feeling down where they could not be reached and instead focusing on my studies and refocusing on my previously stalled search for my so-called stalker. Who is clearly either a Nevermore attendee or staff or a member of the Jericho community as I did not receive more than threatening emojis over the course of the summer. If Enid could shove her giant ball of emotions away when we were in proximity to each other than I can do it with my hands tied behind my back. That is what I thought I had convinced myself until Enid emerged into our room bawling and making a horrendous noise I could only compare to a screaming banshee.

I stupidly approach the howling pup. “What happened.” I try to say without letting on the concern I feel building.

I am met with no answer except her curling tight into a ball on her bed, as if she is trying to escape my presence. I turn on my heels and exit the room. If she won’t tell me, I am sure Yoko will. I reach the quad to find Yoko, Bianca, and Davina huddled together whispering.

“Wednesday, wow, I didn’t think you existed outside your room and classes.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“Why, are you telling us you care about Enid being upset? You have barely acknowledged each other in weeks. Enid doesn’t even bring you up anymore.”

That stung more than it should. “I see a new semester has only brought back the bitchiness in you full force Barclay.”

“I see it has only brought back the self-centeredness in you Addams.”

Before I can get in another word Yoko intervenes. “You both are ridiculous. Enid ran into her brothers, and they gave her shit about the summer.”

I feel my hands ball tightly into fists of immense rage. “What did they say to her.” I spit my words out like daggers.

“Something about her mom and her staying with you. We couldn’t hear all of it from over here. Then she started screaming at them. Saying no one wanted her in the pack anyways so why would she come back. She ran off crying after that and now here you are.”

I turned away without saying another word. It felt like hot metal was bubbling in my throat. I was seeing red as I approached the table where the wolf pack sat in utter disbelief at my arrival.

“What’s your problem Addams.”

I hardly feel conscious as I grab the first boy by the collar. “There is fear in your eyes Sinclair.” He tries to break from my grasp, but I refuse to budge until I feel a blow on stomach. One of the other boys has deemed it wise to attack me. I let his brother go and turn just in time to miss his fist against my face. I duck and uppercut him as I stand back up. The other four boys come towards me; I am tempted to pull out the knife hidden in my shoe, but I decide to give them a fighting chance. The pain I will feel from their few and far between hits will be nothing compared to the humiliation that will follow them when they inevitably lose. I am beginning to see spots in my vision as the pain of my knuckles impacting with one of the boys half-open jaw causing their sharp teeth to drag open my skin, sears up my whole arm. By the time Bianca and the others get over to us I can hardly see and feel quite disorientated. I can hear groans of pain as the wolves are sprawled on the ground covered in mostly their own blood and holding different appendages which may be broken or fractured. I do not remember the walk back to my dorm besides Bianca’s slowly fading yells for me to return.

I slam the door shut pain searing up my arm against the motion. I can hear Enid shifting off her bed. I refuse to turn and meet her gaze I feel burning into the back of my skull. I begin to move towards the bathroom but suddenly feel her presence invading my personal space. I can’t stop now, I can’t look at her, can’t acknowledge her.

“W…we…Wednesday…? What ha…happened?” She stammers out between sobs.

The blood in my ears is pounding. I turn to look at her, unable to stop myself, staring deep into those pools. No, this is not, I will not, I cannot.

“Wednesday! You’re bleeding!”

Suddenly I am acutely aware of the blood starting to slow but still dripping into a puddle on the floor. The pain returns, snapping me back into reality as I turn and enter the bathroom, locking myself away from her. Enid pounds on the door, begging for me to let her in, to let her help. My vision is getting blackened around the edges again, and dizziness begins to overwhelm me. Gasping for air, barley able to move. Was I stabbed, did one of the boys bite me or claw me or otherwise fatally wound me. I can’t let those stupid mutts be the cause of my demise. Metal taste fills my throat, burning, bubbling. Breathing is getting increasingly labored. I can’t move, numbness, paralysis. Am I suffering from poisoning.

Blackness. Only my ears seem to still be operational. The pounding intensifies before I hear the door be seemingly ripped from its hinges. More burning now across my skin. Something is touching me. Or someone. I awake and feel a wave of déjà vu hit me. Like all those months ago in the hospital, Enid is asleep holding my hand between hers. I try to pull away but feel her grip tighten. Upon reassessment of myself I find that not only is my hand bandaged but there are also bandages on my abdomen and one of my legs. How pointless. I will probably be healed already; I suppose she wanted to be helpful. My hand is burning against her touch, and I force myself away from her. She barely moves.

I quietly exit the window and step out onto into the cold night. Removing the bandages, I see that I was right, and all the wounds have healed into barely noticeable white scars. All bruising has disappeared as well.

I shiver against the dark fall evening. No clouds but also no stars in sight, only the bright blue moon hangs in the sky. I stare up at it trying to omit the afternoon’s events from my memory, for once not desiring to bask in the victory.

“You’ll freeze to death out here.”

I jump back uncertain when Enid joined me on the terrace or how she did so without my realizing.

“I would welcome deaths embrace.”

Enid rolled her eyes at my response and scoffed. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I’m sure Yoko has filled you in.”

“I would like to hear your side of it.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why does it matter. My side of it. Their side of it. Yoko’s view of it. None of it matters. What happened, happened.”

“They can’t tell me why you did it though.”

Silence clung to the end of her words. She is looking at me. There is curiosity in her eyes mixed with something else. Pain? Anger? Concern? My ability to read her expressions is slipping.

“Tell me why you did it Wednesday.” She spoke in a whisper now, barely audible.

“They don’t have the right to torment you. They only have the power you give them Enid.”

Sniffling. Of course, she cries at this. Does she ever stop the incessant emotional outpouring. She is still looking at me but when I turn to meet her gaze she returns into our room. I remain on the terrace for a while longer enjoying the numbness crawling up my limbs as the bitter air pierces through my skin. Enid reemerges and approaches me quickly placing a blanket over my shoulders. I pull away and let the blanket drop to the floor.

“I’m not gonna let you freeze Wednesday.” She places the blanket back on me holding it in place for a moment to keep me from repeating the action.

The silence is beginning to feel difficult to bear, oddly so, seeing how silence has been my constant companion the majority of my life, making an unfortunate return in the recent weeks. After what seemed like hours but in reality, was no more than minutes Enid stumbles sleepily back inside.

“Don’t stay out here forever…please…”

I respond with a simple nod knowing I will probably do exactly that. The pleasure of death never comes but neither does the release of sleep. Soon the sun is breaking the monotone horizon. I decide to finally go inside knowing my alarm will soon be sounding. I dress and leave early for class before Enid is even stirring. I can’t stand to look at her and let myself be sucked back into her. This mindless edging in and out of friendship of more to the nothingness that seems to be slowly gnawing away at me.

Classes pass at a pace slower and more painfully than even a good racking can produce. By the time I reach my bed I have little idea how I did not pass out from the lack of sleep. Enid enters the room skipping over to her side. I can feel her cheeriness filling the otherwise dark room. I don’t acknowledge when she walks up to my bed. I can hardly even hear her voice as she attempts to talk to me and I refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing I am listening. After a few moments more she says my name in a quizzical but slightly concerned tone. It stings as it hits my ears, the sensation showing me I am still in fact awake. She finally gives up and exits the room not returning until curfew has forced her to. Sleep eludes me again.

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Woe is mine and I am woe - Part 10

Wednesday x Enid

Full Work

The party is starting and of course Enid is taking forever to get ready. She has changed four times and redone her makeup at least twice. Why is she like this. Just put something on an be done with it.

“Enid are you ready yet, everyone is here.”

“I’m almost done! Just give me a minute.”

She emerges from our room and wow. I’m staring, stop staring, she looks amazing, tell her that, no she’ll know what I mean, so what, ugh.

“You look like a rainbow vomited.”

“Thanks…I think. You look amazing Wednesday.”

“Yes, well, let’s go, we’re already late.”

We get down to the conservatory and immediately are bombarded by relatives. The introductions are endless, but Enid takes it all with a smile. Thing finds his way to Enid’s shoulder, and they seem to be enthralled by his gossip on all the family members. She flows into the natural rhythm of the conversations, taking socialization pressure off me while also making our friendship, attachment, whatever, the center of attention. The dancing begins and Enid pulls me to the center of the floor. We tango, spinning around the room with the rest of the family but I can see nothing but her. At the end I can feel all eyes staring at us. I pull away and quickly excuse myself outside to get some air.

Oh gosh, what did I do, she’s upset. Shit, I shouldn’t have made her dance. Where did she go. Oh no, Mr. Addams is coming up to me, what have I done.

“Mr. Addams, I’m so so sorry.”

“Calm down my little ray of sunshine, what are you apologizing for?”

“I don’t know what I did. Wednesday ran off. I didn’t mean to upset her. I’m so sorry!” Crap here comes the tears.

“Enid, everything is alright. You did nothing wrong. Wednesday does not handle attention well unless it is her own design. I am sure you know that by now. Come here, dry your eyes.” He pulls me in for a hug which has the opposite effect making me cry more. “Come sit down with me and calm yourself.”

We go to his office, and he brings me a glass of water, giving me his handkerchief to wipe my eyes.

“Wednesday does not readily welcome affection, I would guess you have figured that out too.”

I nod my head.

“But with you she does not pull away. She rolls her eyes at your stories and refuses to play with you and Pugsley, but she also smiles and stares at you when she thinks no one is watching. She danced with you tonight in front of everyone.”

“But she ran away after!”

“But she did not notice until the dance was over. She focused on you and was in that moment alone in your arms. My little flower, Wednesday has let you in, in a way no one else has ever been allowed. You bring out a different side of her without making her change who she is. I remember the nerves I felt in the first blooms of love with Tish. I was a mess, desperate to be near her, to touch and kiss her. I think you may feel quite the same.”

“I…I…”

“It’s okay, you need not admit anything to me. If I am right, then she will open to you in time. The person you should admit to is yourself and to Wednesday, and I believe she will say the same. Be patient with her my little rainbow.”

I don’t know what to say, instead I smile and hug him before returning to find Wednesday. I hear his words echoing as I search for her outside. I sit on a nearby bench in the family cemetery and suddenly am overwhelmed by I different voice shouting in my mind. This isn’t right Enid! This is sick! We will find someone to help you! Don’t you want to be normal sweetie?! Shut up mom! I want to scream but instead I start to run, to the woods, where I feel safest, outside of her arms that is. No. Stop. I can’t think like this. I can’t help it but I need to find a way to make it stop.

 4 weeks later

As Enid and I pack our things I see that look of concern etched into her face. I have become quite attuned to reading her many expressions.

“Are you ready to go back?” I ask trying to spark some sort of conversation.

“Mhm.”

That may be the most she’s said to me in days. After the party things were good, or so they seemed. I went on writing, torturing Pugsley when Enid was otherwise occupied, and spending time with Enid otherwise. She had begun a new blog, was becoming worryingly close to my parents, and hung out with thing and Pugsley when I wrote. Although we had never gotten to discussing things, on more than one occasion I found myself comfortable in her arms as we danced or slept. I found I oddly enjoyed the secret kisses I would steal when we were alone and her attempts to hold my hand or even just my finger while we walked through the woods or the cemetery.

Pugsley enjoyed chasing her through the woods when she wolfed out during the full moon, and I enjoyed his screams when she turned and chased him back to the house. We had fallen into a routine that would forcefully end with our return to reality and nevermore. As the semester had gotten closer Enid had begun to withdraw. No longer sneaking around to share moments alone or setting up attempts at romantic occasions with thing’s help. She began to hesitate to even look at me. Did so much change so suddenly or were there other forces working against me.

We arrive back at school and reassemble our room just as before it had been before. Yoko came and collected Enid to hangout not long after we finished unpacking. She halfheartedly invited me to join but I knew she did not mean it so here I sit alone again in this room. Sickened by the void that is building in my chest, I suppose it is time to accept that the summer was a delightful fever dream come to a close. Everything will return to how it had been before. And that is fine with me…right?

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Woe is mine and I am woe - Part 9

Wednesday x Enid

Full Work

Sleep eludes me. No matter how I try, I cannot stop thinking of her. Even as her grinding canines grow increasingly annoying, I still can only focus on her smile in my memory. Then I see mothers face fill my mind. Her smug expression, thinking she knows things. She knows nothing of my life. I can’t stay in bed any longer. I get up and go down to the porch to see if the moon will grant me peace. Instead, I find mother standing staring up at the dark sky. She turns as I step outside as if she were expecting me.

“Darling, can you not sleep?”

“It seems sleep has escaped us both mother.”

“I thought you might seek the solace of the silent night and wanted to speak with you.”

“Well, that would interrupt my solace and silence would it not mother.” I lean against the nearby post refusing to look at her.

“Wednesday, I know a lot happened at Nevermore, I just want to make sure everything is okay now.”

“Why would you assume otherwise?”

“Well, you have yet to tell why Enid is here for the summer.”

“And you may continue to wonder mother.”

“Alright darling. Will you tell me about school at least? Do you plan to return to Nevermore with Enid or are we to search for another school.”

“Yes mother, I will be returning.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Several agonizing silent moments pass while we stare into the dark abyss.

“You two seem very close.”

“Is that a question or a statement mother, because if you insist on making glaringly obvious statements then I will return to bed.”

“Do you have a crush on her?”

“A crush? I have a crushing hatred for people and yet Enid is not only staying in my room for the next month but is also slowly decorating it with small bits of color that she thinks I won’t notice are not only on her side. And much to my disdain and confusion I can’t find it in me to tell her to stop.”

She reaches out to touch my arm but hesitantly brushes her fingers against it instead. “She is very lovely, very bright and colorful for you, but lovely nonetheless.”

“Being honest, I am not sure I am entirely capable of liking someone mother. Nor of having someone like me. I will never turn into you or hold your ideals of being a perfect housewife. I think it is safe to admit she is my friend but speak of it to anyone and I will disown you.”

“Of course, darling.”

I return to my room to find Enid asleep in a ball in my bed. Thing pulls on my pant leg and signs that she had a nightmare and was afraid because I was gone. I nod and thing scampers away. Do I sleep in her now pink bed and risk bursting into flames. It does sound enticing but no. I carefully crawl into my bed not wanting to disturb her. When I wake her arm is on top of me and her head rests sleeping on my shoulder. Shit now I’m stuck. Tapping, what is that noise, more tapping. I turn to find thing on Enid’s bed.

“I wasn’t going to sleep over there. I will break fingers if you tell. Now come help me out of this.”

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Woe is mine and I am woe - Part 8

Wednesday x Enid 

Full Work

“Why are we hiding here Wednesday?”

“Quiet, Pugsley will hear you.”

Pugsley walks into the room and sits on his bed. I pull the string hanging down and watch as a bowling ball drops from the ceiling about to land on his unknowing head. Enid gasps and to my dismay Pugsley moves at the noise right before the ball crushes his skull, instead landing on his bed and bouncing to hit him in the back. He doubles over and cries out. At least there was still some satisfaction in the attempt. I look over to see Enid covering her mouth but staring at me with a mix of concern and anger. We return to my room silently.

“Wednesday you could have killed him!”

“But I didn’t.”

“That’s not the point! You were trying to and did hurt him!”

“I fail to see why you are becoming upset. I’m just ensuring he toughens up a bit.”

Enid smiles ever so slightly and attempts to stifle a laugh again covering her mouth. Before she can respond Pugsley walks in.

“Wednesday, will you come play?” I look at him with pure disdain.

“Of course, we will Pugsley!” Enid answers for us and now my look has changed recipients.

Hours later Enid return from the woods with Pugsley in tow sadly still alive and unharmed.

“Why did you leave the game? We were having so much fun.”

“The overwhelming glee being shared nearly suffocated me. Plus, I needed time to write. It seems my writing time has been severely cut into recently.”

Pugsley stops next to Enid, “Thank you Enid! Maybe tomorrow you can show me some wolf tricks?”

Enid turns and puts her arm around his shoulder, “Anything for you Pugsley,” she responds with a smile before Pugsley hugs her and runs off towards the house.

The following two days are much of the same. Enid scolding me for tormenting Pugsley. I am beginning to like the sound of her disapproval. Pugsley taking Enid to play in the woods for hours. Me finally having time alone to read and continue writing my newest installment of my series. And family dinner where we suffer the constant admiration and sickening displays of affection between my parents. The house is being prepared for the forthcoming party and with every mention of it I can tell Enid is growing more nervous.

“What if your family doesn’t like me?”

“They are an ever-growing hoard of psychopaths, misfits, monsters, and more. You are a werewolf. They are predisposed to like you. And not all live as void of color as we do.”

“Oh, okay. Will there be dancing?”

“Inevitably so.”

“You were such a good dancer at the Raven, can you teach me some moves.”

My confused look must register with her, “Please Wednesday! I just want to fit in.”

“Fine,” I huff. This may be an unseen opportunity.

I get up and place a record to play; a Spanish tango begins to play out. Mi buenos aires querido…Cuando yo te vuelva a ver…no habra mas penas ni olvido. I approach Enid and take her waist with less hesitation than would have filled me in the past, pulling her impossibly close to me. She gasps and looks me in the eyes with shock, those big puppy dog eyes filled with everything I don’t understand but crave to know.

As the rhythm begins to pick up, I take her hand in mine and begin to lead her slowly through the steps. One step forward for me and one backwards for her. Forward and backwards, over, and over. She begins to get a hang of the moves and I start to add steps seeing if I can get her to trip up. She steps on my feet and stumbles a little but each time she returns to my arms. Faster I lead her around the room as she laughs. I cannot hold back my smile, nor can I deny that the feel of her dancing with me, her smell, her hand in mine, her face mere inches from my own, all of it is intoxicating. With the last lines of the song, I spin her around and pull her back into me. The song stops but I cannot pull myself away. She stares at me like she can see into the depths of my soul. I wonder what terrors she can see. She does not seem afraid and for once that does not bother me. In her eyes I see the pain of the last weeks, but still there is hope and brightness covering all else, her resiliency would make her hold up fairly well under torture. I am acutely aware of her hand on my arm, then touching my cheek.

“I never knew you had dimples,” she whispers.

Her mouth is so close I can smell her strawberry Chapstick. Just like the first time we kissed. I can’t take my eyes from her lips.

“Wednesday?”

I hardly hear her soft whisper. My head is spinning. I must have acknowledged her as I hear her take a deep breath and pull myself back into reality when I see her lips moving again.

“Can I…can I kiss you?”

I look again to her eyes, her deep ocean eyes, I could easily drown in them. I don’t answer, I am in this moment paralyzed by the weight of my own thoughts for her. I snap to reality as there is a sharp knocking at the door. Quickly I pull myself out of her embrace and step away just as mother enters my room. I can read her face, she must suspect.

“Girls, I just wanted to make sure you had outfits for the party tomorrow. I am taking Pugsley to town in the morning, would you like to come along?”

“I should be okay, thank you Mrs. Addams.”

“We are fine mother.” The annoyance in my voice clearly shows.

“Alright, well if you change your minds, we will be leaving after breakfast. Goodnight darlings.”

Slowly she backs out of the room staring at me while she shuts the door.

“We should get to bed.” I say without looking back at Enid.

“Oh, I guess so. Well goodnight, Wednesday.”

“Enid.”

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HAPPY NEW YEARSS (im a little late posting this here shhh) The first (and possibly only) photo Wednesday takes with her phone

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Woe is mine and I am woe - Part 7

Wednesday x Enid

Full Work

Lurch meets us at the station and assists us in packing into the car. We get home late. Nearly witching hour, mother will inevitably be seancing with the weather so perfect. Father stands at the steps waiting to welcome us home.

“Hello, my little storm cloud. And you must be Enid, we have heard so much about you from Wednesday.” I look over and Enid is already sniffling again.

“Oh, I do apologize!”

“N..no…I’m…. sorry…”

“She’s okay, pay little heed father. We are going to go unpack.”

“Okay my little viper, we had a spare bed moved into your room. Let us know if you need anything else. Sleep like the dead you two.”

I open my door knowing it will be nothing like what Enid is used to. She looks over at me and sniffles,

“This is exactly what I would have imagined Wednesday,” Enid says with a small chuckle.

“Well, that is your bed, I suppose I will not say much if you decorate your side…with a small amount of color.”

“…thank you.” That makes her smile some for a moment, then she returns to her sad look, as much as I love that look, it doesn’t suit her.

“We should get some sleep.” Enid crawls into the dark blankets on her bed and turns away to face the wall. I quietly do the same.

Hours later I am awoken for the first time in weeks to the sound of Enid thrashing in her sleep, just like she used to. I get up to wake her but when I shake her, she turns over and her claw reaches out scratching my arm. I winch but Enid wakes and realizes what happened.

“Wednesday! Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?? Here let me help!”

She quickly wraps part of the blanket on my bleeding arm and holds pressure. “I am so sorry Wednesday, I don’t know what happened, I was sleeping, and I think I was having a nightmare, I didn’t realize it was you, I am so so sorry Wednesday!”

“Enid, stop, I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding! I made you bleed!” There she goes dissolving into tears again.

“Enid,” I reach out and grab her cheek forcing her to look up at me. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

She snuggles her head into my palm and continues to hold pressure on my arm.

“You can let go Enid; I’ll be okay.” Ever since Goody’s merging I no longer seem to maintain my wounds for long. A bit disappointing as most of the pain dissolves along with the wounds in record time.

“Are you sure?”

I pull her hand away. Still bleeding a little but not enough to be concerned. It will inevitably be gone by the time I wake up.

“Enid, what happened is not your fault. Your mother is the one wrong here.”

“Wednesday, I know you are trying to help but right now I’m just sad and I think I just need to be sad for a while.”

“Okay.” I stare at her stormy eyes, I guess just because wanting to feel emotion doesn’t make sense to me doesn’t mean other people don’t desire to do so. I’m not really sure what to do when she leans into me and cries a bit more.

“I’m sorry, I know this has all been a mess and you must hate all this touching and emotion.”

I say nothing, I would rather not hurt her feelings more right now. “You need to sleep Enid,” I pull away and stand as she looks at me, I reach down and gently touch my fingers to her temple brushing past that beautiful scar before walking back to my bed and settling into the darkness of sleep.

I have the most pleasant dreams of the many ways to torture Ester Sinclair. As a wolf she’d be strong, meaning I would need extra chains to hold her. Maybe chemicals to weaken her. Or silver. I let my imagination run wild. Much too soon, I awake to giggling and turn over to see thing and Enid talking on her bed while looking at what sounds like TikTok.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be tormenting me?”

Thing responds with taps, “Well, at least make the torture more violent so I can enjoy it a bit.” Thing motions again and I turn back to face the wall, acutely aware of the unexpected pain I still feel where Enid’s claws punctured. Odd, the other wounds have been healing much quicker than this.

Enid looks at me concerned while thing motions again, loudly enough to get my attention.

“Yes, fine, alright, Enid I am just kidding…mostly.”

After an hour of waiting for Enid to get dressed and do her horribly bright makeup, we finally emerge downstairs for breakfast. Father seems to have warned mother as to our late-night arrival but seems not to have informed her as to Enid’s pastel disposition. Mother nearly chokes on her drink upon seeing her.

“Oh my, good morning darling, would you like to introduce us to your…friend?”

“Hi! I’m Enid, Wednesday and I are roommates at Nevermore, she said it would be okay if I stayed with you for the summer…” Enid starts to get quiet and looks at the floor.

“Of course, dear, you are more than welcome, our home is yours.” Mother is glaring at me with daggers, I wonder if this is due to the surprise of the situation or simply the nauseating way Enid’s sweater looks even brighter when surrounded by the dark shadows of our house. Tension slowly builds around us as she continues to stare while wearing an assumingly forced smile.

“Are you really a werewolf?!?!” Pugsley ever the overly chirpy Addams chimes in, for once he has perfect timing in defusing the killer tension building.

“I am…” Enid says softly.

“Will you show me?!?!”

Enid laughs, “I’m not quite in control of my transformation yet and I wouldn’t want to accidently hurt anyone.”

“Oh, don’t worry dear, Pugsley has survived years with Wednesday.”

Enid’s smile turns slightly uncomfortable, and her laugh becomes nervous.

I look at her, “Pugsley could use some more torturing. He has been so neglected since I left for Nevermore.”

“Hello, my little viper, good morning, Enid,” father come up behind us and places a hand on each of our shoulders, I am tempted to pull away, but I know father would be offended so instead I tense against his touch.

“What is on your agenda for today girls?”

“I will be showing Enid around and then we will see what happens after.”

“That sounds wonderful, Wednesday make sure you prepare Enid for the party.”

“What party?”

I say through gritted teeth, this will only end badly having the whole clan meet Enid. Father walks up to mother as she slithers her hand up to cup his chin pulling him down into a kiss.

“It is our anniversary party dearest, 30 wonderful years in three days,” she looks up at father that disgusting loving look on her face.

“Mon Cher!”

“Cara Mia!”

Father leans over and kisses from her hand down her arm and looks up to meet her lips in a passionate kiss.

“Can you two please pull yourselves apart and show some decorum. You’re making me sick.”

“You’ll have to excuse Wednesday she has issues with affection.” Mother responds still looking at father.

I smirk and glance at Enid before realizing someone might see and voiding my face of emotion looking back at the wall.

“Well, you girls enjoy your day, it looks like the weather will be beautiful, no sun in sight.”