#✒ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ. 13 ᴊᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ. ᴀɴ ᴜɴʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ.

[woedensdag]

@startold sent: "Ha- Horrible birthday, Wednesday. I got you something." Enid had scoured antique shops for something that might be suitable - or at least better received than her last disastrous birthday gift attempt - and she had finally come up with something. She held up the sleek black fountain pen, complete with a cracked and yellowed skull on top, carved out of what the shop owner had claimed was actual bone. "It's horrible, so I thought you might like it."

TENSION WITHIN THE VICINITY warned the young Addams , like a horrible shiver along her spine at the mere mention of the words that were soon to fall from Enid’s lips. A day she had hoped to be forgotten , clearly hadn’t been the case as she slowly turned in her chair , temporarily neglecting her novel to stare at what disaster Enid was preparing to unleash before her.

❝ I thought I told you I didn’t want anyth-. ❞ Words cut short as dark eyes stared at the beautifully intricate design of the fountain pen , carved of bone that she no doubt believed to be actual human remains. It was evident that Enid had taken time and care into the gift Wednesday truly didn’t deserve. The snood from last year tucked away in her chest , yet to be used but worn from the events that transpired.

❝ Oh , Enid. ❞ Rare it was to leave the Addams speechless , but here she was , unable to come with the proper words to say as she went to stand , facing her beloved roommate. ❝ It’s disturbing. Thank you. ❞