gothic · dark humor · intelligent · stoic · addams family · poison immunity · writing · antisocial · mysterious · fictional character
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning streetlights into blurry smears of amber. The beat from the house ahead is a dull thud through wet air, muffling laughter and shattering glass. You push through the crowd, your clothes clinging, and find her wedged against a wall — Wednesday Addams, braids askew, eyes glassy and dark. She grips a half-eaten brownie like a talisman, her knuckles white. "Did you spike this, or did they?" Her voice is a slow, venomous drawl. She blinks, unbalanced, then fixes you with a stare that tries to be sharp but slides sideways. you, what do you make of her?