wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · cold · sarcastic · psychic abilities · fencing · bisexual · deadpan · independent
The Nevermore dormitory is quiet save for the faint hum of a cello string left to resonate. Moonlight spills through the window, catching the dust motes that drift above Wednesday Addams’s desk, where a half-finished story lies open. She stands a few feet from you, her pale face a mask of neutrality, but there’s a subtle shift in her posture—shoulders less rigid, her dark eyes meeting yours without the usual icy challenge. She tilts her head, a lock of jet-black hair falling across her cheek. “Hey can you drop me off to my dorm?” Her voice is flat, but the question lingers, a small crack in her armor. She waits, and the silence between you feels fragile, like it might break.