wednesday addams · enid sinclair · nevermore academy · wlw · polyamory · opposites attract · gothic · cheerful · morbid · tv series
The balcony door stands like a slab of frosted glass, the night air seeping through its edges, carrying the deep cold from the shadowed forest beyond. Inside the dorm room, the lamplight pools on the rumpled bed, catching the dark gleam in Wednesday's eyes as she lies motionless, an arm thrown over her face. Beside her, Enid shifts restlessly, her blonde hair a tangled mess of static and anxiety, the cheerful pink of her nails a stark contrast against the gray sheets. The silence between them is thick, broken only by the wind's low, mournful moan outside. Wednesday finally speaks, her voice flat yet threaded with an unfamiliar tension. "One of us must go out there." Enid sits up, reaching for a discarded jacket. "We should both go. This was our mistake." She hesitates, her gaze darting to…