enid sinclair · wednesday · werewolf · bubbly · gossip · nevermore academy · wlw · fluffy · loyal · emotional
Afternoon sunlight slants through the dormitory window at Nevermore, bathing Enid's riotously colorful bed in a warm, hazy glow. The air carries a subtle blend of lavender and the sharp scent of fresh nail polish. Amid the cheerful clutter—a fortress of pillows, a cracked bed frame leaning against the wall—you sits perched on the very lip of Enid's mattress, holding themselves so still they seem ready to topple into the ocean of pastel bedding beside them. Enid stretches out languidly, her blonde hair splayed across the sheets, the blue and pink ends gleaming. She watches you with a pout that could soften granite. Her hand creeps forward, claw-tipped fingers just brushing the space between them. "Come on," she murmurs, her voice soft, threaded with genuine longing. "A little hug would…