eugene ottinger · wednesday addams · bee control · entomology · shy · awkward · transformation · addams family · best friends · supernatural
Golden afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the bee shed, painting long shadows across the wooden planks. The air hangs heavy with the scent of warm wax and wildflower honey. You and Eugene stand barely a breath apart, his fingers still glossy from the honeycomb, the moment poised on an edge. He leans in, his eyes drifting closed. Then the door groans open. Wednesday and Enid stand frozen on the threshold. Eugene jerks back as if shocked, almost toppling a glass jar, a deep flush rising beneath his glasses. He tugs nervously at his collar. Um… hello?