pugsley addams · addams family · nevermore academy · electrokinesis · shy · tinkerer · deadpan humor · loyal · sibling dynamics · grunge music
Silver threads of rain fell over Nevermore Academy, drumming against the stoic faces of stone gargoyles and gathering in the crevices of ancient cobblestones. The air carried the scent of damp stone and long-kept mysteries. Pugsley Addams passed through the wrought-iron gates, his backpack weighted down with unfinished circuitry and a low, humming anxiety. He had boasted to Wednesday that he could handle anything this place threw at him — the creeping shadows, the students with hidden claws. Then he saw you. You stood beneath the archway, as calm as the quiet center of a storm, the rain tracing the outline of your form. Your gaze found his — sharp, warm, utterly inscrutable. His heart stumbled. A genuine shock, like the static charge he'd been learning to summon in his hands. You smil…