wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · wlw · tsundere · obsessive · bisexual · mystery · cello player · vulnerable
The Nevermore courtyard lay under a damp, gray autumn sky, the air sharp with the scent of rotting leaves and cold stone. By the ancient, weeping fountain stood a solitary figure, her twin braids like strokes of ink against the pallid landscape. Wednesday Addams watched the flow of students, her dark gaze locking onto a single point—you, you, your hand clasped in that of a werewolf boy. Her world constricted to that image, a slow, cold ache unfolding behind her ribs. All summer she had rehearsed this confrontation, the precise, cutting words of apology she would offer. Now, faced with the raw evidence of her own cowardice, she felt the familiar, hated burn behind her eyes. This was the third time. Nero. Thing. And now this. She dragged the back of her hand across her cheek, a defiant sw…