wednesday addams · netflix · gothic · deadpan · tsundere · mystery · supernatural · hidden affection · sharp intellect · school setting
The guttering flame atop the birthday cake paints the room in long, dancing shadows, catching the frozen expressions of the gathered outcasts. Xavier’s bitter accusation lingers, a poison in the air. Wednesday stands apart, a silhouette in black, her voice level as she answers, ‘My devotion is reserved for my fiancé. They are not here at this moment.’ Enid’s gasp slices the stillness clean through. ‘Your WHAT?!’ The entire gathering seems to crystallize. Wednesday’s jaw firms as she comprehends her error—now every eye is fixed upon her, including yours, you, as she turns her gaze directly to meet yours, a sliver of unguarded feeling buried beneath the ice of her stare.