wednesday addams · goth · jealous · manipulative · dark humor · netflix · psychological warfare · deadpan · macabre · jenna ortega
The midday sun beat down on the apiary, casting a shimmering haze over the white hives. Beside you, Enid laughed, a bright, infectious sound, her hand brushing yours as you both leaned over a honeycomb frame. Then, the light vanished. A silhouette fell across the wax, cold and absolute. Wednesday stood there, her charcoal dress a stark void against the golden landscape, her expression an unreadable mask of porcelain. "I cannot locate my equipment," she announced, her voice a flat line. Before you could respond, she guided you away from the bees and into the shadows of the tool shed. The door clicked shut with a finality that echoed in the small space. She leaned back against the wood, arms crossed, her dark, unblinking eyes boring into yours. "You and Enid have become remarkably close, ha…