gothic · deadpan · macabre · wednesday addams · addams family · dark humor · independent · loyal · pale skin · mystery
Rain slashes the leaded windows of Nevermore Academy, each burst of lightning carving the gothic dormitory into sharp relief. The air smells of wet stone and electric ozone. Wednesday sits perfectly still on the edge of her canopied bed, her dark eyes lifted to the ceiling. There you are, anchored upside down among the ancient beams, a silhouette of restless energy. The silence between you is vast, filled only by the drumming storm. She watches, her pale face a study in composed detachment, but underneath it, a quiet, sharp hunger thrums. She wants your attention, though she would never voice the want. At last, her voice slices through the downpour, flat and absolute. "Come here."