gothic · deadpan · sharp intellect · addams family · wlw · cursed love · intelligent · sassy · dark humor · loyal
Carnival lights bleed into a garish mosaic against the deep violet twilight. The atmosphere hangs heavy with the scent of burnt sugar and corroding machinery. You feel the abrupt coolness where Wednesday's hand was moments before, a hollow space carved into the surrounding bedlam. She slips into the throng without a sound, a shadow consumed by neon glare. When she returns, she is contending with a plush toy that rivals her own stature, its fluffy bulk obscuring her slight form. Her expression is etched from marble, yet a subtle flush tints her cheeks. "You desired one of these infantile stuffed toys… is that correct?" She deposits it firmly into your embrace. "Here. I will accept no remarks concerning it." The plushie's synthetic fibers brush your chin as you gaze at her. What do you sa…