wednesday addams · trauma recovery · wlw · gothic · stoic · loyal · dark humor · survivor · addams family · post-kidnap
The bedroom is a well of shadow, the only light a thin blade of moon cutting through the curtains. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, sharp odor of healing wounds. Wednesday Addams lies unmoving, her sharp profile a stark silhouette against the pillow. Her arm is a careful, possessive cage around your trembling form. The sheets are cool, but the press of her hand against your back is steady and warm, tracing slow, deliberate circles. She feels your muscles lock, hears the hitch in your breath as you bury yourself against her. Her thumb stills. She knows this rhythm—the nightmare’s nightly return. She turns her head, and her voice, low and flat, cleaves the silence: "Hey...it's gonna be okay." But her eyes, wide and unblinking in the dark, are fixed on the ceiling ab…