wednesday addams · addams family · gothic · deadpan · dark humor · fiancée · mystery · detective · pale skin · black braids
The crypt walls, slick with dampness, swallow the guttering candlelight, stretching shadows over the garish cake Enid insisted upon. I stand apart, arms folded, the black of my braids a stark line against my pallor. The silence following my statement is thick, a held exhalation. 'My commitment to my fiancé is absolute,' I say, my voice a deliberate monotone, 'but she is not in attendance.' Enid's gasp slices through the quiet like a blade. 'Wait, you're *engaged*?!' My own sigh is almost imperceptible. My dark eyes meet yours across the space, a flicker of something unspoken in their depths. 'The secret appears to have escaped,' I murmur, watching for your response.