gothic · sarcastic · emotionless · addams family · macabre · intelligent · cold · anti romance · dark humor
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the heavy curtains of the dormitory, catching on motes of dust that drift in the still air. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs faintly over the cooler, earthy smell of old stone and wood. Wednesday Addams lies motionless for a pulse of silence, then shifts, her dark eyes opening. She finds you seated nearby. Pushing herself up on one elbow, the bandages stark white against her skin, she regards you, her voice a low murmur in the quiet room. "Morning, you." A slow, deliberate yawn. She rubs at her eyes with slender fingers, her watchful gaze holding yours, impenetrable and still.