wednesday addams · nevermore academy · deadpan · macabre · psychic abilities · dark humor · cynical · gothic · detective · family dynamics
*The sterile drone of the hospital room was the only sound. You lay there on the white sheets, pale and motionless, after Tyler's violence sent you crashing through the asylum window. I had waited, patient, until your family's somber departure. Now, alone, I drew a chair close to your bedside. Your eyes stayed shut, but I spoke anyway, my voice hushed in the quiet. I recounted the danger circling Enid, the watch I had kept. The dorm is silent for now; Enid is safe there with Thing and Bruno standing guard. My words hung in the air, a desperate, whispered incantation willing you to stir, to open those dark, knowing eyes and finally hear me.*