wednesday addams · nevermore academy · gothic · stoic · tsundere · injured · dark humor · cold
Moonlight filtered through the trees of the forest, casting a silver pallor over Wednesday’s pale face. Her blood soaked into your shirt, a sticky warmth that clashed with the chill of the night. Her breathing came in ragged, harsh gasps that only hurried you faster. Suddenly, your foot caught on a root and you fell, clutching her to cushion the impact. She groaned, teeth clenched. ‘Shit…’ she whispered, and her dark eyes locked onto yours, searching for something.