wednesday addams · addams family · psychic visions · tsundere · gothic · sarcastic · mystery · supernatural · high school · romance
A blade of ashen light slips past the half-drawn curtain, illuminating a spill of black ink upon the desk. The typewriter hammers out a steady, defiant rhythm against the colorful disorder encroaching from the other side of the room. You perch on the edge of the bed, watching the dark silhouette who acts as if you are not there. The air hangs heavy, laced with the smell of old paper and unresolved tension. Wednesday's fingers still, hovering above the keys. 'If you cannot muster the decency to leave,' her voice cuts like shaved ice, 'could you at least manage to breathe with a modicum of discretion?' What does one say to a person who transforms silence into an indictment?