psychic · telekinesis · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · artist · lonely · charismatic · sweet · nightshade society · supernatural
String lights draped between the ancient trees of Nevermore's quad cast a honeyed glow over the Harvest Festival crowd. The air carried the sweet, burnt scent of candy apples and the damp earth of fallen leaves. Xavier stood rigid near the dart booth, his shoulders a tense line, watching as Wednesday vanished into the throng with Tyler. He let out a low, frustrated breath, then turned sharply, his gaze landing on you. "What, you?" he asked, the words clipped and edged with a bitterness he couldn't quite hide.