Work Text:
Enid didn’t expect it when it happened.
But when it did her eyes were not first met with color but darkness. And then she saw the brown, the eyes. How beautiful they were and her feet took her forward.
They shined. Shined with this void, this beauty that was unfathomable to her newly seeing color eyes but so right to her. So nice and not harsh, not burning, like a cool breeze whistled over her.
And then like a wave crashed over, as if she knew she shouldn’t, she had stopped. She wondered if the girl saw it too and by the way she glanced back at her parents once with this look Enid would say yes.
The second Enid saw color, she embraced it. She already owned a lot of colorful things, being drawn to different colors of grays and blacks when she didn’t have the power to see more.
Enid loved rainbows. She loved red and blues and the oranges of the sky. She loved sun sets and the way the clouds turned into cotton candy.
And cotton candy was colorful . Maybe that’s why she dyed the tips of her hair pink and blue shortly after.
And her soulmate, Wednesday Addams. Enid thought of her with a soft smile and this fluttering feeling. Wednesday did not dive into color, no, she stayed.
Stayed still in the wind but observed everything there was to see. At first Enid thought that Wednesday would fall into a color. Find one, maybe a purple or a blue she loved and wear it and love it.
But Wednesday loved black.
Her family loved the color and even with the ability to see the entire rainbow Wednesday was comfortable in her own skin. She knew herself. Knew what she liked. Knew what she loved.
Some people thought that was weird. The ones who could see color whispered and talked and that led to the ones who couldn’t see colors agreeing. Followers, Enid thought with bite.
Some people asked her what she thought about it. Some people asked if Enid hated the dark colors. If Enid hated that she still had to look at black.
But, when it was night the sky was black. It was dark, so dark it could be a black hole with specks that sparked in the sky. And she loved it. She loved the darkness and the moon that gave her freedom, love.
And when she looked at Wednesday, when she stared at her even right now under the moonlight in all her unbelievable dark glory all she could think was one thing.
How beautiful she was. How reminiscent, how comforting, how warm and how homey she was. Because that’s what Wednesday was to her, home.
Enid found a home in the dark, and when she was startled into the light she had a darkness to guide her. To hold her, wrap around her, comfort her. Let her have a break from all the blaring noise and beautiful colors that sometimes hurt too much.
Wednesday was wistful. She was a memory, something you looked back and yearned for and Enid didn’t have to yearn. She just had to reach out, and reach out she did, taking the girl's hand in a gentle grasp.
By now it had been a few months since they met. They settled into a rhythm, one that was calm and peaceful and sometimes chaotic but to them it was perfect.
Even with the teasing, arguing, threats and other things here and there.
Enid's eyes slid up slowly, taking in the black of Wednesday's jacket. Taking in the silver of her zipper and the white and black of the striped shirt underneath.
And then she was with pale skin, pale skin that led to pink lips and brown eyes that were the first thing she ever saw in color. Enid sighed, dreamily, dazed as she always was in times like these.
“What is it?” Wednesday asked.
And how did you say it was oerfect? How did you call someone home? How did you say and voice that someone was so perfect looking at them felt unreal but so real all at once.
Enid leaned forward, ever so gently with Wednesday as was. Her lips skimmed, she shouldn’t do that for long, Wednesday always said it felt like too much. So she kissed her cheek, quickly but carefully before pulling right back her lips cold.
Watching Wednesday blush was rare. But her skin was pale and sometimes she just couldn’t hide everything and Enid loved this.
She loved seeing the color she gave her, that she had painted her with. A warmth she had given that made the girl flustered and blush. It was her gift of home, to the warmth that was burning in Enid with all the colors that made her up.
Even now her sweater was pink and red and orange like the sun set or sunrise. Her shoes were pink, despite Wednesday despising them, not understanding why someone would want pink shoes.
“What was that for?” Wednesday broke the silence.
“I didn’t know how else to express it,” Enid said truthfully. She still didn’t and she knew that kiss wasn't nearly enough for everything she wanted to say.
But she had to be careful. Even with her soulmate there were lines and rules and Enid would not go and bulldoze everything right down.
This was Wednesday, and she couldn’t be scared or killed easily but she could be broken in other ways that some might not understand. But Enid was here and Enid was trying.
“Oh,” Wednesday said in a soft tone. She had broken her regular one for the soft word, maybe she had done it all by accident. It wouldn’t be the first time Enid got her to do that. “And if you said it in words?”
Enid hummed. She looked up at the stars to force her brain to focus. To put its gears into action and to actually get somewhere.
“It’s embarrassing,” Enid decided.
Of course Wednesday would never think that or say that. She even shot Enid a look that could have said “are you kidding me?” but Enid worried too much sometimes and over-thought things that didn’t need it.
“The noise of the world quiets when I look at you.” Enid nodded to herself, yes, that had to be a good answer. “You're something nostalgic, the remnants of not seeing color and it’s…it’s really good.”
“It is?” Wednesday asked. For someone who was so confident and sure of herself Enid thought she sounded awfully unsure.
“Wednesday,” Enid started unevenly. She swallowed hard, felt this rush go through her and hated it all too well. “Do you think we’re too different?”
“Have you ever tried to put the same type of magnets together?”
“Uh- no?”
“If you do, they won’t connect. But if you grab two that are different they connect hard. You are my…magnet. My hideously colorful, mi sol, and I-“
Wednesday stopped. Enid waited with her heart in her ears and realized way too late that there was another beating fast. Another thumping, not a calm heart like there always was, like Wednesdays always was.
And this was hard for her. Something knew, something unknown, so as much as Enid wanted to scream, wanted more and fast she waited.
She waited and waited, allowing the other girl all the time she needed to pull the loose strands of strings together to make a coherent sentence.
And then eventually, ever so lightly and with surprise Wednesday cupped her cheek. Enid gasped, she felt a shiver crawl up her spin and right back down again.
“The darned curse,” Wednesday said. Enid didn’t know what that meant, it surely wasn’t about her curse.
But Wednesday's eyes were close, they were lidded, and they were centimeters away from feeling one another’s lips.
“I told them I would never love. That I wasn’t weak, but you have melted me, mi sol,” the whispered language once again made Enid realize it meant something sweet, something deep. And Wednesday with everything else behind it had her knees ready to give out.
“You are monstrous, and perfect and it’s so awfully blinding with everything and I’ve never wanted to torture someone more in my life. At first I thought I wanted to kill you, I did, but then- I wanted to kill for you. Duel anyone in my way, cut their eyes out because they couldn’t see, have, what I did and needed to know that. And I think-“ Wednesday inhaled. “Enid, I am going to do something.”
Enid exhaled, “ok.”
“You know how you kiss my cheek,” the sentence came whispered but she heard it anyway. Her head darted to a million different outcomes. “Do it that way.”
And Enid knew exactly what to do but yet when lips touched hers she was frozen.
And then she saw color. And she leaned harder, kissed that extra bit so Wednesday wouldn’t feel the pins and needles from something soft, so Wednesday wouldn’t get overwhelmed and uncomfortable.
And it was perfect, because color bursted in the shadows behind her eyes. Fireworks in grays, in white lights hidden behind her eyelids cheering her on.
And it was warm, warm on her face, Wednesday's hand, her thumb rubbing up and down almost as if she didn’t even know it.
And Enid pulled her in, wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed, pulling apart for a second so short they both didn’t even realize it just so they could breathe.
And she was home. Home with the dark, with the lights, with all the colors she could see.
And Wednesday thought they were perfect, opposites that pulled one another in like a magnet. She was right, and Enid couldn’t be more than happier to love the darkness.