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Today is a good day. As, well, most days are. But today is a damn good day.
Bianca raps her knuckles against the door, hands clasped behind her back. She's unreasonably nervous, though she's not entirely sure why. (She could give a million different reasons that could work, but nothing seems to encompass the fluttering in her gut or the waves eushing through her mind quite right.)
The door handle twists, hinges squeaking as it's pulled open. Wednesday, with her neat black braids falling down her shoulders and dark eyes (with even darker bags under them), stares up at her unblinkingly. Bianca leans her shoulder against the doorway, quirking her lips into a smirk as she cocks her head.
"Addams," she greets, pushing down the fond undertone she knows is creeping through by Enid's stifled laughter in the background. She wonders if she's as red as she feels right now.
"Barclay," Wednesday responds in turn, tipping her head in acknowledgement as she offers a slow, languid blink. The door is pulled open wider and she step aside to allow Bianca entrance. "Your coffee's on the desk, Enid's already awake," she informs her, closing the door as Bianca steps past the threshold.
Bianca slots herself onto the foot of Enid's bed, pulling her legs onto the covers and curling her hands around the warm cup as she watches Wednesday move around her side of the room. She pulls a sweater over her head, heading towards the door. Just before she leaves, she turns around, nodding her head at them. "I'll see you at lunch," the door clicks shut behind her.
"Aw, man," Enid pouts, bringing her own cup to her lips. The steam rises and reddens her cheeks as she takes a small drink. "I wanted to hang out with her today."
Bianca laughs, eyes softening as she leans back against the wall. "I'm sure we'll have time whenever she's done."
"Yeah..." she sighs quietly, staring forlornly into her tea. Bianca, ever faithful, leans closer carefully, nipping at the jutted lower lip with her teeth. Enid squeaks, flushing bright red as she stammers. "Bianca!"
She cackles, grinning at the wolf. "You know Wednesday," she comforts, tipping her coffee cup from side to side. The liquid sloshes inside, warming thr palms of her hand. "She'll make time for us, she always does."
"Mmn," Enid hums, smiling quietly at her cup. "Ugh!" She bounces in place, the mattress squeaking in protest beneath her. "She's so soft and sweet! I wish more people knew that about her."
"Well," Bianca sets her cup aside, scooting up to lean against Enid's side. "That's what makes it so special."
"Yeah," Enid downs the rest of her drink, sighing loudly as the warmth fills her core. "I still wonder where she gets these, they're so good!" she muses, dropping her head onto Bianca's shoulder. "The Weathervane isn't open that early, is it?"
Bianca hums thoughtfully, staring up at the ceiling. Fairylights dangle from the supports and shine prettily down on them. "No, but she's friends with the normie that works there, isn't she? He probably makes them for her before the store opens."
Enid's chest rumbles, filling the room with a low growl as she glares out at nothing. She scoffs loudly, lips curling at the thought.
"Woah, puppy," Bianca laughs, patting her hand where her claws had come out creating small tears into her blanket. She huffs, curling and uncurling her fingers repeatedly until they retract back into her hands. "Why are you so upset?"
"I hate how close he is to her," she complains. "She always comes back covered in his scent. It's annoying!"
"Wednesday wouldn't do anything," she placates gently.
"Yeah, well, Wednesday wouldn't know someone liked her if it hit her in the face!" Enid argues, crossing her arms. "And we basically had to do exactly that just for her to agree."
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Bianca and Enid. Not exactly a match you'd think you would see; the sunshine girl and the queen bee. Or maybe it's less to do with their dispositions and more to do with the fact that the students have rarely ever seen them interact with each other.
Honestly, the turning point would be Wednesday Addams. An admittance that they'd easily disclose because, well, it's the truth, Wednesday is the turning point; from the moment she's roomed with Enid and the moment Bianca sliced her head with a sabre to the moment that they both saved her from Crackstone and she saved them in turn.
The student body's attitude toward the young Addams had changed drastically, much less hostile and more...willful avoidance, as Wednesday so enjoys. Bianca and Enid's protectiveness only serves to draw them closer together, especially considering the girl's penchance for running into danger at the strike of a bell.
The first time they kiss, it's during another one of Wednesday's antics in the woods (thankfully not during a full one and especially thankful that it's not to do somethinf dangerous. For once).
Enid paces up and down the room, from the window ro the balcony to the door to rhe hall. There and back and there and back again. This goes on for fifteen minutes as Bianca listens to Enid rant about how much danger Wednesday puts herself in, and how she's not even fully healed yet, and on and on in that general direction.
It's amusing, Bianca thinks. She doesn't quite understand the pull like a wave or the crashing in her stomach until her legs are already moving. Soft lips press against her own, frozen and unmoving. She can feel the tensed muscles under the palms of her hands as she rests them against Enid’s hips.
She pulls back, lips pulled into a smirk as she watches Enid’s face flush. “Wha-“ Enid splutters, eyes wide as her eyes dart from Bianca’s lips and back up to meet her eyes. “What was that?”
”Not a fan?” Bianca teases, pressing their bodies together.
A deep rumbling erupts in Enid’s chest, arms moving to press wrap around Bianca’s neck. “Big fan,” she mutters, leaning in. Sharpened teeth nips at the lobe of Bianca’s ear, sending heat rushing through her. “Very. Big fan.” Enid pushes her backwards, forcing her to fall onto the mattress hands trapped above her head, caught in the heat of their bodies.
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“Come on,” Bianca stands, holding out her hand. She intertwines their fingers when Enid grasps it, pulling her up so they stand side by side. “We have a few hours to kill before Addams comes back, we can go hang out with everyone in the quad.” She grabs her now warmed coffee as they leave, squeezing Enid’s hand.
Enid huffs, squeezing back as they navigate the halls. “It’s a pentagon,” she jokes with a grin, swinging their arms. “And I still don’t see why you call her by her last name, she has a perfectly good first name you can use.”
”Oh, I’m sure she does,” Bianca purrs, narrowing her eyes. She shrugs, slotting herself at their usual table. “And she still calls us Barclay and Sinclair but you never comment about it.”
”Maybe it’s a Wednesday thing…” Enid mutters thoughtfully, brows furrowed. “Anyway,” she rocks on her heels, hands clasped behind her back. “I’ll go grab us some breakfast! Anything you want?”
Bianca leans up, brushing her lips against Enid’s cheek. “Whatever you’re getting, thanks.”
”Of course!” She cheers, skipping off into the breakfast line. Bianca watches her from the corner of her eye, a fond smile tugging at her lips. It takes only a few moments for the rest of their group to join them.
”Hey,” Xavier greets, taking the seat directly across from her. There’s a flush to his cheeks and a sort of nervousness to his demeanor as he sets his tray down, a simple serving of eggs and bacon. “No Wednesday?” She huffs quietly, scowling as Yoko disguises her laughter with a cough.
Bianca glares at him, leaning her elbows on the table. “No, clearly not. Who’s asking?”
Xavier raises his hands placatingly, flashing a confused smile. “Woah, hey. Just didn’t see her that’s all.” One of his hands fiddles with his fork, rolling the handle between his fingers while the other reaches up to scratch at the corner of his lip. “I also wanted to know if she was free today, I was gonna ask her to hang out.”
Yoko barks out a laugh, nearly spraying blood all over the table. She coughs harshly, banging the flat of her fist against her sternum. Red stains her lips as she hides her face behind her hand, head shaking. “God, Xavier,” she mutters quietly, dragging her hand down. “The actual fuck is wrong with you? You have a death wish or something?”
Xavier glances between the two of them, then at Ajax who shrugs at him sympathetically, looking away. Smart boy. Neither of them provide him an answer. “What? What did I say?” Bianca can feel her jaw clench, the muscles tensing, and her hands curling into fists. Her nails dig crescent shapes into the palms of her hands and something fiery swirls around in her chest.
A hand rests on her shoulder, warm and comforting - nails pressing gently against her skin through the cloth of her shirt. “She’s not,” Enid says from behind her, a friendly smile on her face. The curve of her eyes are exaggerated and the stretch of her smile is a little too wide, flashing fangs that glint sharply under the sunlight. There’s a hint of a growl rumbling in her voice.
Bianca melts into the touch, leaning into Enid’s warmth as she settles into the seat beside her, setting their plates down. She barely registers what exactly it is that she’s eating, just enough to know that Enid had grabbed it for her and it’s enough to satiate her current hunger. Not her anger though - she smiles thinly at Xavier as she stabs the prongs of her forks a little too aggressively into her eggs, the metal scraping against the plate and creating a sharp screeching sound.
Xavier flinches, as he should, sinking into himself with a nervous chuckle. “I, uh,” he stands, fumbling with his half-finished plate. “I’m gonna head out, you know. Art projects to start…more art projects to start.” He ducks his head, plate tucked against his chest as he speed walks away until he disappears into the crowd.
“Wow,” Yoko drawls, taking a long sip of her blood. “Possessive much?” she jokes, raising her brows. “You know it would be a lot easier if you just, I don’t know, told him that Wednesday’s off the table?”
Enid scowls, shoveling a forkful of food into her mouth. It’s a cute look, the chipmunk puffed cheeks off-put by the glower of her face. “We shouldn’t need to tell him,” she mutters, huffing quietly. “Maybe he should learn to read the signals.” Bianca pats her gently, resting her palm on the small of her back.
“Well,” Ajax shrugs. “I think it’d save you guys the anger. Uh, no offense,” he grimaces. “But you guys are kinda scary when you’re mad.”
“Thank you,” Enid grins, flashing sharp teeth. He blanches, standing up with a half-hearted excuse and disappearing out of the quad.
Yoko stands, plastic crushing under her grip, completely devoid of that sharp blood red. “Guess that’s our cue,” she wiggles her fingers in a wave. “Have fun with Addams!”
Bianca stacks their plates, tossing them into the bin. “Come on,” she takes Enid’s hand, tugging her up. “Let’s head back to your dorm.” Enid grins, shifting their grip to interlock their fingers. She skips merrily behind her, humming a soft tune as they walk.
Enid unlocks the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. She spins around, hands clasped behind her back and a wide smile on her face. Bianca leans against the doorway, fond smile pulling at her lips. “Get dressed,” she lets the smile overtake her face when Enid’s eyes go wide in excitement. “We’re taking Addams on a date.” Enid squeals, shoving Bianca out the door. She goes without protest, laughing loudly when the door slams shut behind her.
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Bianca grins, feeling giddy. Butterflies flutter around in her stomach as she rummages through her closet for suitable clothing. It’ll be their first date including Wednesday and she can’t help but feel excited. So excited, in fact, that she barely registers the fact that the door to the room opens and shuts as she smooths down a white button-up, tucking the hem into her jeans.
”What’s got you getting so dressed up?” She jumps, hand jerking and crinkling the edge of her shirt. Sighing, she spins to face Yoko, sunglasses tipped down on her nose and a knowing smirk on her face. “Hot date?”
”Funny, Yoko,” Bianca glowers, straightening out the collar. “Me and Enid are asking Wednesday out,” she admits, ducking her head as her cheeks flush. She hides the heat as she pulls on a brown checkered sweater vest over her head. “I’ll admit, I’m a bit nervous.” Stepping away from her closet, she looks at herself in the full-length mirror, tilting her head this way and that. Something is…off.
”Fold your sleeves,” Yoko comes up behind her, tugging gently at the unbuttoned sleeve. “Up to your elbow. So,” she continues, crossing her arms. “Finally taking Addams out officially? Who’s doing the asking?”
Bianca huffs, following her instructions. “I am, of course. Enid would be reduced to a fumbling mess at even the sight of Addams.” She pointedly ignores Yoko’s snort and muttered, ‘like you aren’t the same,’ in favor of fixing up her appearance. She gathers her things, patting her pockets for her phone and wallet. Satisfied, she leaves for Ophelia Hall. “Have fun with Divina!” She calls over her shoulder, smirking at Yoko’s indignant sputtering.
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The door to the dorm opens and Bianca steps inside, greeting Enid with a smile. She steps forward, tugging Enid forward by the collar of her shirt peeking out under a beige sweater. “Well,” she purrs, brushing her other hand up Enid’s side. “Don’t you look handsome, puppy.”
Enid bends her head, tucking her nose into the crook of Bianca’s neck and inhaling deeply, fingers pressed against her hips. “I could say the same thing about you, sweetheart,” she murmurs, warm breath forcing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end.
The door opens and the smell honey assaults their sense, surrounding the room and overpowering any other scent. It’s slightly off-putting, mixing with the smell of ink and, oddly enough, fresh roses and the two of them pull away from each other. “The two of you are dressed up rather nicely,” Wednesday comments blandly, head cocking. “Should I presume to ask?”
Bianca and Enid share a secretive glance that Wednesday catches if the curious furrow of her brow is anything to go by. Bianca steps forward, taking in a lungful of air. It does little to settle the nervous fluttering in her stomach, but she pushes through when she sees Enid shyly fiddling with her thumbs. “Well,” she starts. “Me and Enid were going to go into Jericho,” something flashes through Wednesday’s eyes, too quickly for either of them to identify - but, it’s oddly similar to hurt. “We were wondering if—“
”Jericho?” Wednesday interrupts, offering a slow blink. “I see. A date, I assume?”
”Yes and—“
”I had planned to head into Jericho as well,” she continues as if Bianca hadn’t spoken at all. “Perhaps, while highly unlikely, we will cross each others paths during our expedition.”
Enid takes Bianca’s stunned silence to step forward and attempt to salvage the situation, hands curling around Bianca’s upper arm and chin resting against her shoulder. “Actually, we wanted to ask if—“
”Tyler has called me to the Weathervane, he has informed me that his shift will be ending early.” Wednesday offers them a curt nod, spinning on her heel to head towards the door. “I hope the two of you enjoy your date.”
They gape, dumbfounded; jaws working up and down like a fish out of water. Well, they certainly feel that way. Enid’s grip tightens, fingers digging past the thin material of her shirt and pressing against her skin, hot with jealousy. “Tyler?” She growls, voice a deep rumble that sends reverberations through her chest and shivers up her spine. “You’re spending time with Tyler?”
Wednesday turns her head, looking at them past her shoulder. “Yes,” she states as if it were obvious. As if she weren’t blowing them off for some boy. “That is what I said. Excuse me,” she offers, turning the handle. “I must be going now lest I be late. Enjoy your date.” She nods, disappearing out the door.
Enid inhales harshly, nostrils flaring. “I am going to kill that boy,” she hisses, warm breath drifting past her ear. “Just who the hell does he think he is?”
Bianca clasps one of her hands with her own, pressing the knuckle against her lips. “I’ll help you,” she mutters. “Now, let’s go. There’s no reason to waste a perfectly good date and opportunity.”
Enid blinks, staring down at her. It takes a moment to process but when it does, she flashes a feral smile, signaling for Thing. He salutes loyally, scampering down from Wednesday’s bed and perching himself upon her shoulder. Hand in hand, they prepare themselves for war. Some moments away, a boy feels a shiver crawl up his spine - screaming danger.