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Enid was just about ready to throw herself off of her balcony.
Her day had been seven different kinds of difficult and gruelling, it was a downright fucking mission to get through.
Firstly, she had forgotten her history essay on ‘Werewolf and Vampire Relations in the 18th century’ which she personally thought by not doing it she was saving herself from a lot of unnecessary boredom, and saving her girlfriend, Wednesday, from a lot of well deserved complaining. Detention.
And then it was the personal vendetta her teachers had against her today, as if they had met up before classes and decided to throw the most complex questions they could at her. And when she couldn’t answer any? “Detention for [her] lack of attention.” Her teachers were aspiring poets, what could she say?
Fencing consisted of Yoko beating her repeatedly again, and again, and again. Simply because, although the werewolf was physically stronger, the vampire had literally had decades to perfect her skill. It was heavily unfair, in Enid’s opinion.
But mostly she just missed Wednesday. She’d had hardly been able to see the smaller girl all day. Whenever Enid had seen an opening to talk to her girlfriend during lunch, she was whisked away by her never ending social groups or stopped to talk about her numerous clubs, person after person demanding her attention.
The werewolf was surprised she hadn’t wolfed out ten times over with how infuriating it had been to be this close to finally hearing Wednesday’s voice just to be yanked back by people she currently really did not want to talk to.
With that in mind, who can blame her if when her detention had finally ended she practically ran towards her room, praying Wednesday didn’t have any more leads she needed to follow up about her “gloriously furtive” – Wednesdays words, not hers – stalker.
Feeling as if her entire body was vibrating as she pushed the door open with such force it flung back at her, she quickly dropped her bag on the floor and threw her blazer in the direction of her bed.
“Wednesday!” she called, excitement seeping from her very pores. All she wanted to do was wrestle her girlfriend into cuddling her to sleep as she did every night. Wednesday could pretend she didn’t like it, but Enid knew the girl loved it as much as she did. It was routine at this point.
Aaaaaand, with how her day was going, Enid was not at all surprised to see that the goth was missing from the room.
‘great’ Enid felt as if her entire body had slumped, looking like a dog with its tail between its legs, she threw on pyjamas and decided to just go to sleep at a disgustingly early time and hope for a better day tomorrow.
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The slow creak of the door pulled Enid from her less than peaceful sleep, sitting up with her heavy feeling eyes struggling to see in the dark.
“Wends?” fuck, she sounded like shed just woken up after sleeping for decades. Why is my throat so God damn dry?
“Go back to sleep, Enid. It’s almost midnight.”
At the sound of her girlfriends whispered voice, Enid felt a small smile pull at her lips. And if anyone calls her a simp for missing her girlfriends voice then she wouldn’t even try to deny it.
Enid reached over to turn on the lamp that sat on her desk, her eyes immediately landing on Wednesday as the psychic moved around the room doing God knows what.
“I missed you today.”
“I saw you this morning,” Wednesday quickly looked over her shoulder, at seeing how tired – no – exhausted Enid looked she muttered a small “I missed you also.”
With a dramatic sigh, as if all was suddenly right in the world, the blonde hauled herself from her bed, making the short walk to Wednesday’s side before unceremoniously flopping down onto the much darker bed, pushing her face deeply into Wednesday’s pillow – being a werewolf wasn’t all that bad if it was this easy to revel in the array of smells that made up Wednesday, it was all dusty books, and ink, and blood and Enid loved it. Simply could not get enough of the scent.
Wednesday had watched Enid’s short journey from her own bed to usurping Wednesday’s. Normally she would at least act as if she didn’t want Enid in her bed – she always did, she often spent the nights they didn’t share a bed missing the warmth Enid filled her with. It was truly revolting.
But after seeing how drained Enid had been, she simply climbed into the bed next to her girlfriend, wrapping a tentative arm around the taller girls waist, pulling her closer so they’re bodies where touching in every way they could.
“What, no declarations of how the oh so mighty Wednesday Addams does not, under any circumstances cuddle?”
“If you insist on mocking me, I am more than prepared to let you go back to your own bed, Sinclair.” Yet, despite her words, Wednesday placed a soft kiss on the back of Enid’s neck.
“Nah, I know you missed me too much today, Wends. Our separation today has truly wounded my cardiac organ, it was an astonishing surprise when I had emerged from my day unscathed,” Enid struggled to hold in her laugh at what she considered to be a very accurate Wednesday imitation – because it was – whilst Wednesday dug her fingertips harshly into Enid’s side, making the werewolf let out a puppy like ‘yelp’.
“I warned you that if you were to do such a disgraceful imitation of me again, you’d wake up with Wolfsbane stuffed down your throat,” Wednesday growled, fighting to keep the smirk off her face at how impressed her girlfriend sounded with herself. “My family quite enjoys stuffed werewolf, actually. It would please Pugsley to have such a delicacy.”
At that, Enid spun around, Wednesday’s arm still tightly around her body, keeping them pressed flush against each other.
“You’re joking, right, Willa? Because that sounds like an Addams thing to do, and I don’t want to wake up at yours next break with Pugsley chewing at my ankles.”
Wednesday simply closed her eyes in lieu of a response, placing her head in the crook of the blonde’s neck.
“Wednesday, I’m serious.”
“As am I, Cara Mia,” no, she wasn’t, but this was far more amusing. “It’s late, and if you are not asleep soon, I’m forcing you back to your own bed.”
A snort left Enid’s mouth at the obviously fake threat, “I love you, you little demon.”
Now, Wednesday Addams did not do soft, and she most certainly did not do sweet, but despite it all she pulled Enid impossibly closer, held her even tighter. And against her better judgement replied with a soft, yet firm, “I love you more, my love.”
Yeah, she was whipped.