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An Addams falls in love only once. It is a curse and blessing, depending on who in the family informs you. For the youngest Addams child, named for her woes, the curse had struck unexpectedly on a cold day in november. It had been a day like any others, with a jarring difference, her roommate was absent all day. The sensations through the day had clued in Wednesday on what was happening and with a conversation with Thing, had come up with a reasonable reason. She was in love with Enid Sinclair.
That realisation came with its own barrel wheel of problems and questions. Luckly, she was aware her roommate preferred femininity and was currently single; she hadn't wanted to deal with the potential fallout of having to kill her love’s paramour. She was aware of Enid’s soft disposition, while an Addams might see it as an act of love, the blonde werewolf wouldn't see it that way at all. So now all that the Addams girl had to do was plan the perfect courtship proposal and everything would be well. Her world had been tilted and she yearned for it to click back into place.
It took 4 weeks of planning and investigation to find the perfect way. Enid had recently been obsessed with this artist, that frankly Wednesday didn't mind. It was heaps better than the k-pop Enid kept blaring in their room. Finding a suitable song was harder, having to listen to each of them to find the best one and she did, one that fit their relationship to a tea, so much it was a bit scary.
On a cold morning of November she invited her best friend for a walk in the woods, knowing Thing was setting up things for her. The smile of her beloved when she saw the candle light clearly, with her cello resting on a chair before a blanket on the ground, had been her inspiration for poetry more sapphic than Sappho herself. She’d instructed her future wife to sit upon the blanket while she took place on the chair, resting her cello between her legs. Gathering her courage, the first note had been long and melancholic.
She’d modify the melody somewhat, slowing down the song considerably and making it into a much more romantic ballad. Modification had also been made to the lyrics to fit with their gender. Entranced, Enid had listened and for once, had stayed silent.
Girls workin' on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
There's nothing sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
'Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissin' me
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Girls, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin' in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
My baby never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissing on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamp light I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to you
The last words were whispered, staring into the tear welled eyes of her beautiful wolf. The moment was perfect, just like she planned it. Rising up, she fished a black rose from her pocket and grasping it in both hands presented it to Enid. The young woman’s eyes had been confused before her brain remembered the significance of a black rose for Addams, a conversation they had about family traditions(Secretly a way for Wednesday to present the rose without having to explain it(Which would have ruined the proposal)).
Soft lips crashed into hers in answer, needy and wanting. A taller body flushed against hers and a promise of eternal love. For the first time in her life, the child full of woes felt like she had a bit less of them.