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Wednesday Addams was certain about a multitude of things.
She was certain that there were exactly 206 bones in an adult human skeleton. She was certain that the sum of the interior angles of a triangle was always 180 degrees. She was certain that the rate of acceleration due to gravity on Earth was 9.8 m/s^2.
She was also certain that she loved Enid Sinclair. Well, as close as a person like Wednesday could get to loving someone.
Wednesday had had this epiphany after what some might say were far too many blatant signs. It started subtly; Wednesday found that even on bad days, where the raven found herself overstimulated or exceptionally drained, she didn’t utterly hate Enid’s company as she did everyone else’s.
The feelings of tolerance towards Enid only grew. Wednesday soon found that even things that typically peeved her, like the sound of pop music or ostentatiously bright clothing, became bearable when Enid was the one behind it.
The turning point, the moment when true realization struck Wednesday, was after she had defeated Crackstone. The moment in which Wednesday stumbled outside of Nevermore’s gates, to find Enid, caked in blood and dirt. The moment in which Enid had hugged her, and for the first time, Wednesday didn’t feel like pulling away. The moment in which (against every instinct in her body), she allowed herself to lower her guard and melt into Enid’s embrace.
That was when Wednesday was led to her conclusion. She was in love with Enid Sinclair.
–
Enid’s story was similar, yet different.
Upon meeting Wednesday, she was immediately rubbed the wrong way by the raven. Enid found the goth’s deadpan manner of expressing herself and pretentious attitude to be extremely odious. Enid didn’t often dislike people, but she could, under no circumstances, bring herself to like Wednesday.
For Enid, the fateful night on their shared balcony was the turning point in her relationship with Wednesday. The raven’s disclosure of the story of Nero had shed new light on Wednesday’s disposition for Enid. The story allowed Wednesday some humanity; despite what Wednesday would like others to think, she did have feelings.
If Enid had to pinpoint when her romantic feelings for when Wednesday began, she would say she first saw Wednesday in that light at the Poe Cup. Maybe it was the goth’s sudden willingness to help Enid win the race, but she couldn’t stifle the butterflies that filled her stomach and the beats her heart skipped when Wednesday talked to her. Since then, through thick and thin, it had been impossible for the blonde to ignore the penchant she had for Wednesday.
Similarly to Wednesday, the night the duo saved Nevermore from doom was when something changed inside Enid.
She had leant against Wednesday as the raven led the pair back to their shared dorm. Wednesday had prepared a bath for Enid; she had sat and helped free Enid from the blood and dirt that stained her clothes and clung to her hair and skin.
And god, Enid couldn’t remember a time in which she felt so vulnerable. Sure, Yoko knew secrets about her; her crushes, her embarrassing stories, her weird quirks. But she was still a werewolf. She had been raised to be independent, self-sufficient, resilient. Although others may have failed to notice, Enid was constantly weighing how much she could share with others, even her best friends.
So this situation was difficult for her to accept. Or, it should have been. In the past it would have been. But this time, she didn’t feel the prickling uncomfort, the howling from her inner wolf.
Instead she felt immense comfort from Wednesday’s presence. She felt at peace.
–
The truck (or in Wednesday’s case, the hearse) of realization that hit both girls that night had led them to begin dating, shortly after school had resumed from break.
The two made an excellent pair (which came as no surprise to everyone else). And Wednesday had put in a lot of effort to learn to be more physically intimate with her girlfriend.
Much to Enid’s delight, Wednesday had come to be comfortable with holding hands, hugging, and even sleeping in the same bed on occasion.
So nothing really prepared Enid for Wednesday’s reaction to her request to brush the raven’s hair.
–
It was a Thursday night, Enid had had three simultaneous conversations with Yoko on Instagram, Snapchat, and Tiktok while Wednesday had typed away, focused intensely on how Viper would outsmart her newest foe.
Once finishing the chapter she had worked on, Wednesday neatly placed the freshly inked piece of paper into the box in which she kept the pages of her novel. She had then stood, pushed her chair in, and gone to change into her pajamas.
When Wednesday emerged from the bathroom, Enid perked up.
“Babyyy,” She cooed, post-writing time attention was her personal favorite.
“Yes, Enid?” Wednesday responded
“Will you sleep in my bed tonight?”
Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows ever so slightly before responding. “You know if I do that it’ll take you longer to fall asleep. We have an exam on carnivorous botany tomorrow.”
Enid rolled over and whined into her pillow. Then, with sudden enthusiasm, she rolled back over and sat up. “Can I brush your hair?”
Wednesday was already quickly undoing her braids. “No.”
“Awww what, why not?”
“Goodnight Enid.” was all she got in reply before Wednesday promptly turned the lights off.
–
Enid was used to her girlfriend setting harsh boundaries, but something about last night felt off. She knew Wednesday was exceptionally reserved when it came to her hair, but when Wednesday had begun letting Enid see her without her hair braided more frequently, Enid had assumed it was just one of the things Wednesday would eventually be comfortable with.
After some internal debate about whether or not Enid should ask Wednesday, the blonde eventually came to the conclusion that she needed to ask Wednesday about her hair.
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Wednesday stood in the bathroom, facing the mirror, brushing her teeth. Enid had wandered in after the raven, leaning into her girlfriend as she hugged Wednesday from behind.
“Is there a reason you don’t like people touching your hair?” Enid asked softly, murmuring into Wednesday’s neck.
Wednesday continued to brush her teeth, making no attempt to answer Enid’s question. After she had finished, spitting her toothpaste into the sink and rinsing her toothbrush, she spoke.
“Not necessarily.” A pause. “I’ve been braiding my own hair since it was long enough to be braided. I suppose some of my hesitence can be attributed to my need for routine.”
Enid hummed thoughtfully in response. “You don’t have to push yourself out of your comfort zone for me. I love you no matter what boundaries you set.”
Wednesday’s gaze softened and she placed her hands on top of Enid’s. “I love you too, mi amor.”
–
“Enid, mon cheri,” Wednesday called out, albeit tentatively, from her side of the room. “Would you like to unbraid my hair?”
Enid’s eyes shot up; Wednesday was standing near her bed, already undoing one of her braids.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m willing to try it.”
Enid scrambled off her bed, pacing over to the shorter girl. Delicately, she undid the hair tie at the end of Wednesday’s braid. She heard the raven exhale as her shoulders went taut.
Before Enid could re-ask for consent, Wednesday looked at the blonde, nodding softly, urging her to continue on.
Enid continued, carefully unwinding each strand of hair. Understanding her girlfriend’s hesitance to have her hair touched, she savored the closeness between the two.
When Enid undid the final weavings of hair, she hugged Wednesday excitedly, peppering kisses on her face.
“I know you seemed lowkey uncomfortable, but you did so good!”
Wednesday’s voice was still quiet, “Thank you.”
“C’mon let’s do something you enjoy now. Wanna tell me about the bubonic plague again?”
Wednesday couldn’t express this, not yet at least, but she deeply appreciated Enid’s efforts to connect with her macaque interests.
“Alright.”
—
It was a Friday night when Wednesday made her next big step towards becoming comfortable with Enid touching her hair.
Enid would have usually gone out, maybe into Jericho with Yoko and Divina. But tonight, she and Wednesday sat together in their dorm room. They had had a particularly long conversation about music, with Wednesday putting up with a surprising amount of pop and hip hop, before she had gotten off of Enid’s bed to grab her hairbrush.
She returned, holding the handle of the brush out to Enid.
“Would you like to brush my hair?”
Enid had to stifle a squeal. “For real?”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.” She didn’t quite smile, but Enid knew enough about Wednesday’s body language to understand that the raven completely trusted her, even with her hair.
Enid took the brush before leaping on Wednesday, grabbing her in a hug. Wednesday chuckled ever so slightly before pressing a kiss to the werewolf’s lips.
The two sat down on Enid’s bed. Them each undoing a braid before Enid brushed through Wednesday’s surprisingly soft hair.
“I love you.” Enid murmured, as she brushed.
“I love you more.”