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Enid swept in, brining with her color and all things bright, and for as much as Wednesday wished to reel back and squint, she never could, not when it was Enid.
Nevermore Academy was a fever dream now, all a blur and a whirlwind that felt as though it had gone by too fast, and perhaps it had.
They stood now not as students or room mates but insted as two grown women trying to make a place for themselves in the world, Enid picking up an odd job here and there and Wednedsay working on her next novel from the comfort of one of her families homes by the lake.
Isolated, quiet, perfectly eerie.
The serene lake still without movement and breifly she wondered if Aunt Beatrice was still at the bottom of it, but didn't dwell as now Enid was in front of her, cheeks red from the cold and bundled up in color, her bags dropped to the side of her as she attempted to warm her hands. Sticking out agaisnt the dark and macabe backdrop of typical Addams decor.
"You're late."
"It's freezing!"
Wednesdays statement went unanswered as the blonde insted fussed over her cold fingers, As though the cold was somehkw at fault for the womans tardiness, rubbing at her sensitive nose as if weather had stung, but as she fretted and complained, her eyes found Wednesday. They always did.
And the raven haired woman gave a barely noticeable nod before moving her arms out a little in welcome
And with the acknowledgement Enids lips pulled into a giddy grin and she all but launched herself at Wednesday pulling her into a tight hug.
Their years as roomates granting her this privilege, a habbit Wednesday had come to expect, but still Enid never touched without asking, unless it was a breif shoulder bump or a poke, but she always waited for Wednesday to allow such open displays of affection.
The cold of Enids skin did very little to deter Wednesday, as she always preferred the cold herself. Had Enid not been visiting she would of left the fire stay snuffed out till she could see her breath, lit a few candles and continued writing her novel for the ambiance of it all, but Enid was visiting, and the fire was well lit with wood stocked to the side to ensure it never would go out till they [Enid] decided to let it.
"I missed you" Enid had uttered and Wednesday remained silent. Her response coming in the form of holding just a little bit tighter.
Hugs and open admittance of affection were always Enids thing. Even after years the Addams girl didn't exactly know how to hug, her fists always remained closed, posture straight as a board, but she lingered, always. Till Enid pulled away first.
But she planned to change that this month, During this visit she would try to woo Enid, The Addams way, though she would have to tone it down of course, she doubted Enid would take well to her slaughtering Enids enemies in a show of strength and presenting her the bloodied sword as a prize.
And so phase one begun, As Enid went to pull away, Wednesday slipped her hand down to take Enids between her own, The blonde felt her hand flinch at the sudden warmth, startled she looked down only to have watch in stunned surprise as Wednesday Addams, THE WEDNESDAY ADDAMS brought her hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of her trembling hand. Enid felt blood rush to her face at a startling pace, her heart giving heavy and painful thumps agaisnt her rib cage,
And Wednesday ever her fathers daughter, acted as though she had done this many times before [she hadn't she just wanted to many times before] didn't react, her expression never changed but insted she softly spoke "Sit by the fire Sinclair, your trembling is annoying"
Okay not as romantic as planned but as Wednesday pulled away she considered it a job well executed as those blue eyes were wide in a way they had only ever been when something that amazed but baffled the wolf happend, like when a classmate had presented her with flowers for the Nevermore dance, When the fireworks exploded for New years and when Wednesday had kissed her hand.
She had hoped that made her intentions clear, the eye contact, the lingering, but Enid being Enid was too busy trying to calm her rupturing heart to even try and concider what that had meant, so dumbly she nodded, almost stumbling over her bags as she attempted to take a step back.
"I-" her voice faltered, she stuttered and didn't seem to know where to look any more if not staring at her hand that was still elevated at her side.
"I- YES! RIGHT!- Heat! Fire! I was about to!-"
She quickly turned looking to her luggage and the back to Wednesday "I will! Once I put my bags away-" the blonde went to pick them up but grabbed at the handle too fast, promptly dropping it again. Cursing to herself and blaming her still frozen fingers that were slowly gaining back mobility, laughing akwardly in an attempt to get a hold of herself, all but snatching her bags she hurried down the first hallway she saw only to realise she had no idea where she was going and halting and Wednesday who had heard the scurrying footsets suddenly stop called out
"Take a left, up the stairs, the white door"
"Thank you!"
And just as quickly as she arrived she was gone, her steps heavy and releasing as they hurried up the old wooden staircase of the lake side home. For a moment Wednesday wondered if it was too much, but ignored the thought knowing if it was Enid had no qualms with saying it. So insted she moved back to the fire, took a poker and pushed a log deeper in, making sure the flame would still be blazing whenever Enid would return. And if her cheeks felt warmer than usual, she would simply blame it on the flames.
Meanwhile up the stairs, Enid had found the guest room and pratically threw herself in, shutting the door behind her, cheeks flushed red and definetly not just because of the cold, so distracted by her own hammering heart that she didn't even think of looking around the room which she would of done had she been of sane mind. Insted she stared down at her hands that were slowly starting to warm once again after dropping her bags to the floor, The image of what had just happend playing over and over in her mind.
WHAT WAS THAT!? Was that something Wednesday was always capable of!? It was like something out of a cringey old novel! If it were anyone else Enid would of laughed about it but it was Wednesday Addams! Who somehow managed to make it not seem emmbaressimg at all! Who made it even a little bit charming that had Enid feeling warm from head to toe! ....she had to be messing with her. That was the only explanation, Enid paced the floor, tugged off her jacket and trying to shake off her boots.
Someone must of told the other about her feelings, or maybe Enid was just that bad at hiding them! Because there was no way that could actually be happening-
Enids mental rant was all but stopped when she stumbled and fell back onto the strangely plush bed. She blinked up at the ceiling and then rolled over and groaned into the sheets....that smelled like the old fabric softener Enid used to use in Nevermore to feel less home sick... ugh! Damn it Wednesday Addams and being so thoughtful!
It was moments like this that Enid remembered how others had viewed Wednesday, how the Addams girl always seemed to drag negative rumours where ever she went, always so eerie and cold, even she was guilty of veiwing Wednesday like that once upon a time, but she was wrong, so Wrong.
Wednesday could care. She did.
But only about those who she choose to, and when you were one of her people which Enid was lucky enough to be, it was in these smaller moments, these acts, that showed how much Wednesday really did care and notice about those around her. So who could blame Enid for falling hard for the other! She always was more of an acts of service kind of gal! And a hopeless romantic!
And right now Wednesday really was fitting the bill.
She glared forward at nothing inarticulate before dropping her head back into the sheets...if this really was just Wednesday messing with her it really wasn't fair...
But ice the excitement if arrival died, The woman felt a chill run up her spine- shit right she's freezing!-
She glanced around and found a door to the guest bathroom, and so dragged her bathroom bag over and decided to hop into the shower before gojng back down stairs, the fire is nice but it does very little to get rid of a chill in the bones.
As heat bleed through her skin once more, she found herself deep in thought, biting at her nails, a nervous habbit she had yet to kick.. Wednesday wouldn't tease her about something like a crush. She never had. Then what was that down stairs? ... was she trying to be affectionate?.. If so Enid wouldn't complain she would try to encourage it if it meant Wednesday was trying to come out of her comfort zone.
She turned off the water and brought herself back to her room.
She glanced around the room once again. Still surprised by the lack of Addams family decor, each thing that was changeable, such as curtains and bedsheets seeming to be more of Enids style.
She pulled on some comfy clothes and fluffy socks. Sitting on the bed once more to really think and calm herself down.
She sulked in a deep breath air. Okay Sinclair. Relax. Its just Wednesday being a bit more touchy! You haven't seen each other in months, that could be it! She probualy just missed you! Yeah- okay! We got this!
She stood, and with determination, made her way back down the stairs into the warmth of the living room, the chill was still there so she made her way to the fireplace to hover before it. Eyes tracing everything, from the type writer that sat before a large window that showcased the large lake and dying trees, to the family portraits that hung high on the wall, one of a younger Wednesday painted in front of a guillotine. Morbid- creepy. But oddly...cute in a way that only Wednesday could be.
Before trailing to a family portrait show casing the whole family. Morticia and Gomez in the center. Enid had the pleasure of meeting the others parents in a hand full of occasions and while she wasn't one to make assumptions, it was clear the two were absolutely infatuated with each other. And for Enid who grew up in a home where everything was about who had more power, and the weak stayed silent.. it was a curious and hopeful thing to see such love. Facinating even. Her hands remained behind her back warming by the fire. Her thoughts robbing her from reality for a moment.
Only for her to be shocked back into it when her heart jumped in her chest when she realised Wednesday was here the entire time. Standing in the shadows,
"GOD-! WEDNESDAY- you gave me a heart attack-" Enid gasped hunching over slightly. The years as roomates had made then grow accustomed to each others habbits and ways, but there were still times the Addams managed to still surprise Enid, usually in the worst possiable ways.
"You put your things away faster than usual. So I'm gojng to assume by 'put away' you met find a corner to leave them open in" the raven haired woman stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the fire, an orange glow casting agaisnt her skin in a wicked and beautifully enchanting way, dark eyes alight with flames, before she stepped away back to the cooler side of the room, near the window where her type writer lay.
"I made coffee, didn't have time for your god awful, chocolate concoction, but everything is in the fridge ready for your use. "
She sat herself down by the type writer. Resuming what Enid assumes is what she was working on before she showed up.
So after warming herself a but more she tip toed up before Wednesday curiously to peer over her shoulder. The animosity of their first year together where Wednesday was defensive and protective over her writings now long gone, at least in the face of Enid, who's eyes skirted across the first few lines with ease. Having been expecting something new she was confused to find a familar line.
"What are you working on? Didn't you already write this before?"
"Yes. But what you read was the draft, the publisher wasn't too fond of it, so a rewrite is needed, they want to give her a love interest"
"But you hated adding a love interest" Enid shot back, leaning closer now over Wednesdays shoulder, such to the writers delight, who lingered in the same place, like a cat lounging in the sun.
The smell of the wolfs signature perfume still strong even after a shower. Having must of clung to her close, the dampness of skin still seen in the light and rather distracting, had she had less self control. Wednesday probualy would of stared longer than neccacery, but ripped her eyes away back to the page and continued to type.
"I did, I still do, but things like that can change" with the right influence was left unsaid. "I'm more agitated by their clear misunderstanding of what mystery is" she clipped. "They have asked me to change the whole mystery "
"What!?" The sheer volume of Enids voice gave Wednesday pause, mainly to adjust to the sudden ringing in her ear, glancing to the side just in time to see the others expression contort into one of clear frustration, stepping back so she would have more room for theatrics. Enid threw her hands around, in wold gesture.
"But you have already written 3 books leading up to this! This was to be your final one! And they want you to change it!?"
She began to pace.
"I knew this publishing company wasn't right for you Wednesday! Ever since they changed to what's her face- Laura something or other! They are been constantly asking you to change things about your book as if it didn't sell thousands of copies during the first print!" She cried, agitation starting to leak in with the snarl of her lip.
Enid had a fierce temper. And in Wednesdays eyes, what a marvelous temper it was.
"It's pratically blasphemous"
"I think you mean judgemental dear"
"Yes! That! Look you know I'm all for mixing with people Wednesday, but it's clear it's become a normie only publishing company, I think you should try and find a differant company! Or! Oh! Self publish!"
Enid suggested, delight striking down her prior agitated expression. With bright eyes and bouncing blonde hair, Wednesday was once again struck with the urge to stare.
"... you might have a point Enid. I have concidered that once or twice" Wednesday honestly admitted because she had. She thought about quite a bit. It would be easier to write what she wanted to then, to not have to worry about the editors editing out key details that they deemed too 'gruesome' or 'too alian' of a concept for normie audiences.
But it wasn't as simple as all that. It was true Wednesday has the money to self publish. Her series was known enough already, but there was one thing her family nkr the notoriety of her book couldn't get her, and that was. Connections. She needed connections to the normie market, and while this sucked for the time being. This was the last issue in her mystery series before moving onto other things.
"But, not yet. Maybe in a few years but I have things I want to accomish before that, it'd a big commitment Enid" she turned back to typing as the blonde remained standing behind her.
Hands on hips, and reeking of ambition and beleif in her friend.
"Oh yeah? Like what? Come on Wednesday" she groaned moving to lean herself agaisnt the desk, standing just enough away that she wasn't crowded Wednesdays space or leaning on papers.
"All you do is write! I doubt running your own self publishing gig is gojng to stop your séances or weekly trips to the ritual section of Ghouls and Wicked" her eyes rolled, looking to Wednesday as though trying to urge her.
But the other remained strong in her statement.
"I have plenty of things to do Enid before doing that, such as taking you on a date"
The clicking clack of her type writer acted as a distracting background noise.
So it took a moment for the wolf to process what had just been said. But when it finally did, Enid had to do a double take. Had she truely heard that!? Wednesday was still typing away calmly like nothing had been said at all!
Enids cheeks and ears felt like they were burning As her nails turned into claws from the meer surprise.
"E-EXCUSE ME!?'