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Enid knew that when it came to Wednesday Addams you had to expect everything and nothing at all paradoxically. You can expect murder, unsolved cases, sass, sarcasm and lots of black, but you can’t expect affection, colour, and certainly not romance. Expect any of these and you’ll get your heart broken, that was the mentality Enid underwent when making the conscious decision to follow Wednesday until the ends of the Earth (being best friends). She knew what she was getting into the minute Wednesday walked through Ophelia Hall that fateful day almost a year ago. She made it very clear that friends and romance were not on her bucket list and yet… Enid couldn’t help it.
Wednesday had this way of showing affection that was just so her. It wasn’t conventional by any means, but it was so Wednesday that it made Enid’s insides melt every time. Therefore, when Wednesday showed any type of affection, no matter how small, Enid treasured it dearly. Take that creepy doll for instance, Enid had never liked porcelain dolls, especially ones with real hair and she could swear this one’s head turns whilst she sleeps, but it was a gift from Wednesday. The same Wednesday who once complained about how many stuffed animals she had, the same Wednesday that hates anything with colour. She had picked this out specially for Enid, and the latter didn’t have the heart to get rid of it, no matter how horrific it was.
That being said, Enid definitely wasn’t expecting anything from Wednesday as Valentines approaches. She had, of course, gotten Wednesday a few small things tailored specifically to her gothic aesthetic, but she wasn’t getting her hopes up for anything in return. She wasn’t disappointed. Not at all.
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Anyone could guess that Enid’s favourite holiday is Valentines Day, not even because it’s lovey-dovey, but because she takes any opportunity to sappy. Gift giving and physical touch were definitely her love languages and everyone around Nevermore knew it. When the holiday came around, every student knew Enid would be there singing its praises.
They also knew that Wednesday would rather gouge her eyes out than celebrate the bright holiday. At first, people were surprised Enid even bothered getting Wednesday anything for Valentines, knowing with upmost certainty that the little psychopath would burn it before it even saw her dorm. But Enid, sweet Enid, was determined to make Wednesday’s Valetines less miserable (in her eyes).
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“What do you even see in little Miss Storm Cloud?” Bianca asks Enid one afternoon in early February. It was one of those rare sunny days, so everyone was taking advantage of the light by sitting in the Quad. Enid sat on one of the picnic tables, her feet resting on the bench part as she gazed longingly towards her dorm’s balcony. The window was closed with no sign of Wednesday or Thing much to Enid’s disappointment, she hadn’t seen them all day and secretly she was missing her goth roommate a lot.
“You remember what happened last time you asked that question?” Ajax asks, pointing a fry at Biance with a small smirk. When was he ever without food.
“Yeah, I got a long enough rant to make author’s cry,” Biance teases, crossing her arms over her chest. “And then got redirected to Pinkie Pie’s little blog for more little rants.”
“Hey!” Enid cries, a small pout forming on her lips. “My blog isn’t purely rants, much less about Wednesday, but having her as a roommate makes information easier to obtain.” She looks away, trying to hide the faint blush on her cheeks. “And Pinkie Pie, really?”
Biance just shrugs again. “Same image, different fonts.” She takes a swig of her tea courtesy of the coffee van across the Quad. “I’m sure Wednesday would agree.”
“Actually, Enid is more closely aligned to that of an energetic, untrained puppy rather than a strangely magical horse that bakes cakes.” Wednesday says, appearing out of nowhere beside Enid, who jolts in surprise. “I’ve found that unlike fish, a dog bite can seriously maim and kill.”
“Wednesday!” Enid cheers, straightening up and tilting her head towards the goth girl. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all day.”
Something in Wednesday’s gaze softened as it landed on Enid, but it was gone before anyone could notice. “I had some business to attend to, it was urgent.”
Thing crawls up Wednesday’s shoulder and signs for a moment.
“You went to Crackstone’s Crypt again?” Enid sounded concerned, leaning closer to Wednesday. “Is there another monster? Another weird supernatural pilgrim killer?”
Wednesday’s lips twitch, as if holding back a smile. “Unfortunately, not, though I wouldn’t be opposed. No, I needed a moment to destress.”
“And what better way to do that than in a creepy, dusty, dark crypt where a dead man once tried to kill you.” Bianca scoffs.
“Very Wednesday.” Ajax chuckles.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wednesday asks, as monotone as ever.
“Nothing, ignore him,” Enid jumps in, resting her hand on Wednesday’s arm to redirect her attention. “So, what’s up?”
Wednesday glances down at the hand on her arm then back up at Enid. “My mother has invited you to dinner again tonight. Six o’clock sharp, don’t be late.”
“Really?” Enid perks up, ever since the body swap incident Enid had grown fond of Morticia and Gomez, finding their love adorable and their stories highly interesting. “Of course I’ll be there! Lurch makes the best steak I’ve ever had.” She beams. Morticia had noticed her hesitance around Wednesday’s favourite roadkill pot pie and made an effort to fix a menu around Enid’s dietary requirements.
Enid, of course, was more than grateful for the hospitality. She felt closer to Morticia than her own mother, as much as it pained her to admit. Morticia cared more about Enid as a person than whether she wolfed out or not, sure that didn’t quench her curiosity, but her questions were non-invasive, so Enid answered happily each time.
Wednesday gives a brief nod in response. “Mother found some new recipes she’d like to try out. If you’re willing, of course.”
Enid nods rapidly, beaming smile never leaving her lips. “I’m sure whatever it is will taste amazing! Do I need to bring anything? A gift or… wine?”
Wednesday sighs softly through her nose, of course Enid felt obligated to bring something, she was too caring for her own good. “No, only your mere presence will satisfy their nagging. Even Pugsley misses your bubbly personality.”
“Aw,” Enid coos, holding a hand to her chest. “I miss Pugsley too, I feel like I haven’t seen much of him this year.”
“Tragic,” Wednesday replies, face as blank as a fresh canvas. “I’d argue you were lucky.”
Enid snorts but abruptly stops, grabbing Wednesday by both arms and pulling her closer with a frantic look. “Wednesday! I have nothing to wear!”
Wednesday’s eyes widen slightly; she was used to Enid’s sudden touches and panics. “Your closet is so full I could hide my convicted serial killer uncle in there and you’d have no idea.” She replies.
“Super helpful,” Enid sighs, reluctantly letting go of the goth’s arms, her own falling flat on her lap. “I doesn’t have anything nice to wear, your parents wear suits and dresses for crying out loud! How am I supposed to—”
“To?” Wednesday urges, her gaze never leaving Enid’s increasingly reddening face.
“Never mind. I just don’t have any nice dresses to wear, they’re all very casual.” Enid explains, twisting her fingers around each other.
“You’re acting like I invited you to a gala,” Wednesday says, annoyingly calm about this entire thing. “It’s just my parents; you’ve met them many times before.”
“But this is dinner, Wednesday! And both times I felt very out of place, no offense to your parents, I just—want them to like me.” Enid whines.
“They already do,” Wednesday replies, the reassurance in her tone surprised Enid. “Just act like your annoyingly hyper, charming self and they’ll fold.”
“You think I’m charming?” Enid asks.
Wednesday chooses not to respond.
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By six o’clock, Wednesday was already dressed and waiting for Enid so they could leave together. She had chosen to dress up a little after considering Enid’s panic back in the quad, thus she wore a white blouse with bishop sleeves paired with a black waistcoat that had small vertical white stripes. Her dress pants matched the waistcoat, and she had obviously worn her Doc Martens with the platform soles. Enid was tall enough without her Mary Janes.
Speaking of…
Wednesday glances up as Enid emerges from the bathroom. The shortness of breath and light dizziness that occurred when she lay eyes on the werewolf girl was pleasantly similar to a heart attack. Wednesday dismissed the thought.
“How do I look?” Enid asks nervously, pinching the pastel pink fabric between her fingers.
The dress was unfairly gorgeous by normal people standards. It was a long pastel pink dress that stopped around mid-shin, shrouded in a lace with flower patterns and stars. It was tighter around the bodice and seemed to poof out around Enid’s hips, with puff sleeves and a sweetheart neckline that accentuated Enid’s chest and collarbones. There was a thin, lace collar that connected the bodice of the dress to the sleeves. And as Wednesday had predicted, she wore nude tights with pink Mary Janes, making her taller than her still.
“Disgustingly cute.” Wednesday replies, crossing her arms over her chest. “Just looking at you makes my skin crawl, and not with hives.”
Enid beams at the compliment. She skips closer and turns around. “Can you zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper.”
Wednesday’s eye flick from the Enid’s multicoloured hair down to the white zip sitting flush against her spine. She carefully reaches out, sighing as if this were the most physically taxing thing Enid could have suggested, and pulled the zipper up. She paused momentarily at the base of Enid’s neck; she felt the overwhelming urge to lean in and sink her teeth into Enid’s supple skin.
A little closer…
No. Wednesday leans back, pulling the zipper up all the way before stepping back. “I can feel my skin itch already. Come on, we need to leave.” She side steps Enid and grabs her bag on the way out of their dorm.
“Wait up!” Enid calls after her, hot on her heels with a small crossbody bag in hand.
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Dinner with the Addams was always going to be exciting. Gomez and Morticia welcomed her with tight hugs as if she were their own, guiding her to the round table in the centre of the dining room where silverware and a vase of wilted flowers were already set out.
Lurch had already prepared a fifth seat beside Wednesday’s usual spot for Enid, giving her a steak knife instead of a normal one like the others. Enid had never felt so seen at a family dinner before.
“Enid, dear, I had Lurch cook you a Mediterranean Style Chicken Piccata. I had Wednesday tell me the foods you enjoy, I hope you like it.” Morticia smiles as the family take their seats. She picks up her napkin and rests it on her lap, Enid copies her motion, smoothing out the creases with a nervous smile.
She had no idea Wednesday even knew her favourite foods, much less enough to supply her mother with. Regardless, Enid was certain she would enjoy whatever Morticia had decided on, especially over roadkill pot pie.
Her gaze flicked to Wednesday, who was sitting rigidly beside her, eyes locked on the plate in front of her. Enid chose to believe it was because her parents and Pugsley were here, and not because Enid herself was intruding by any means.
“So, Cucciolotta, how’s school? Wednesday doesn’t like elaborating when we ask her about you.” Gomez chimes in, giving Enid a warm smile that allowed her to relax somewhat. She had no idea what the name meant but knowing Gomez, and knowing the Addams, it was likely something affectionate.
Wednesday, to her credit, leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Cucciolotta means “little puppy” in Italian. It’s gut-wrenchingly affectionate, a pet name for a child.”
Enid giggles quietly, it was quite on the nose, but she liked the pet name, she liked how they included her so easily without making a big fuss. She glances over at Gomez with her signature beaming smile. “School’s great, I’m in the middle of making a new dance routine for the Valentines ball coming up. In fact, I would love any suggestions you may have, you and Mrs Addams are like… the poster couple for Valentines.”
“Don’t make me gag.” Wednesday mutters, rolling her eyes at the comment.
“Oh, Enid, that’s so sweet,” Morticia coos, hand resting on her chest. “We’d love to help you, and I’m sure Wednesday can teach you a few dances – Tango, Salsa, Waltz.”
“Yes, like the Salsa Caleña, or the Capoeira.” Wednesday replies, picking up her glass of water.
“Now, Wednesday, those are hardly Valentines dances,” Morticia chides, swirling her wine with a look of amusement. “Though, I’m sure Enid would love a demonstration.”
Wednesday chokes on her water, clutching her chest as she coughs violently, glancing up she glares at her mother coldly. Of course, her mother managed to read every one of her emotions, the slightest deviation was obvious – sticking out like a sore thumb against her usual misery. It was infuriating how she couldn’t keep this one thing to herself without her family giving their two cents.
Enid manages to clear her throat and smiles at Morticia. “Sorry, I didn’t realise Wednesday could dance. She never mentioned it.”
“Oh yes, Wednesday was never too fond of dance lessons. She took strongly to more… deadly hobbies.” Gomez chuckles.
“Fencing, archery, embalming. That’s just to name a few.” Wednesday replies, leaning back in her seat as Lurch approaches with the meal cart.
He lifts the lid off the main dish and begins serving it onto their plates one by one. When it gets to Enid, he uncovers another dish and serves her a portion of the Mediterranean Style Chicken Piccata. It looked and smelt delicious, the aroma practically wafting into Enid’s nose. She had to stop herself from drooling on the table.
With a soft “thank you” Enid takes her plate and sets it down, waiting for the Addams to begin eating before she too picks up her fork. The chicken was better than she could have ever dreamed of - it was succulent with a bit of zest for the perfect combination of flavours. Enid had never tasted chicken this good, her mother was dead set on steak and beef, so chicken was a rarity in her home but this? This was heavenly.
“What do you think, Enid?” Morticia asks, a hint of curiosity in her silky tone. “Is it to your liking?”
The girl in question could only nod delightedly. “This is amazing, Mrs Addams, my compliments to Lurch.”
Morticia was practically radiating from the praise, delighted that her meal choice was up to Enid’s standards.
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Dinner continued without a hitch. Morticia and Gomez ruminated on their days at Nevermore and stories of Wednesday and Pugsley. Wednesday stayed mostly silent the whole time, chiming in only when her opinion was necessary or when she felt the need to clarify how a story actually ended. Pugsley and Enid were just along for the ride, enjoying the banter and pitching in where they could. Enid had felt more at home joking with Gomez than she had with her own parents, their dinners mostly consisted of awkward silence and then a rat race to leave the table once they were done eating. She loved her parents, truly, but it just felt like her father was the only one to see her as a whole and not just for her wolf.
Lurch drove them back to Nevermore in silence, not that Enid minded, she was used to Wednesday’s quiet time and after the chaos of her family, she probably wanted it more than ever.
They arrived back at Nevermore just after the ten pm lights out curfew. To Enid, Nevermore had never seemed creepier than in full darkness, to Wednesday it was a haven. They crept up the staircase to Ophelia Hall as quiet as possible, Enid kicked a wall by accident turning a corner and nearly broke their cover, but they made it without waking anyone up. Enid claimed the bathroom first, shedding her dress and shoes with a sigh of relief, she loved her outfit, but it was starting to dig into her waist and stomach. She grabbed the hanger she left on the door and hung the dress back up, grateful for the napkin she left on her lap to keep the dress clean of mess.
She changed into a faded pink sweater and pastel purple pyjama shorts before carrying the dress and shoes back out into the dorm to put away in her wardrobe. By the time she returned, Wednesday was already in a black, oversized t-shirt and grey checkered pants. The goth girl was undoing her braids, letting the waves free. One day, Enid would try to curl Wednesday’s hair, just to see if it would hold, not because she thought it would look beautiful on her…or anything.
“Got any Valentines plans?” Enid asks as they both finish their routines. She was brushing her hair in her vanity mirror whilst Wednesday took her mushroom pill like she did every night.
“Of course not. I’d rather fight Joseph Crackstone and die again than engage in such a trivial, mind-rotting holiday funded by capitalist greed.” Wednesday replies, pulling her bedsheets back and climbing into bed.
“Ah…” Enid replies awkwardly, she should have expected that response honestly, it’s not like Wednesday was a lovey-dovey person like Enid. Slightly disappointed, Enid climbs into bed and turns out her side lamp. “Well… goodnight.”
“Night.” Wednesday mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. It shouldn’t be cute, it really shouldn’t, not when she looked like a corpse.
With that, Enid tried to fall asleep.
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Valentines Day came faster than Wednesday cared for, she couldn’t walk five steps without seeing a couple making out or being very affectionate in the halls. She’d roll her eyes and keep walking, but the repeating theme was starting to grate on her nerves.
Was she the only one who saw the futility of this stupid holiday?
With a sigh, she returns to the dorm after her class, finding Enid pacing nervously on her side of the room. She was dressed in a white turtleneck, pink denim dress, pink tights, a red jacket and her red Mary Janes. She looked like the pinnacle of Valentines Day and it only added to Wednesday’s annoyance.
“What crawled into your skin?” Wednesday asks, dropping her bag onto her bed. Thing crawls out, making his way to his trunk house. She drops into her desk chair and pulls her typewriter closer, hoping to gain a few hours of writing in the meantime.
“Wednesday!” Enid squeaks, whipping her head around to the macabre girl. “You’re back early, I thought you’d be at the library or exploring a graveyard.” She replies awkwardly, twisting her fingers to distract herself.
“The library is overrun with fanging vampires, and the graveyard is being used as a frat party location. Not quite the idea of fun I had in mind.” She huffs.
“Right… then I assume you don’t have a date for the ball tonight?” Enid asks, shuffling over to where Wednesday was sitting.
“No, you know school balls are not my forte. After the torment of the RaveN, I think I’ll pass.” She retorts, fingers pressing the keys on her typewriter rhythmically.
Enid toes at the floorboard nervously. “That’s- I mean, you don’t need a date this time, you can go alone… or with a friend.” She tries to hint subtly.
Wednesday snaps her head to Enid. “You want to subject me to the humiliation ritual of adolescent relationship in public? Absolutely not.”
Her words struck a chord in Enid, her chest growing heavy with the rejection. She should have expected that Wednesday wouldn’t go with her to the ball, it should have been obvious but something in Enid screamed for a bit of hope. “Right…” she backs away slowly and returns to her side of the room. The burning sensation behind her eyes lingered like a nightmare, she grabs the pink dress she had bought a few days ago in Jericho. It was a floaty pastel pink with a mesh fabric over it that had a cute strawberry pattern throughout. It was the last one in the store, and it was in her size which Enid counted as fate. She paired it with white fluffy socks and her pastel pink Mary Janes – as always. She brushed through her hair, pinning two front pieces back with matching strawberry pins she had in her jewellery box. As much as she wanted to cry and hide away, she wasn’t wasting a pretty dress on rejection and dust.
She left without saying goodbye to Wednesday, picking her clutch up from her desk as she passed.
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Thing climbed onto Wednesday’s desk after Enid had left, tapping furiously on the wooden surface. Wednesday barely glances at him as she continues typing.
“Of course I’m not going to that ridiculous ball. It’s an excuse for couples to frolic in public without being reprimanded for it.” She scoffs.
Thing signs furiously once again, clearly frustrated with her avoidance and refusal.
“Enid will be fine on her own. She lives for this kind of event, plenty of petty drama for her mind-numbing blog,” Wednesday replies. “I’m sure people will leave their insipid little pictures in response.”
Thing smacks the table aggressively, gesturing to Enid’s side of the room and then at Wednesday.
“I’m not going. I don’t have anything to wear for a start, and I don’t have a date. Two strikes.”
The dismembered yet sentient hand climbs off her desk and scuttled across the floor to her wardrobe. He returns pulling a large black box that has W.F.A engraved in silver lettering on top. Wednesday recognised the box immediately, it had been a gift from her mother after she heard about the Valentines ball. She hadn’t bothered looking inside so the ribbons were still attached.
She sighs, resigning to her fate at Thing’s hand, and crouches down in front of the box. She unties the black ribbon and lifts the lid, revealing a beautiful black dress. It was long and silky with layered ruffles and cape style lace sleeves. It was paired with a black over bust corset – trust her mother to add one of those – and black choker. It seemed Wednesday was providing her own shoes, luckily, she had a pair of black heels that matched this dress perfectly.
“This is your fault,” she aims at Thing, watching him tap happily at her acceptance.
She gathers the garments and moves to the bathroom to change. Whilst in there, she braids her hair and ties it back into a low bun, leaving two strands and her fringe out. She reapplies her eyeliner around her eyes, rubbing it slightly for a smoky look. Stepping into her heels, she returns to Thing, who has a gift bag waiting beside him. It was a pastel pink with red hearts all over it, inside was the disgusting sappy gifts a normie couple would exchange – red roses, chocolates, a card, the perfume Enid loves but was running out of, and a locket necklace. She glances blankly at Thing, who shrugs, and sighs, picking it up by the silver rope handles.
“You owe me big time.” She tells him, voice colder than ice, before leaving the dorm for the stupid Valentines Ball.
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Arriving at the ceremony hall where the ball was being held, Wednesday wanted to throw up and scratch every inch of her skin simultaneously. It was covered head to toe in bright pinks and reds with heart shaped balloons, chocolate fountains, heart confetti and a photobooth.
I’m doing this for Enid, I’m doing this for Enid, I’m doing this for Enid.
She sucks in a breath before walking through the parting crowd, trying to spot Enid. She was aware she stuck out like a sore thumb wearing black, but she refused the risk of breaking out into hives by wearing anything else. Her piercing glare cast over the hall, eventually spotting Enid sitting alone at one of the tables, phone in hand as she types, probably updating her blog.
Wednesday approaches her, standing to her left with the bag held out in front of her. “Even in this eye-straining colour, you still look more appealing than these morons.” She says, gaining Enid’s attention.
The werewolf girl whips her head around, eyes wide as she locks on Wednesday then the gift bag. She shakily reaches out and takes the bag, peeking inside like there was a bomb in it. Seeing the gifts, she feels her face flush and smiles giddily. “You got this for me?”
“Thing helped,” she admits, flopping into the chair beside Enid. “Considering those colours make me want to rip my flesh off.”
Enid giggles and sets the bag aside with her phone. “I really appreciate it, but what changed your mind? You seemed dead set on not coming.”
Wednesday grips her knees through the fabric of her dress, suddenly edged with nerves. “… Thing made a few compelling arguments. Ultimately, I can see that this event is important to you, and that you wanted me to attend – for whatever reason I can’t comprehend – so I dug this out of my closet.”
“Well,” Enid smiles fondly. “It looks beautiful, not very Valentines though.”
“I’d sooner carve my own eyes out before touching coloured clothing.”
Enid giggles again, a sound that Wednesday had grown to like over the course of their friendship. The werewolf girl jumps up, taking Wednesday’s hand and dragging her to the dance floor as a slower song begins playing from the DJ’s speakers.
“C’mon! Your mom said you can waltz, so don’t try to escape.” Enid beams.
“Of course you’d remember that,” Wednesday grumbles, taking the black napkin from Enid so she could hold her waist without breaking out. Her other hand takes Enid’s. “If we’re doing this, I lead.”
“Okay.” Enid replies, more than happy to follow Wednesday. She falls into step surprisingly quick, following Wednesday’s moves with ease and grace.
Their eyes never left each other as they waltzed around the floor, other couples stopped to stare at them in awe, their display taking their breaths away. Wednesday spins Enid out, the latter’s dress spinning beautifully around her like in those cliché romcoms she loves so much. Pulling her back, Enid breathes a surprised chuckle.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she admits. “You’re good.”
“Of course, I’m good at everything I do.”
“Except socialising.”
“…Shut up.”
They continue their dance, the air lighter and filled with something electric. The song was coming to and end but Wednesday had one last trick up her sleeve.
Right at the crescendo, Wednesday dips Enid down almost smirking at the way she squeaks and clings to her tighter. Their eyes locked again and Wednesday felt drawn to Enid now more than ever, was this how her parents felt? It was obnoxious and yet… she craved it.
Pulling Enid back up to stand, the werewolf girl dragged Wednesday over to the photobooth much to the latter’s chagrin. They were sat shoulder to shoulder in this tiny portable box facing a screen that kept counting down every so often before blinding them. Enid kept making faces for the first few whilst Wednesday remained straight-faced and slightly horrified. On the final picture, Enid gently grabbed Wednesday’s chin and pressed their lips together right as the flash went off.
Wednesday was stunned, even as they stood waiting for their pictures to print. “What was that?” she asks suddenly.
“A kiss,” Enid replies casually, taking their printed pictures from the slot and beaming at them.
“Disgusting. Do that again and I’ll skin you alive.” Wednesday replies, crossing her arms over her chest. “I suppose I could make an exception… for you.”
Enid snickers, handing Wednesday one of the photo strips. “Got it.”
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“Wednesday,” Enid pipes up once they returned to their dorm after the ball. Both had changed into pyjamas and were getting ready for bed, but Enid remembered the gifts in her closet waiting to be given.
“Yes, luna mia?” Wednesday replies, putting her dress on a spare hanger to keep it crease-free.
“I have something for you,” she says, grabbing the black gift bag and bouquet of black dahlias. When Wednesday turns to face her, she holds them out with a shy smile.
Wednesday’s shoulders relax at the sight of the gifts. She takes the bouquet first, admiring them with the tiniest smile, of course Enid memorised her favourite flower, she shouldn’t have expected anything less.
She takes the gift bag and peeks inside, noting the two boxes of supposedly chocolate. Enid must have remembered dark chocolate was her favourite as well – notably for its bitter taste, the higher the percentage of cocoa powder, the better. But there was an extra box, smaller than the others and a black velvet. She picks it out, leaving the flowers on her desk in favour of opening it. Inside was a black signet ring with W.A engraved into it, on the inside of the band, Wednesday spotted familiar latin phrases etched into the metal.
“Te amo, usque ad fine”
Wednesday’s lips pull into a fond half smile. “I love you, until the very end? How sappy of you, luna mia.”
Enid’s cheek flush, wringing her hands with nerves. “I, erm… I had your parents’ help. With the translating that is, I picked the ring and metal.”
Wednesday walks over, slipping the signet ring onto her index finger where it fit snugly. She stops in front of Enid and gently cups her cheeks, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “It’s perfect, disgustingly sappy, but perfect.”
“Thank god.” Enid sighs with relief, hands finding Wednesday’s waist. “Happy Valentines Day, Wednesday.”
“You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?” she asks, pretending to be annoyed. “Fine, Happy Valentines Day, Enid.”
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