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“You’re sloppy today, Addams.” Bianca smirks as she watches red blood spill from pale skin where she sliced the seer’s hand.
“The score is tied,” Wednesday responds with a hint of aggravation.
“True, but we both know I got that last point far too easily.”
“Perhaps we should start to allow dismemberment then.”
“You mean it wasn’t already allowed?” Bianca asks cheekily.
Yoko snorts from her place on the bleachers where she lounges in the university practice room. “You know, I thought I’d see things change during my immortality. But 5 years later and my friends are still trying to duel each other to death.”
Wednesday scowls. “We aren’t friends.”
“Fine, friend-in-law,” Yoko drawls. “Since you and Enid finally got your shit together last month and declared your undying love for each other.”
The tips of Wednesday’s ears redden. “That doesn’t have anything to do with you.”
“Keep telling yourself that. But face it, you’re stuck with me now, Addams.”
“Then how about you step on the mat, Tanaka?”
Yoko grins at how riled up the seer is getting. “Oh no, Enid likes her vampire friends intact, thank you very much.”
“I don’t see her here though, do you?” Wednesday challenges darkly.
“Aw, do you miss her?” Yoko brushes off the threat, but still flinches slightly under the seer’s menacing gaze. Even after 5 years, she hadn’t grown fully immune to it.
Bianca senses the vampire’s hesitancy. “Don’t worry, Yoko. Addams’ fencing skills have significantly diminished in the last month anyway. Almost as if she’s been distracted by something recently.”
Wednesday’s grip on her sword tightens imperceptibly. “The gash on your shoulder says otherwise, Barclay.”
“Please, a paper cut would be worse,” Bianca deflects.
“How about this, Addams,” Yoko cuts in. “We both fight you.”
The seer’s eyes narrow suspiciously, anticipating the vampire has a larger scheme in mind. “To what end?”
Yoko shrugs innocently. “If you win the next point, you get to ask Bianca and I to do something that we have to follow through on. But if we win, we get to ask the same of you.”
“So if I asked you to drive off a bridge…”
Yoko rolls her eyes. “No, like a favor, or something funny. Within reason. Not driving off a freaking bridge.”
“Perhaps we should stipulate that in the terms and conditions,” Bianca mutters.
“Scared, Barclay?”
The siren raises an eyebrow and holds up her sword. “Are you, Addams?”
“Having Tanaka on your team will only make this easier for me.”
“You do know I took four decades’ worth of fencing classes at Nevermore,” Yoko says in offense.
“And yet you are still horrendous at best,” Wednesday shoots back.
Bianca rolls her eyes. “Are you in or not, Addams?”
Wednesday weighs the risks and rewards. She supposes it wouldn’t hurt to have Bianca and Yoko owe her a favor. And she’s not overly concerned about them requesting anything her terrifying reputation couldn’t handle should she lose. Not that she’s planning on that.
“Don’t worry,” Yoko smirks. “I won’t ask you to break up with Enid or anything.”
Wednesday scowls. She hadn’t even considered that possibility. Not that she’d follow through on such an egregious request anyway.
“We have a deal,” Wednesday accepts, holding up her own sword.
Yoko grins. “En garde.”
The clash of the metal rings out in the gym.
Yoko goes down first, of course. Lasting a solid 10 seconds before Wednesday slices a shallow cut into her forearm.
Honestly, it may be her record against the seer.
With the vampire out of the picture, Bianca and Wednesday narrow their focus on one another. Despite having fought four brutal rounds already, the two fencers go all out for this final one. Not caring if the other loses a limb in the process.
At minute six, Wednesday finally gains the upper hand, and they both know it. In seconds now, the siren’s neck would be bleeding with a fresh wound. Just a few more moves.
Wednesday spins away from Bianca’s strike and whirls to land her final blow. But at the last moment, a figure in the corner catches her eye. A figure she hadn’t heard walk in due to her concentration on the match. A figure with dyed blonde hair and crossed arms.
The distraction is milliseconds at best. But it’s enough.
The edge of Bianca’s sword scrapes at Wednesday’s bicep.
Blood spills.
The figure in the corner raises an eyebrow.
“Point.” Bianca snickers. “What happened, Addams? You had me dead to rights.”
Wednesday glowers as she wipes the blood from the flesh wound on her arm. “Lucky strike.”
“Ha. Sure.”
“Are you okay, Wends?” Enid asks almost shyly as she approaches her girlfriend.
“I’m fine,” the seer snaps in a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.
Yoko snorts. “Are you?”
Wednesday lifts her sword to advance on the vampire, but a hand catches her arm and pulls her back gently.
“Hey,” Enid says softly, stepping closer to examine the wound on the raven’s bicep.
“I’m fine, Enid,” Wednesday mumbles again, this time with far less bite to it as she relents under the wolf’s keen gaze.
“You do know I’m injured too,” Yoko calls out in mock offense.
Enid rolls her eyes and hardly looks at the vampire. “You can’t even bleed, Yoko.”
“Maybe not physically, but emotionally, that cut deep.”
“And they say I’m dramatic,” Bianca nudges the vampire.
“Hey, I helped you win the bet, didn’t I?” Yoko exclaims.
“I did all the work!”
Enid shakes her head at the background noise and continues to fuss over Wednesday’s injury. “I’ll bandage it up later.”
“That is not necessary,” the seer insists.
“I know, but I want to.”
“How cute,” Yoko interjects again.
Enid doesn’t even try to stop Wednesday from hurling her sword at the vampire. It misses by inches anyway, which was miles for the Addams.
Yoko tuts and taps the sword embedded in the chair next to her. “Sore loser.”
“Tanaka-”
“Come on, Wends.” Enid tugs on the seer before she can actually decapitate her friend.
“We’ll talk about that favor later, Addams!” Bianca calls out as Wednesday is pulled away.
“What favor?” Enid asks in confusion.
“Nothing,” Wednesday says hastily.
The wolf knows it's a lie. But she can tell the raven is too embarrassed to talk about it right now, so she doesn’t push. Even though they’ve barely been dating a month, she’d long ago mastered the language of Wednesday Addams.
Their journey back to their college dorm is a normal one. Enid rambling. Wednesday frowning. Shoulders brushing.
“Sit down,” Enid insists when they walk into the room. She grabs the first aid kit and brings it over. “Show me the cuts.”
Wednesday huffs, but has learned it isn’t worth the time or energy to fight the request. She tugs back both of her sleeves.
“Jesus. I haven’t seen you this scraped up from a match in a while.”
Wednesday scowls petulantly.
“I don’t mean that as an insult!” Enid hurries on. “I just mean…are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Enid resists the urge to sigh at the predictable answer as she disinfects the wounds. “Okay…”
Bandages are carefully placed in silence.
Wednesday takes a reluctant inhale. “I may have been…distracted.”
The wolf looks somewhere between teasing and incredulous. “Wednesday Addams? Distracted? I never thought I’d live to see the day.”
“Bold words from the object of my distraction,” Wednesday mutters under her breath. Then immediately reddens when she realizes the statement was incredibly audible to the wolf’s sharp ears.
Enid pulls back abruptly and stares into deep brown eyes. “I distracted you?”
Wednesday doesn’t say anything. But her eyes flitting away is just as loud a confirmation.
“I didn’t even do anything,” Enid says with a tilt of her head.
Wednesday shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny, feeling an unfamiliar sense of embarrassment. “I’m aware.”
“Hey…” Enid catches the raven’s arm before she can try to make an escape. She racks her brain for the right words. Even though they had finally confessed their romantic feelings for each other, they hadn’t been dating very long. So Enid is still apprehensive about pushing too far, too fast. She slowly reaches out and places her hand on Wednesday’s cheek. “You distract me too, you know.”
Wednesday raises a surprised eyebrow, cheek tingling under the warmth of the wolf’s hand. “Is that so?”
Enid nods. “Yeah. Like a crazy amount. You wouldn’t believe it.”
Try me, Wednesday almost blurts out, but stops herself at the last second. “Then I suppose our arrangement is…mutually beneficial.”
Enid snorts. “I’m glad we’re dating too, Wends.”
The raven shifts forward ever so slightly, glancing at the wolf’s lips. Enid smiles and takes the initiative to close the distance. Bringing them together in a kiss that’s deep, but still soft. Still new.
After what seems like a far too short amount of time to Wednesday, Enid is pulling away, having to go attend a lecture. Wednesday almost asks her to skip it. But she’s not that desperate.
At least that’s what she’s been telling herself for the last five years.
When the wolf exits, Wednesday sits at her typewriter, trying to refocus her mind. As it so often does, her time with Enid has made her forget the tribulations of the day.
Forget her annoyance with Yoko.
Forget her embarrassment of losing to Bianca.
And most of all…forget the bet.
-------------------------------------------
“I still can’t believe this is happening.” Enid buzzes with excitement as she takes her seat on the plane.
“So you’ve said over 900 times in the last 24 months,” Wednesday grumbles, still bitter that TSA confiscated one of her knives.
“Because it’s insane!” Enid exclaims. “Not everyone can say their roommate/best friend/girlfriend is a published author, never mind one that got a movie made from their novel right after!”
“Only because you and Thing all but forced me to take the offer.”
“Oh come on, Tim Burton animated movies are legendary. You couldn’t have passed up that opportunity!”
Wednesday side-eyes the wolf. “You just wanted to see how they’d portray Evelyn.”
“I mean, I do love characters that are feeble in both body and mind and in need of pity and protection,” Enid teases heavily.
Wednesday huffs at the familiar dig. “You know I cut that line.”
“Oh I know. I just like the cute pout on your face when I bring it up.” Enid points teasingly at the seer’s scrunched up eyebrows.
“I should’ve attended this premiere alone,” Wednesday grumbles.
“Please, you asked me to go with you the day you found out you’d have to attend. And we weren’t even dating then!”
“An action I am now realizing was ill-advised.”
“So would you have rather taken Yoko or Bianca?” Enid challenges.
“I’d just as soon jump out of this aircraft.”
“Hmm, then why were you whispering with them in the corner the other day?”
The seer freezes. Searching her mind for an answer that would pass the wolf’s keen lie-detecting instincts. “We were discussing fencing tactics.”
Not a complete lie.
“With Yoko there?” The blonde asks incredulously.
“She unwantedly interjected herself.”
Also not a lie.
Enid rolls her eyes. Normally she wouldn’t be thrilled at the seer sharing information with others and not her. But something tells her this wasn’t that big a deal. “Fine. Keep your secrets, Wednesday Addams.”
The seer looks over with an unreadable expression that almost has Enid questioning if she should’ve pushed further. But then Wednesday nudges her pinky out ever so slightly to brush against her own, and all of the wolf’s suspicion goes out the window.
Their hotel in Utah is far too extravagant for the single night they’re spending there. Enid still hasn’t quite figured out how to make Wednesday understand that they don’t always need the most expensive option for everything. The one time she had tried, Wednesday just shrugged and said 'You deserve the best, Enid', leaving the wolf swooning.
After they’ve settled into the room, Wednesday checks her watch with a frown. “Are you sure you won’t accompany me?”
“Wends, we’ve talked about this. Only you were invited for the Sundance red carpet. Besides, you’re the star! I can’t go with you.”
“You can if I forced them to allow it,” Wednesday says in dead seriousness, already thinking of ways to use the knives TSA hadn’t confiscated.
Enid shakes her head with a smile. “I’ll still be there cheering in the crowd though. Don’t worry, babycakes.”
“You better not call me that abhorrent nickname while we’re there.”
“No promises…babycakes.”
The phone rings before Wednesday can retort.
Enid picks it up.
“A car is here for Miss Addams,” the hotel attendant remarks.
Wednesday sighs and grabs her bag, trying not to feel overwhelmed by it all. The production studio wanted her to get ready at a separate venue and arrive at the film festival with the rest of the cast and crew. Much to her contempt.
Honestly, the entire social engagement was Wednesday’s absolute worst nightmare. But Enid had been so excited when she had mentioned the opportunity. And even after five years, she still hadn’t figured out how to say no to the wolf.
Enid goes over to cup Wednesday’s cheeks and kiss her softly. “I’ll see you there.”
Wednesday nods imperceptibly. Already feeling less on edge with the reassurance.
After the seer departs, Enid dives into preparing herself for the evening. She puts on the silver dress she had bought for the occasion, and spends a copious amount of time to ensure her hair and makeup are just right.
While doing so, she feels slightly concerned for her girlfriend. She knows Wednesday hates even the smallest of social gatherings, never mind large movie premieres. But she also knows the seer can thrive in almost any environment if she really has to, so Enid fully expects that to be the case tonight.
Nothing could prepare her for how right she ends up being though.
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At 5:45pm, Enid arrives at the venue. If Wednesday was with her, she’d be amazed at how early she was. A full 15 minutes before the red carpet was supposed to start.
She waits with the other fans toward the front, having gotten a better spot with a VIP pass.
At 6:00, some of the initial cast begin to arrive and walk through the gauntlet of paparazzi. It’s incredibly intimidating, even for Enid. She thought she experienced mini fame at Nevermore, but it was nothing compared to this.
At 6:21, Enid starts to get seriously nervous for her girlfriend. Either that Wednesday will feel completely overstimulated, or that she'll burn the entire building down out of sheer hatred of the amount of people there.
At 6:37, Tim Burton emerges to a chorus of cheers.
At 6:44, the rest of the cast stroll onto the carpet.
At 6:50, Enid wonders if Wednesday ended up bailing. Which honestly, she wouldn’t blame her for.
By 6:54, she’s nearly positive the seer wasn’t going to make an appearance.
But at 6:55, the hairs on the back of Enid’s neck stand up.
A hush seems to fall over the building. The type of hush Enid had gotten all too familiar with at school. A hush only one person could elicit.
At 6:56, the wolf stands on her tiptoes, trying to get a glimpse over the rambunctious crowd that has now recovered from its initial shock.
Fans cheer. Photographers yell. Cameras flash.
At 6:57, Enid Sinclair declares herself dead.
Officially.
No heartbeat. No breath in her lungs. No bones in her body.
Because there stands Wednesday freaking Addams. Hair down. Wearing a cream-colored, sleeveless dress. With a giant rip up the side of the leg that has Enid’s brain going feral with all the possibilities it presented. Accompanied by sheer black tights, classic black nails, and thick black heels.
All seemingly designed for one purpose. Burying Enid Sinclair in her grave.
But the actual killing blow is the cord. A long, thin black cable around Wednesday’s neck that makes Enid audibly whimper.
What she would do to pull on that cord.
The entire crowd is hollering and gaping in a way that definitely would’ve triggered the wolf’s possessiveness if she had any awareness of her surroundings. But all Enid notices is the literal goddess in front of her. A goddess sent straight from hell to star in all her wildest fantasies.
It’s truly an out-of-body experience. So much so that Enid has to physically dig her claws into her palms to remind herself that she actually is alive. And to stop herself from rushing onto the red carpet to rip more tears into Wednesday’s dress right then and there.
She vaguely attempts to use her malfunctioning brain, trying to figure out how this happened. Wednesday had shown her the dress she was intending to wear to the premiere just over a week ago. An elegant black one that was beautiful in its own right.
But not this.
Had she somehow blacked out when Wednesday had shown her this one? Not out of the realm of possibility considering how incredibly light-headed she’s currently feeling.
At 6:58, Wednesday’s gaze finally finds Enid’s.
They stare at each other.
The crowd, the noise, the cameras, all fade.
And Enid is resuscitated back to life by those brown eyes.
Brown eyes that only look at her.
Then, at 6:59, Wednesday decides the wolf doesn’t deserve to live after all. And drives the final nail in Enid Sinclair’s coffin.
She smirks.
At 7:00, Wednesday walks into the movie theater casually, as if she hadn’t just committed first degree manslaughter in front of hundreds of witnesses.
At 7:06, Enid is still trying to peel herself off the proverbial floor. Fighting back every basic wolf and human instinct in her 21-year-old body.
At 7:11, Enid is one of the last ones inside the theater, scrambling to get a seat before it starts.
The movie may be good. But Enid honestly has no idea, because she spends the next two hours staring at the back of her girlfriend’s head who sits about seven rows further down in the theater.
She can hardly even see Wednesday, but that five minute glimpse she got earlier was practically burned onto her retinas for the rest of time.
After the most excruciating two hours of her life, Enid jumps to her feet in hopes of catching up to Wednesday. But the seer is whisked away before she can get there.
The wolf practically howls in frustration, resulting in curious glances from people around her. But she can hardly bring herself to care how crazy she looks as she begins tearing through every room in the venue, searching for the seer.
Meanwhile, Wednesday is going through a very different sense of turmoil at the bar, where, according to her agent, she’s obligated to be with the cast and crew.
At this point, she’s completely done with this public appearance, and just wants to get out of this ridiculous dress and sleep for about 12 hours.
She also wants to find Enid. The brief glimpse she caught of the wolf outside had nearly stolen her breath away. Wednesday wasn’t the superficial type at all, but there was no doubt Enid was incredibly beautiful.
She wishes the wolf was by her side now, it doesn’t feel right without her.
“Buy you a drink?” A man slides up next to her at the bar.
“The drinks are free,” Wednesday says in her most insolent tone. Already revolted by the smell of whiskey surrounding the man. She tries to step back, but is crowded by people behind her.
Social gatherings are truly the worst.
The man shrugs and puts on what he assumes to be a charming smile. “Share a drink then?”
“Perhaps I’ll drink over your dead body,” Wednesday growls. For the millionth time that evening, she curses the dress she’s wearing. It didn’t have any places for her to hold her usual concealed daggers.
The man laughs, unaware of the genuine danger he was putting his life in by doing so. “What, you got a boyfriend or something?”
“That has no bearing on my rejection of you,” Wednesday states coldly, finally eyeing her escape route as the people behind her move a bit.
“That sounds like you don’t have one then. Come on, just one drink-AHH!”
The man doubles over in pain as Wednesday’s heeled shoe connects with his foot with brutal accuracy.
“I already have a romantic partner who is far superior to you in every possible quality,” Wednesday says boldly. Proudly.
Now the man becomes hostile, trying to lean into Wednesday’s space, despite still being hunched over in pain. “Well I don’t see them here, do you, sweetheart?”
Wednesday is milliseconds away from shoving the man’s own fingers down his throat until he chokes to death. Then she hears it.
Claws.
She smirks.
Then kicks the man’s knee, forcing him to face the figure that had just appeared on the other side of him.
“Do you see me now?”
The tone is dangerous. So are the fully extended nails. But it’s the feral look in Enid’s eyes that really sells it. A look that says she’s about to murder the man right there in front of everyone without transforming one bit.
A look that has Wednesday Addams herself gawking.
Enid Sinclair was more than just beautiful.
“Get. Out.”
The wolf is practically vibrating with rage at this point.
The man looks back and forth between the two girls in a way that unleashes a wild possessiveness in them both. The alpha's claws somehow grow even longer. While the seer glances at a nearby glass, planning to smash it and dig the shards into the man’s throat.
Wednesday vaguely realizes she and Enid are about to compete to see who can kill him faster.
What bliss.
“So you two…” The man trails off suggestively.
Wednesday grabs the glass.
But Enid is faster.
In a flash, the man’s sleeve is torn to shreds by sharp claws. Though Wednesday only sees surface level scratches on his skin.
She laments the wolf’s self-control. She wanted blood.
“Out!” Enid growls again.
“Okay, okay!” The man finally scurries off, gripping at his ripped shirt.
The two roommates are left alone in the crowded bar. Eyes burning into each other due to the heightened intensity of the confrontation. Yet as more seconds pass, Wednesday is surprised to see that the fire in the wolf’s eyes only grows rather than fades.
Wednesday steps forward slightly in concern, hoping the alpha isn’t in danger of actually wolfing out. “Enid, are you-”
Before she even knows what’s happening, she’s being dragged by the hand out of the bar, and into the back hallways of the venue.
She stumbles awkwardly in her heels at the rapid pace. “Enid, what’s wrong-”
The wolf finally finds a random empty backroom and shoves the seer into it.
The door slams shut behind them.
“Enid-”
Wednesday is cut off by lips crashing against her own. Joined quickly by a tongue in her mouth that steals the air from her lungs on impact. Her hands instinctively come to Enid’s waist to balance herself, desperately trying to keep up with the bruising pace of the kiss.
“Enid.” Wednesday’s voice comes out in breathless confusion at the turn of events. But all coherent thought is immediately wiped away by Enid pressing their lips back together. Pushing her harder against the wall.
Meanwhile, colorful nails bury themselves in dark hair, relishing in the fact that it’s unbraided for once. Clutching at it possessively as the wolf realizes others had gotten to witness what belonged to only her.
Enid’s fingers eventually trail down with a mind of their own, raking over exposed skin until they find the black cord around the seer’s neck and tug. Not hard enough to cause any damage, but hard enough for Wednesday to gasp into the kiss. A sound that has Enid’s claws digging into the wall behind them in an effort not to completely ruin the dress.
When air becomes an annoying necessity, Enid trails her lips down the seer’s neck. Mapping over expansive collarbone and plunging neckline. Feeling an overwhelming sense of jealousy that complete strangers had gotten to see more of Wednesday’s skin in a single night than she had in five years.
She tugs on the cord again. Harder this time.
“You’re mine,” Enid growls hotly into the seer’s ear.
“E-Enid…”
The sound of Wednesday's wrecked voice has the wolf’s canines protruding.
They scrape along smooth skin.
Millimeters from biting down.
Then logical thought returns at the most inopportune time.
At the last second, Enid realizes what she’s doing. And where she is. And who she’s doing this with.
“Shit!”
Enid jumps back, suddenly putting miles of distance between them after practically being fused together seconds prior.
“Wednesday! I-I’m so sorry!”
The seer’s brain takes an embarrassingly noticeable amount of time to recover. “...What?”
Enid runs a frantic hand through her hair. “I-I just totally pulled you in here and like…jumped you!”
“Jumped me?” Wednesday asks incredulously, more of her mental faculties slowly returning.
“Yes! I-I mean we’ve never been that, uh, intense before. And we’ve only been dating for a month. And I know you’re big on boundaries-”
“Enid.”
“But you just look so fucking good-”
“Enid.”
“And everyone else was looking at you. Especially that guy-
“Enid!”
“And I just lost it. And I’m so sor-”
Now it’s Wednesday's turn to crash their lips together, pressing the wolf against the opposite wall of the room (closet?) they’re in.
“Shut up.”
Enid doesn’t need to be told twice.
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Later that night, once they’ve both changed and showered, Enid sits on the bed at the hotel, rebraiding Wednesday's hair.
“Were you planning to wear that dress this entire time and just didn’t tell me?” Enid asks.
“No,” Wednesday admits. “It was Barclay and Tanaka’s idea.”
Enid nearly drops the brush she’s holding. “And you listened to them???”
“I may have…lost a bet.”
“A bet?”
Wednesday huffs and shifts slightly in embarrassment. “The other day while fencing. We made a bet that whoever got the last point, got to ask something of the other that they had to follow through on.”
“Wait…you mean the point you lost when I distracted you?”
Wednesday scowls. “Yes, this entire predicament is your fault.”
Enid eyes the marks on the seer’s collarbone that just peek out from under a black t-shirt. “Uh, sorry, not sorry.”
“Insufferable wolf.”
Enid laughs and tugs Wednesday down to lie on the bed. Cuddling up to the seer who lays in her normal corpse-like position.
“So that’s what you were whispering to Bianca and Yoko about the other day?”
“Indeed. I was…not expecting the request,” Wednesday concedes.
“I should let you guys keep secrets more often.”
“Be careful what you wish for.” Wednesday tries to say it menacingly, but all Enid hears is affection.
The wolf smiles up at the raven, an immense softness in her gaze. “I’m so proud of you for tonight, Wends.”
The seer raises an eyebrow. “Did you enjoy the movie?”
“Uhhh,” Enid flushes heavily. “I may not have seen much of it?”
“You were in the theater, were you not?” Wednesday asks in confusion.
“Oh I was. But I was watching something wayyy more interesting.” Enid grins crookedly.
Another flash of confusion passes through the seer’s eyes before realization finally dawns. “You can’t be serious.”
Enid shrugs sheepishly. “What can I say? My girlfriend is super hot. And don’t act like you didn’t know it too. Smirking at me like that.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”
“It is an infuriating quality of yours of which I am very aware,” Wednesday grumbles.
Enid snorts and leans over to kiss the raven’s cheek. “Please, you love it.”
There’s no denial.
“Can we go see the movie again later?” Enid asks sincerely.
“Depends. Will I need to wear exceptionally unattractive clothing for you to pay attention to it?”
“Shut up!” The wolf smacks the other girl’s shoulder lightly. “You’re the worst.”
“So I’ve been told,” Wednesday says, features sparkling with mirth.
Enid huffs a bit, but then starts tracing her fingers over the seer’s arm. “You know…what you said to that guy about me having superior qualities. That was really sweet, Wends. Even if he was setting the bar really low.”
Wednesday looks over into blue eyes. “No matter where anyone sets the bar…you will always surpass them, Enid.”
“Wends…” The wolf practically melts into a puddle, leaning over and kissing Wednesday softly. “You’re perfect.”
“Mmm,” Wednesday mumbles, exhaustion evident in her voice.
Enid chuckles and rests her head back on the girl’s shoulder, tiredness beginning to overtake her as well. Then her phone lights up, catching her sleepy gaze at the last moment.
She glances at Wednesday and smiles softly. The raven was already fully unconscious, drained from the travel and social output of the day.
Enid grabs her phone and looks at her most recent notification.
A message from Yoko in a group chat with her and Bianca.
She opens it.
You’re welcome. ;)