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Wednesday read the letter exactly thirteen times. The paper was darker than usual; a special kind made with her favorite shade of black and reserved for exceptionally intimate occasions such as love confessions or particularly passionate death threats.
She laid the feather down, contemplating her own doom. The page once reserved to her most despised enemy now contained every reason why she ached for her roommate.
Love confession it was, she concluded with a purse of her lips.
Wednesday had always abhorred the idea of devoting her soul to any other being, but whenever she allowed herself to contemplate a possible suitor her mind wandered to what was essentially a mirror of her.
Which logically meant Enid was at the exact opposite from the one Wednesday had envisioned herself with.
Where Wednesday pictured sharp edges, Enid was soft. Where Wednesday hoped to find deep black, Enid flowed with vibrant and vivid colors.
Most importantly, instead of the stoic hole Wednesday had ideally predicted to be carved into her chest throughout her whole life, now laid an erratic beating heart.
It was infuriating.
Because she was Wednesday, the natural approach to her newfound feelings had been dedicating most of her free time in Nevermore doing extended research on how to murder a werewolf.
If she ever glanced at the sleeping figure at the other side of the room between a page or two, it was merely part of her research. Know your enemy is what her father always said.
Except the pieces of information she gathered from watching Enid sleep would never be useful in a duel. The way she whimpered through nightmares was of no use and the agony flowing through her face couldn't be used against her in the morning because, as Wednesday found, she simply didn't wish to deepen her anguish.
In fact, she longed to know what horrors haunted Enid at night. Wednesday ached to listen to every one of her fears and tell her nothing would ever cause her any harm as long as an Addams laid right beside her.
These nights her last name burned behind her eyelids like a prophecy, reminding her of the inevitability of it all.
Because she was an Addams, Wednesday would not turn away from Enid when she needed it the most.
So one day, when Enid sleeps just a little more soundly while Wednesday's playing the cello, she rearranges her entire routine so that her practices coincide with the blonde's usual bedtime.
After particularly difficult nights, Wednesday makes more coffee than usual — just enough to seem like it wasn't intentional, even though she isn't that fond of caffeine and the atypical amounts of sugar may give her away.
Enid knew not to comment on any of it but the tired smiles she offered Wednesday before going to bed were always slightly softer these days. She then crawled to bed and didn't take long to fall into a peaceful slumber, leaving Wednesday to try to tame the warmth that stubbornly spread through her chest with every whispered "Good night, Willa".
Enid's voice echoing through a mostly quiet hall pulled Wednesday out of her reverie and she cursed the universe as her heart fell into the familiar rapid pace it assumed whenever the blonde came near.
It had been thirty days, eighteen hours and forty three minutes since Wednesday had last seen her. She frowned, quickly glancing at a blue calendar at the opposite wall despite knowing Enid wasn't due to arrive until the following week.
She approached their shared bedroom and her voice got clear enough to make out the words to what Wednesday recognized to be Enid's favorite Twice song.
Wednesday had missed her voice.
Enid was early.
Wednesday planted herself at the very center of their room, unsure of what to do in order to seem unbothered and not painfully aware of Enid's arrival.
The door opened and Wednesday was greeted by an usual burst of colors and the smile that insisted on twisting a displeasing knot in her stomach.
"Willa," she smiled breathlessly and dropped two heavy suitcases to the ground. "It's so good to see you!"
Wednesday took pride in her mental faculties but something about Enid's sudden arrival reduced her mind to three unrelated statements.
Her hair is shorter. I missed her voice. She's early.
"You're early." Wednesday said.
"Well, yeah, you said your parents would drop you off today so I thought I would —"
"I missed the exasperating sound of your voice." She simply could not stop herself.
Enid laughed, joy coloring her features red. "And I missed your scrutinizing eyes. Are we communicating through statements today?"
"Your hair looks shorter." Wednesday noted, taking a step back as Enid approached her to most likely invade her personal space.
Enid mindlessly moved a hand through her dyed blond locks and Wednesday almost wished to wipe the smirk off the girl's face with her pocket knife.
"Do you like it?"
"The length of your hair doesn't affect me in any way whatsoever." She immediately replied. Enid's eyes twinkled in amusement and Wednesday cursed herself.
It hadn't even been seconds since Enid set foot in Nevermore and Wednesday could already feel herself losing all sharpness again. Enid, of course, would never let her live it down.
"Right. It's the sound of my voice that seems to really knock you off your feet, isn't it?"
Wednesday refused to take the bait, simply offering a slight raise of an eyebrow while Enid risked another step forward.
The werewolf opened her mouth in another teasing retort but seemed to change her mind midway, smirk faltering into the half-smile that always managed to fog Wednesday's ever so logical mind. "I missed messing with you."
Another step forward and Wednesday's traitor heart roared inside her chest. She watched with a hitch of her breath as Enid's whole expression softened like it always did whenever she meant to ask Wednesday something unthinkable.
All she could do was brace herself for the cathastrophe that would surely follow.
"Would you give me a hug?" Enid tentatively asked, seeming almost shy. "It's just been so long! I get really clingy and all after spending that much time away from people I... just, uh, know it's a werewolf thing. Totally unimportant. I promise to make it quick and only tease you a little bit about it."
Wednesday worked her jaw briefly as she pondered the request. What she wanted and what she wished she wanted were very different things, but the decision wasn't even hers to make in the first place. The Addams in her would always favor whichever option made Enid smile.
Naturally, Wednesday gives in and something about her expression must give her away because as soon as she makes a decision Enid comes crashing into her arms.
"I will cut your tongue off with my pocket knife if you tell anyone about this." Wednesday's tries but the threat falls short as her menacing tone gets lost behind the soft layers of Enid's sweater.
Enid giggles and Wednesday cursed the blood that ran through her veins and made it impossible for her to remain impassive at the feeling of Enid vibrating lightly against her.
Once you find your way into your lover's embrace, your heart will rage against its cage. Her father's voice invaded her thoughts as her heart fell into a violent rhythm. It's a desperate attempt to chase the newfound everlasting object of its affection.
"I missed your voice, too. Just so you know." The werewolf tightened her hold and Wednesday stubbornly stopped herself from leaning into the girl's warmth. "Exchanging letters was fun but I'm definitely getting you a phone before summer break."
Wednesday startled at the mention of the letters and quickly steered away from the hug before Enid could protest.
"I was writing you another letter since you weren't supposed to arrive until Monday at noon. It was impolite of you to come early unannounced." Wednesday offered in an attempt to divert Enid's attention as she was not sure she could put up with a pouting werewolf begging for just another hug.
It seemed to work.
Attention now fixated on the desk where the black page still laid open, Enid crossed the room with a shiny expression before turning to Wednesday.
"Can I read it?"
Wednesday's apparent indifference faltered despite herself. "It's not finished."
"It's not like I'm going anywhere, Willa. You could just tell me what you were planning to write," Wednesday tilted her head slightly and Enid chuckled. "As in, y'know, a normal conversation."
"Very well." Wednesday muttered with a nod of her head and tried not to dwell on the warmth spreading over her chest at Enid's squeal of joy.
It had been a while since Wednesday had come to terms with the dreadful realization that she enjoyed pleasing Enid.
Which was precisely why watching Enid's smile fade felt so gut wrenching. With each second Wednesday found herself more apprehensive, wishing she could take back every written word and tear those feelings apart with her bare hands and violence alone.
It shouldn't be altogether unpleasant, after all.
Time stretched and Enid continued to stare at the letter, only her eyes seemed lost and her mind far away from Nevermore. They stood motionless until Enid's growing frown and the tension of her shoulders made Wednesday turn to face her own side of the room, finding for the first time in her life that she was unable keep a plain demeanor.
"What do you mean?" Enid's tone didn't give away anything. Her question was met with silence as Wednesday didn't know what to make of the blonde's reaction. The uncertainty was simply overwhelming. "At least look at me, Willa."
Wednesday turned, bewitched.
"You were not supposed to read it so close to me."
"I didn't know."
"You couldn't have, I deliberately did not tell you I intended for us to be apart when you received the letter."
"No, I —" Enid's gaze regained focus and much to Wednesday's doom, she was the sole object of the blonde's attention. "I didn't know you felt the same way."
She broke into Wednesday's personal space and covered a strangely warm hand with her on, quickly placing it over her chest before Wednesday could object.
"You..." Wednesday's voice cracked as the words failed her, "What way?"
Enid blinked slowly, still seeming a little dazed.
"My heart is also erratic when you're around," She whispered quietly, not seeming to notice the light growl leaving her lips as she pondered her next words, "My murderous tendencies get the most of me when Tyler and Xavier are around you because I know for a fact they would die to soak in the mere shadow of your attention, even though you don't pay them any mind."
"You get murderous over me?" Wednesday could not stop the adoration that leaked onto her voice.
"Yoko had me locked inside a classroom when I saw you dancing with Tyler at Prom."
Wednesday barely lifted an eyebrow, "And a mere wooden door was enough to keep you from succumbing to your innate lycan blood thirst?"
"I quite literally tore it to pieces and destroyed every other room down the hall. The principal agreed to keep it low and, you know, blame it on the generalized panic of having a killer on the loose, but boy did my parents pay for all the damage." She grimaced at the mention of her parents but it was quickly replaced by a look of sheer excitement that never failed to make Wednesday melt. "I've actually been dying to tell you, I had to be contained by some kind of special forces reserved for emergencies."
Wednesday's eyes widened in bewilderment and she could feel Enid's heart race under her palm.
"I wasn't aware those existed."
"Time to step up your game, Willa. So far I've been more of a menace to Nevermore than you." Enid smiled brightly.
Wednesday looked down at their joined hands — partially illuminated by a mix of vivid colors and a natural silver glow — and felt her stomach twist for the second time since Enid arrived.
The moonlight cast through their windows as it always did, only this time Wednesday found herself standing on the opposite side of the room.
Where the light usually met pitch black, there was soft shades of pink and strands of blond hair Wednesday desperately wished to touch.
Wednesday nodded.
"It's settled, then."
Enid frowned slightly, "What is?"
"Our undeniable, non-platonic and strictly monogamous lifetime commitment to one another."
The smile Wednesday was granted with made the blush that burned through her face slightly more bearable and there was her father's voice again.
The fire that rumbles within you will finally consume your whole being — that's the family's gift, minha pequena tempestade. When the time comes, you will understand.
Wednesday didn't have time to process how the very words that haunted her nightmares were coming to life because her thoughts were filled with the way Enid looked and smelled and felt under her touch and — oh, she was moving.
Enid lowered their hands only to place Wednesday's gently on her waist and took a deep breath before cupping Wednesday's jaw in a light caress.
Wednesday's already firm grip on her sides then tightened as Enid's gaze wandered through her face, looking for something Wednesday herself couldn't possibly point out.
"Undeniable, you say?" Enid asked and resumed a tentative approach, stopping at the faintest brush of their noses to wait for Wednesday's answer.
"That is correct." Wednesday mumbled directed at Enid's lips and watched her favorite smile unfold once again. Maybe she did know what Enid was searching for. "I would like to hear your thoughts on a formal courtship being conducted before we officially begin our romantic arrangement."
Enid laughed and Wednesday marveled how months ago that very sound used to draw violent thoughts from the darkest corners of her mind.
It still did, of course. Just in a different way.
"I'd be honored, Wednesday."
"Good."
"I just have one very quick question."
Wednesday tilted her head, the feeling of Enid's hands dropping to her neck making her skin tingle.
"Can I kiss you now or do I have to wait until our first date?"