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Another night. Another dreadful night interrupted by dreams of blonde hair, pink highlights, and coloured claws. Frankly, Wednesday was getting tired of it. Normally she welcomed the edge that sleep deprivation gave her, it darkened her disposition even further and keeping everyone else at bay, like inverse aposematism. And yet, now it was just a reminder. A reminder of the spell she'd fallen under, the trap she's walked into that her body stubbornly refuses to leave. A trap known as Enid Sinclair.
When Wednesday first saw her, she thought Enid could have been an angel from the brightest spot in heaven. Too colourful, too bubbly, too loud. But as time went on, however unwilling she was to admit as much, Wednesday's idea of Enid's origin strayed further from her first impression. Soon she became one of purgatory's tortured souls given form just to subject Wednesday to the worst punishment she could imagine, unwilling growing fond of someone let alone the walking paint sample book she had as a roommate. And yet, time passed. Words were shared, touches recieved (Wednesday would never admit they were exchanged. Nope, there's no way she had ever reached for Enid's hand first, allowed a hug to last for too long. Never.) and opinions shifted. Now, to Wednesday, the bubbly sunshine girl that lay sleeping in the bed across from her may as well be Lucifer's right hand.
And that's when an idea struck Wednesday, a foul and evil idea (and not the good kind). Well, to say it struck her then wouldn't be quite right, it was more like it had been building for months, growing in the recesses of her mind like a tumor. A blonde, excessively colourful, tumor that she's finally decided to acknowledge. The reason behind the allowed touches, the unusual softness, the dreams.
Wednesday Friday Addams was in love with Enid Sinclair. She had fallen for a fallen angel. How dreadful.
Now, Wednesday Addams never panics, she is always in control or every situation she finds herself in. And yet, with this realisation she felt the icy hand of fear grip her heart for the briefest of seconds, as it clenched her stomach must have risen to met it for it felt lighter than air. Like when she'd been falling in the gallows during her execution themed eighth birthday party (she preferred the electric chair, far more genius than a simple rope and gravity). All this, motion in her was completely atypical and unfitting for Wednesday and so she took the completely healthy approach to dealing with her emotions and attempted to smother herself with her own pillow.
She succeeded in so far as she got back to sleep, but not in dampening the dull ache Enid's imprint leaves on her very soul.
The next day, Wednesday sits at her typewriter. Alone. Enid has left the dorm to go and run some errands, what exactly was lost on Wednesday but she was certain it was something about Yoko and her going shopping. This gave the Addams girl plenty of time to ponder on the nature of her thoughts, conscious and unconscious. She had thought that writing down what she felt might help her get over her treacherous mind's machinations. The words hammered into the paper before her were a mere percentile of the things she truly felt. She was prepared for a full day of pondering and exploration. And that's when the door to the room was flung open to reveal the origin of her mystery.
"Hey roomie! What'cha up to?"
Enid Sinclair stood in the doorway sporting a smile that, somehow, seemed to grow wider than humanly possible when she saw the raven at the writing desk. Then again, Enid wasn't human; maybe it was a werewolf thing? Wednesday would have to study it further. Yes. That was the reason for her deep seated desire to make Enid smile as often as possible.
"Hey Wendy, you good? Have i got something on my face?"
"Puto te amo."
What. Why had Wednesday said that? What foul spirit had possessed her to say that. And to Enid's face no less. The face that, right now, looked very worried.
"Wednesday what the hell was that? Did you just curse me?"
Wednesday daren't respond. Afraid that if she opened her mouth she'd say the words in a language the wolf understood.
"Well whatever you just did it may as well have been magic. You're... You're blushing."
And indeed, the black haired girl's cheeks were only slightly colder than the average person's with a faint pink dusting.
"So I am. Well then Enid i must bid you farewell." At this, Wednesday bolted for the balcony outside from where she clambered onto the roof of Ophelia Hall. From there she made her way across nevermore's roofs to disappear amongst the balustrades and balconies.
"Thing, what did Wednesday just do?" Enid was stood stock still, exactly where she'd stood when those words left the Addams' mouth.
The hand, who'd been perched on Enid's bed watching everything, lifted his index and pinkie fingers in an imitation of a shrug. He was just as clueless as the werewolf.
Neither one of them saw the enigmatic girl until the following evening when she, somehow without alerting either Thing or Enid, got her cello onto the room's balcony and began to play. Familiar tunes to Enid, long since used to her roommate's late night serenades to the stars. Enid had been trying to write something new for her blog before the first mellifluously melancholy note hit her ears, making any attempt at concentrating futile. God damn Addams and her beautiful playing, she thought.
And that's when she started to concentrate on something else, something different from Wednesday Addams yet entirely the same. She concentrated on the fluttering feeling she'd felt in her stomach at every allowed touch (and she was positive that the shorter girl had returned some of them), the mess she'd be reduced to whenever even a hint of a grin would grace the goth girl's gorgeous façade.
Wait. Gorgeous?
Did Enid find Wednesday gorgeous?
Crap.
That... Might be a problem.
And through all this upheaval in Enid's mind, Wednesday played on. But now, in addition to the flowing notes of the cello, came a stilted and yet melodic voice, like a record worn by disuse. Beautiful still yet underused. The sound near enough made Enid melt where she sat.
"I'm sleeping
And right in the middle of a good dream
Like all at once I wake up
From something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane i hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed
Screaming out the words i dread"
Enid knew this song, she knew how i should have gone. The words that came after that Wednesday didn't say; the ones Enid had rattling around in her skull at that moment.
"This morning
I woke up with this feeling
I didn't know how to deal with"
Enid stood up from the desk and made her way towards the window leading out to the balcony and the cellist making waves in Enid's mind with her music.
"And so i just decided to myself
I'd hide it to myself
And never talk about it"
She's stood by the window now, looking at the Addams' form, watching her arm make the repetitive back and forth motions as the bow got dragged along the cello. She may as well have been playing with the werewolf's heartstrings, such was the effect she had. Enid pushed the window open and stepped outside.
She looked up and their eyes met, she saw a flash of resolve burn through Wednesday's eyes. It was captivating.
"And didn't I go and shout it
When you walked into the room
I think I love you"
Their eyes are still locked as Wednesday sings the confession, Enid unable to move and Wednesday playing as if it kept her alive. Enid dared not speak in case she broke whatever spell had been cast between them; maybe that was the curse Wednesday cast earlier? Rendering the blonde werewolf incapable of looking away from her ravishing roommate, enamoured by the danger an Addams posed. Like a snake charmer who'd lost control and all they had left to do was wonder how bad the bite would be.
"I think I love you so what am I do afraid of?
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of
A love there is no cure for
I think I love you, isn't that what life is made for?
Though it worries me to say that I've never felt this way"
Wednesday had been very particular when choosing this song. She wanted Enid to know. Know just how badly she'd fallen. Know that there had been nothing like these feelings between them before. And also to know that she, the unshakeable and self-assured Wednesday Addams, was nervous.
Enid hung on every word that left Wednesday's mouth, every syllable even. She let each one wash over her and dissected every possible meaning, even if one in particular kept making itself known to her.
"I don't know what I'm up against
I don't know what it's all about
I've got so much to think about"
Enid took a step closer to the music's source, why she didn't know. She only knew that she had to get closer to her friend (Was that right? God she wasn't sure at this point) and ease the worry that had spotted her eyes when she sang of her inexperience. But Wednesday wasn't done. Her song continued and her melody enraptured her canine companion.
Suddenly, Wednesday once again locked eyes with the wolf and stared into her as if she was trying to set her on fire. For all Enid knew she could if she wanted. But Enid never looked away, no flames could ever burn her as badly as averting her eyes now.
"Believe me, you really don't have to worry
I only wanna make you happy and if you say hey go away i will
But i think better still I'd better stay around and love you
Do you think I have case?
Let me ask you to your face
Do you think you love me?"
She was giving Enid an out, a chance to say no and leave things where they were. In answer, she stepped closer until she could reach out and put her hand on Wednesday's cheek if she wanted to. So she did. Gazing deeply into Wednesday's eyes with nothing but warmth. And it was while in this stance that Enid filled in the most important line of the song.
"I think I love you."
The music cut off. Wednesday looked at Enid with a shocked expression, as if not believing that she'd heard what she had. Or maybe she was wondering if Enid was simply carrying on with the song. So the blonde decided to remove any doubt.
"Wednesday Addams, that was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. And right now, i like, really want to kiss you."
Somehow, despite the frazzled look, Wednesday still managed to be suave as hell. "Then by all means cara mia, do so."
Enid leant down towards her... Whatever they were to each other at this point and angled the raven's chin up to meet her. Wednesday's eyes dropped closed, the most peaceful Enid had seen her outside of sleep.
They kissed then, soft and tender under the moonlight. Time seemed to slow and speed up all at once. To Wednesday it felt like the moment before passing out from oxygen deprivation. To Enid she felt high as a kite. Both of them were in bliss.
They parted, reluctantly, and looked upon each other once more. Nothing but love filled both of their faces. Both of them knew there was no way this would be the end of whatever relationship was building between them.
"So you weren't cursing me earlier?" Asked Enid, curious.
"If anything I cursed myself, mia luna. Cursed to never again be able to live without your touch."
"Well keep saying things like that and you'll never have to."
They once again surged toward each other. Lost to the world, but finding a new world in the embrace of the other.