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Wednesday was typing.
Which wasn't a surprise, she's always typing. At least, when she can find time between dishing out colorful threats and acting on said threats. This was part of her normal routine.
Well, it was mostly part of her normal routine. There was one glaringly obvious contrast to this familiar scene; a twinkle of color on her dark canvas.
Enid Sinclair.
The vibrant girl had brought her own desk chair up to meet Wednesday's. She was clinging on to the dark girl while she wrote, one arm around her pale neck, the other scrolling through some godforsaken form of social media. Every once in a while, she'd nuzzle the shorter girl's neck or give her a kiss on the cheek.
She was suffocating her with affection.
And Wednesday thought strangulation was the best way to suffocate. How vexing.
The writer felt the pressure on her side alleviate as Enid perked up. She was clearly preparing to ask her something.
"Hey, Wednesday?"
No response. But a slight nod of affirmation made it clear she was listening.
"Did you think it was... ugly when I turned into a wolf?"
Wednesday kept writing. By now, she was more than used to her girlfriend's insecurities. Comforting her had become nearly a daily responsibility. One that she relished, although she would never admit it. She responded simply.
"Elaborate."
"I mean, like, I saw something that said wolves have a hard time dating a non-wolf because they find their shifting.. unattractive."
"How so?"
Enid was fidgeting now, picking at her colorful fingernails. "I don't know, I guess they think it's... gross? Violent?"
Dark lips pursed as Wednesday pondered how to convey her feelings in a way Enid would understand. "On the contrary, violence can be quite beautiful. Especially when defending someone you love."
The blonde girl's heart stopped for a second. Her face flushed a bright shade of pink as she considered the implications of what was just said. She wasn't normally lost for words, but the beautiful enigma sitting next to her tended to have that effect on people. Usually when she cut their tongues out.
"Uh... I... I didn't... I don't think I've said the 'L word' yet. And you definitely haven't!"
Silence. Even the clacking of the typewriter had ceased.
Contrary to popular belief, the Addams rarely remained quiet in conversation. She loathed idle chatter, of course. What's the point of speaking if your words have no meaning behind them? But she always said exactly what was on her mind. Now she just stared, thoroughly distracted from the task she'd been so focused on just moments ago. She gazed into each of her roommate's blue eyes. Her vision lowered as her eyes trailed down to those colorful highlights, that sickeningly bright pink jacket, and then... back up to her lips. Finally, an answer.
"Am I to understand that you don't?"
Wrong. So wrong, in fact, that Enid panicked at the very idea of Wednesday thinking that was the case.
"Don't... love you?! What?! No... It's just... I just wanted to...."
Another silence, this one much heavier and more uncomfortable than the last.
"Wednesday, do you love me?"
Enid watched as whatever uncertainties her dark-haired roommate had seemed to fade away. The typing resumed.
"An unnecessary question. My feelings are clear."
Blue eyes conveyed dissatisfaction. Not that Wednesday noticed, she was already back to being engrossed in her work.
How typical. A dodged question, a blunt half-answer instead of genuine feelings. Enid would have been angry if she was capable of feeling such an emotion towards her favorite psychopath.
She got up and spun Wednesday around to face her, planting an arm on each side of her to prevent any escape.
"Not fair! I want to hear you say it!" Enid whined, like a puppy begging for dinner scraps.
"I have never said those words in my life, and I don't intend to."
Enid pressed further. "Never? Not even to your parents?"
A blank stare.
"Right... stupid question. Why not?"
"I find it barbaric to vomit your feelings in a mess of sickeningly sweet words."
"Barbaric? Shouldn't you love that kind of thing?" Enid retorted.
"I detest sloppiness. Methodical sadism is much more satisfying."
The two returned to silence as Enid wallowed in defeat. She knew full well how stubborn Wednesday could be when she made up her mind. The more someone would try to convince her, the further she would get from being convinced. Would she really never get to hear her girlfriend say those precious words?
She thought about what Wednesday said, trying to find some obscure lenience through which to plead her case. And then…
Methodical… sadism?
Enid perked up once again. She'd just had an idea. A wretched idea. She was going to make Wednesday say those three little words, and she was sure (or at least she hoped) that the Addams was going to hate how she did it. However, if the psychic somehow obtained the ability to read minds in that moment, even she would‘ve been unable to suppress a proud smile at the newfound cunning her paramour had just thought to exhibit.
"Fine, whatever. Arguing with you never gets me anywhere, anyway. I'm gonna go see a movie with Yoko. I'll be back in a bit." As she said this, Enid leaned in, closer and closer. Wednesday made no attempt to stop her. She was thoroughly accustomed to Enid's goodbye kisses.
She let her eyes fall closed and tilted her head upwards. Out of reflex, mind you. Desiring affection to the point of actually inviting it? Out of the question. She just wanted it over with quickly.
Enid was already being maddeningly slow as she inched ever closer to her face. As Wednesday's senses were assaulted by the scent of rose shampoo and a hint of perfume, Enid was picking up the smell of ink and lavender. Each of them could feel their breaths cascading upon the other, and the air between them crackled with energy. Closer and closer... and closer again. An eternity of space, both infinitely near and infinitely far. Wednesday could almost feel phantom lips meeting hers...
But the real ones never came.
Instead, dark eyes opened to see Enid holding a small glass bottle.
"I knew I left my nail polish on your desk!"
Frustration. Wednesday stared at the loathsome thing. It was lucky she wasn't telekinetic, otherwise it would have been shattered on the floor.
"Alright. See ya, Wednesday!"
No response. Enid felt eyes on her as she strode purposefully out of their dorm. She tried to disguise her sly smile, but couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from lifting slightly.
How's that for methodical sadism?
It's a good thing that the Addams fancied herself a young Sherlock Holmes, because the game was, indeed, afoot.
And this was a game that even the dark prodigy herself couldn't win.