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Wednesday, every night, dedicated her time to serenading the moon.
With supernaturally silent steps and not a single word, her stool and her lectern ended up positioned on the balcony every night, in the same place. The night breeze made the young black-haired girl breathe deeply, the slight cold that the first days of autumn brought with them penetrating beyond her skin in a comforting manner. Her fingers, moving almost without even thinking, positioned themselves on the fretboard of her cello with ease adjudicated to years of practice, her free hand holding the bow and beginning to play.
Wednesday's eyes closed at the precise moment the bow of her cello touched the strings, the sound of the music and the low, dark notes of her cello echoing through the silent night, the moon behind her. A couple of days had passed since the full moon, the only source of light for Wednesday who couldn't help but think about that satellite so far away and so beautiful that rotated around the earth.
The moon, with its white light and its very strange power, the same power that had saved her life on that very distant occasion, even when its color was different during that night.
Enid. When thinking about the moon, Wednesday couldn't help but think about Enid.
And so, in some strange way, while playing a much darker version of Liebestraum one night, Liebeslied the next, and Rêverie a few days later, the dramatic pieces of dreams and love that Wednesday never imagined she would get to play, were always dedicated to Enid.
To Enid and that bright smile that Wednesday had learned to appreciate, the slightest curve of her roommate's lips capable of making her heart race so badly. Enid and her hair dyed blonde, pink, and blue, colors that Wednesday looked for first and foremost in any crowd, every part of her body longing to be close to the werewolf. Enid and her soft hands, always seeking to have some kind of contact with Wednesday, the sensation of electricity that the slightest touch of her skin generated exquisitely addictive.
Every thought, every song, every piece, every poem written in the last few months, everything Wednesday did, was stained by Enid's colorful presence in her life.
What would she be without the presence of that werewolf to whom she owed her own life?
At this point, Wednesday would rather die than have to discover such a thing.
With a sigh, Wednesday prepared to stop her thoughts full of love and longing that still seemed so strange to her, her eyes opening as she finally finished playing the piece she had chosen for today, only for them to end up wide open when she noticed that right in front of her, her roommate's blue eyes were fixed on hers, that characteristic smile of hers adorning her beautiful features.
A giggle escaped Enid's lips, and she seemed amused by the surprised expression on Wednesday's face, who almost dropped the bow of her cello at first.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she confessed, though her smile remained, not a single hint of regret in her expression.
Wednesday swallowed nervously, setting her cello and her bow aside at the same time that she put away her sheet music, even when she didn't get to use them.
"I didn't mean to disturb your sleep either, Enid."
The blonde shook her head quickly, settling into the chair she had brought from her desk and moving it to be closer to Wednesday, her closeness making the black-haired girl's heart start to beat rapidly.
"Waking up to music in the middle of the night is not the worst thing that has happened to me."
Avoiding Enid's intense gaze, which only made her more nervous, Wednesday looked at the floor and grabbed her cello case.
"So I woke you up... It won't happen again, don't worry."
The feeling of Enid's hand around her wrist almost made her jump, Wednesday dared to look Enid in the eyes again, raising an eyebrow to show her confusion.
"Please stay."
With a somewhat exaggerated sigh, Wednesday had to avoid her roommate's gaze once again, aware that the girl would do everything possible to convince her to stay, and at that time of night, seeing Enid's puppy-dog eyes was not the smartest thing to do. She took the bow of her cello again, arranging everything again to continue playing.
"Is listening to me play what you wanted?"
How Enid's cheeks didn't end up hurting from smiling so much was a mystery, and yet, Wednesday appreciated every one of those smiles, especially if she was the reason they appeared.
Enid clasped her hands together and nodded excitedly, the moonlight giving her eyes a peculiar glow.
"Can you play the same thing you were playing before? It was very nice, although maybe a bit different than what I'm used to hearing from you."
Wishing more than ever that the darkness of the night would hide the burning of her cheeks, Wednesday cleared her throat, making an immeasurable effort to keep the blank expression on her face after the blonde's comment. The girl was right, the romantic piece she had been playing was well outside of her comfort zone, even with the much darker notes that the sound of her cello managed to provide.
“Expanding my musical horizons is one of my current goals,” she lied, trying not to say too much.
Enid's laughter was beginning to frustrate her, feeling with each one of them that the young woman could see through her expressions and words with ease... And well, as time went by, that was becoming more and more true.
“You should play more songs like that… What's the name of the one you were playing?”
That question was the one that Wednesday had wanted to avoid, the black-haired woman letting out a sigh and frowning, frustrated with herself and with the universe, which had wanted just today to make Enid get up because of her music, exposing the most vulnerable part of her mind.
There was no turning back. At least, not tonight.
That is why Wednesday, with her heart wanting to leap out of her chest, and with a special burning in her cheeks and the tips of her ears, let herself get lost in the azure blue that were Enid's eyes, the light of the moon giving it a silver tone that seemed to illuminate everything around it.
Wednesday decided to respond.
“It's called Je Te Veux . It is a French waltz written by Erik Satie.”
Letting out an “oh” as if she somehow recognized the song, —of course she didn't, Enid's musical knowledge was limited to her much-loved Asian bands and one Taylor Swift whose most recent album made her cry every night for a whole week —Enid nodded, thoughtful for a few moments, her lips pursed.
“Okay, I only took French for like half a year and I ended up switching since it would be impossible for me to pass the course, so I have no idea what that means,” she admitted with a smile, somewhat embarrassed. “What does it mean, Wends?”
A pause. A brief silence. Wednesday decided to take the risk.
"I want you."
Enid's smile turned into a surprised expression, the girl's eyes widening, and Wednesday didn't need to have a vision to know that she was surely blushing. To be very honest, there was probably a better way to make herself understood. However, saying such words out loud to the same girl who was the protagonist of her deepest longings, even if Wednesday was about to give them another meaning to keep her feelings a secret, was undoubtedly liberating.
"Uh...what?"
Wednesday breathed deeply, prepared to put her feelings back in the locked drawer that was her mind and her black heart.
" Je te veux , Enid, means 'I want you' in French."
"Oh, that makes sense, yeah." It could have been a trick of fate or her own brain, but Wednesday swore that Enid's smile that followed her words was less bright than usual. "I want you... It's quite romantic, especially for you."
Scowling at Enid's obvious intention to annoy her, and yet enjoying the beautiful symphony that was her laughter, Wednesday allowed herself to breathe normally, the rapid beating of her heart so common these past few days, that it was easy to ignore it.
"Laughing at my misery could have serious consequences, there is more than one stuffed animal on your side of the room that would look a thousand times better without its head."
Feigning offense, Enid placed a hand dramatically on her chest and frowned in such a way that Wednesday couldn't help but smile, albeit slightly.
"You said my stuffed animals would be safe this semester!" Enid crossed her arms, pouting childishly. "Besides, I'm not laughing to make fun of you or anything, I'm just curious..."
Raising an eyebrow, Wednesday decided to end this useless chat, trying to ignore her roommate's questions as subtly as possible.
"I thought you wanted to hear me play, not turn this late-night conversation into an interrogation."
With a growl and a brief bare of her fangs at the black-haired girl, Enid narrowed her eyes and tried to look menacing, the image of Enid showing a bit of her wolfish side almost making Wednesday smile from ear to ear if it weren't for her great sense of self-control.
"Stop barking and listen to what you wanted, you spoiled puppy."
Before Enid even had a chance to protest, Wednesday adjusted the bow of her cello and began playing, from the beginning.
The heat on her cheeks seemed to return, strongly. Wednesday closed her eyes once again, all to avoid the intense gaze of her roommate that was fixated on her, trying, more than anything, not to think about the lyrics of the romantic waltz that she had dared to play in front of her, the same person who had inspired her to do it.
It was embarrassing, the way her fingers traveled so naturally across the fretboard, Je Te Veux being one of the many songs she had been playing for months for an Enid who supposedly should never have known. Instead, she now had Enid in front of her, her serenade having for the first time two spectators instead of just one.
The piece wasn't too long, or rather, Wednesday didn't feel ready enough to play it in its entirety, the lyrics of the song coming to her mind with every note, the promises of love making her nervous and even causing her to miss a note or two, something very out of the ordinary for Wednesday, always such a perfectionist.
That's why, after a little more than a minute, she stopped playing, perhaps taking longer than necessary to open her eyes, Enid's sky-blue gaze containing something inside of it that was impossible for her to decipher. Enid wasn't smiling, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she were lost in thought.
A seed of doubt began to grow inside Wednesday's mind, who for once in her life, wanted to get the approval of the girl in front of her, her opinion having become one of the few she even took into account.
She cleared her throat nervously, the sound of it making Enid blink a few times and finally get back to earth, her smile returning once more.
"I'm sorry if it wasn't my best performance, I think I lost concentration for a brief moment and-"
Enid's laughter made Wednesday stop rambling, the warmth returning to her cheeks.
"You did great, Wends, it was beautiful."
With her gaze now fixed on the floor, Wednesday did her best not to smile, nodding her head slightly.
"Thank you…"
Running away was not something Wednesday liked to do, but it seemed to be much easier than having to keep her gaze fixated on Enid, who seemed to examine every feature of her face with a thoroughness and intensity that gave her chills. There was something in her gaze, something that made Wednesday feel exposed and vulnerable, sensations that she was not used to.
The silence seemed to extend, and Wednesday began to put away her instrument, all while the blonde kept looking at her every little movement, every breath and sigh. Wednesday could almost see it, the way the gears inside Enid's head began to turn, thinking. The werewolf scrunched her nose, a childish habit that was present every time she debated something inside her mind.
Wednesday decided not to bother her, the image of Enid so focused too... adorable to interrupt her.
She hated that there wasn't a better word to use, but that would be a problem for later.
It took Enid a few minutes. By the time she finally decided to speak once more, Wednesday had already completed the job of carefully storing her instrument, Thing giving her a hand with the sheet music. She was about to take the lectern when Enid's voice, a little softer than usual, interrupted the strange silence that had enveloped them.
"Although, something still makes me curious."
Wednesday's grip on the lectern tightened, her knuckles turning white. With great effort she kept her expression blank, Enid's eyes almost a platinum color at this time of night.
From one moment to the next, due to the lack of response from the dark-haired girl, Enid stood up. Her eyes seemed to shine in a supernatural way, one of her fangs showing as Enid gave her a half smile. With her hands tucked inside the pockets of her pajama pants, she began to walk, slowly, Wednesday feeling her heart thumping and threatening to burst out of her chest with each step.
At what point had she started walking backward? Wednesday didn't notice until her back collided with the balcony railing, swallowing nervously as she had no choice but to lock eyes with Enid, who was looking at her with her head slightly cocked and one eyebrow raised.
"You would never play something like that," Enid spoke confidently, and truth be told, Wednesday knew the blonde was right. "I woke up one other night, you know? I didn't want to bother you, so I didn't get up, but...I heard you say the name of the song and then I looked it up myself. Liebestraum ..."
Wednesday couldn't help the slightly shocked expression on her face, her eyes widening.
"I looked up what it meant and found that it was-"
"Love's dream."
Her honesty was rewarded with that smile so bright that she couldn't get it out of her head.
"Exactly. Love's dream."
Enid bit her lip. She was nervous, almost as nervous as Wednesday was. For what reason? The black-haired girl didn't know.
The blonde took a deep breath, and then she decided to take a chance. Wednesday felt her skin burn the moment Enid took one of her hands, the sensation of the werewolf's thumb slowly caressing her raising her heart rate even more.
"If there's one thing I've learned in all this time," Enid's voice was almost a whisper, the closeness making it easier for Wednesday to hear her. "It's that Wednesday Addams never does anything without a reason."
Staring at their connected hands, Wednesday did her best to ignore Enid's words, who, little by little, tried to dig a little deeper, discovering things that no one could ever even imagine with a few simple touches and gentle words.
Wednesday, at that moment, was more than sure that if Enid asked her, she would tell her anything.
It terrified her.
A finger rested under her chin, lifting it with a gentleness that left Wednesday breathless, Enid forcing the black-haired girl to look at her again.
"What's the reason, Wends?"
And there it was, the question Wednesday had dreaded to her, those words eerily sounding like her own demise started to approach. For a few seconds, Wednesday forgot to breathe, caught like a deer in headlights, confronted by Enid's somehow both warm and fierce gaze, her expecting silence stronger than any words could've ever been.
For once, Wednesday thought that whatever she did, she couldn't win.
Because, the fear of telling Enid the truth was just as strong as the pain of keeping her feelings to herself, either choice looking worse than actually just taking one of her hidden knives and sticking it right inside her heart so it would stop beating for Enid, as it had done for so long.
What was she supposed to do?
Losing Enid would be just as devastating as never having her, the Addams more than sure that something as simple but hurtful as rejection would genuinely become the reason for her death, her blood cursed in such a way that made it so that love was only found once for someone like her, for an Addams like her.
"Hey, Wends, breathe, please. It's okay. You're okay…"
Wednesday was brought back to reality by Enid's gentle hands cupping her face, the seer gasping for air as she blinked, her lungs burning and her blurry vision starting to unblur little by little. Her cheeks were extremely warm, the feeling of Enid's hands enough to make her even more nervous, anxious, even.
Enid's eyes, her beautiful eyes, glowed under the moonlight with pure concern and neverending warmth that Wednesday sometimes felt she didn't deserve.
"Are you back with me? Yeah?"
The seer took a few deep breaths, unable to tear her gaze away from Enid's, her heartbeat loud against her ears as she tried and failed to form any coherent words. Enid, patient as ever, continued to hold her face as if it was something precious, thumbs gently rubbing circles on her cheeks that calmed her down just as much as the bright smile that had started to appear on the werewolf's face.
At least, Wednesday could give her a nod. That seemed to satisfy her.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, that wasn't my intention," Enid whispered. "Maybe I went overboard, I just…"
Enid let out a sigh, Wednesday shook her head, clearing her throat and finally mustering up the courage to speak up.
"D-don't…" she scowled at her own stuttering. "Don't apologize. You deserve an answer."
Now it was Enid's turn to shake her head, frantically.
"I-I don't deserve anything. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-"
"Enid." Now it was time for Wednesday to interrupt Enid's rambling, one of her hands softly laying on top of one of Enid's that still held her face, as if she was scared Wednesday would run away if she didn't continue to hold her.
It was terrifying, all of the reactions and unexpected feelings Enid could provoke with just some simple touches and a few words, Wednesday's body moving as if pulled by strings. Both her heart and her thoughts continued to race, a sudden courage fueled by desperation starting to build inside her chest as seconds passed and Wednesday refused to choose, making her mind, body, and heart start to scream in unison, all begging her to do the same thing.
Tell her. You need to tell her.
It was now or never. Wednesday just knew. The seer took a deep breath and finally made her choice, leaving her heart in the hands of Enid Sinclair, letting her decide whether to hold it close to her chest or crush it with the palms of her hands to seal her demise.
Her life had been in the hands of Enid once already… Why not twice?
And so, Wednesday decided to let it out, her feelings spilling out of her lips after being locked away for what seemed like an eternity in her eyes.
"I want you," her voice was soft, pleading even, to her absolute dismay, but that didn't stop her, not this time. "I play Je Te Veux because I want you, more than anything. I play Liebestraum because I dream of you loving me like I do. I play Liebeslied because the sorrow that engulfs my entire being for loving you and knowing that you don't feel the same way suffocates me. I love you, Enid. You've turned all my funeral marches into love songs and my dark poems into love declarations. You've poisoned my mind, my body, and my heart, and I don't know what to do."
It was strange, how one could feel so free and so anxious at the same time, the heavy weight of her buried feelings finally being brought out to the surface felt like there was suddenly a weight off her shoulder, making her feel lighter. However, the fear of the aftermath and countless scenarios started to fill her head with a new kind of terror.
Still, it was as if her feet were stuck to the ground. Wednesday stayed still, posture perfectly stiff and eyes forever fixated on Enid's, who blinked prettily and somehow… didn't say a word.
Enid's silence was making her go completely insane.
None of the two moved, and none of the two spoke. And Wednesday, who had never felt so exposed in her whole life, was starting to accept the possibility of Enid rejecting her. She wasn't sure about how she would react to such a thing. Perhaps she would just… die, on the spot, just like some of her Addams ancestors had done. Perhaps she would descend into madness over time, or end up deciding that taking her own life was better. There were countless horror stories about Addams who had succumbed to something as powerful as one-sided love, and now, Wednesday found herself in front of her possible demise.
However…
If Enid, with her pretty eyes and those lovely scars that adorned her face, ended up being the last thing she saw before the family curse decided to take her with it, then so be it.
After what seemed like hours, even though it had just been a few seconds, Enid let out a small gasp, blinking repeatedly. The blonde-haired wolf let out a small gasp, her eyes sparkling in the darkness of the night.
"Do you… do you mean it?"
If Enid's voice seemed to waver, Wednesday didn't mention it. She just nodded, every ounce of her devotion spilling from her pores, her eyes, her hands, and the roots of her hair.
"With everything I have."
Enid gave her a nod, seeming slightly dazed.
Before Wednesday could even say something, Enid pulled her closer and connected their lips together.
She was kissing Enid.
Enid was kissing her.
She had dreamt of this for months, and yet, all her dreams and fantasies could never compare to the real thing that was kissing Enid Sinclair.
Kissing Enid… How could she describe kissing Enid?
Wednesday would call it an otherworldly experience, the feeling of Enid’s soft lips capturing her own making her see all kinds of colors even with her eyes closed, every coherent thought turning into dust as Wednesday wrapped her arms around the werewolf's neck and pulled her closer, the seer able to feel Enid's gasp inside her mouth.
Glorious, magnificent, world-ending. Piece by piece, the earth cracked below her feet, Enid's soft and warm lips melting every bit of her will, making her knees weak and her world crumble right before her eyes. Enid destroyed old walls of indifference and bitterness, cracked the ice around her heart, and picked the lock of her vulnerability, all without a single ounce of violence. With a gentle hand and an open heart, Enid kissed away her fears and doubts with fervor, every bit of devotion leaking out of her like a hurricane as she held onto Wednesday tightly, her grip that was now on her waist almost painful despite her shaky hands. Wednesday could taste her care as much as she could taste her fear, the one they both seemed to share.
Fear of all of this being nothing but a dream.
It was her doom as much as it was her salvation, Wednesday more than aware that as soon as they pulled apart from each other, there would be no way back for her, the seer quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of Enid's lips moving against her own, nipping, pecking, biting.
Wednesday melted into Enid's arms, leaving her heart, body, and mind at her mercy.
And for the love of everything that was unholy, was that the best choice she had ever taken.
Enid didn't want to pull away, even if she was almost breathless, Wednesday could notice as much. It would be a lie to say she didn't need to breathe as well, though she would've stubbornly continued kissing Enid to the point of passing out if the girl let her, kissing her somehow just as easy as it was to breathe, just as necessary…
Enid had to be the one to pull them apart, the werewolf giggling against Wednesday's lips before doing so.
Wednesday felt dizzy, and a bit lightheaded. She wasn't sure when her hands had moved from the back of Enid's neck to the collar of her horrendously colorful shirt, the dazed seer still holding onto it with quite a bit of force, her eyes fixated on the beautiful visage that was Enid's beautiful laugh that accompanied her bright blue eyes and her gorgeous scars.
She was already leaning in for another kiss when Enid laughed once more and playfully pushed her away.
"Easy there. I won't disappear, I swear," Enid teased, arms now around Wednesday's waist. "You'll be able to kiss me as much as you'd like later."
The grumpy pout on Wednesday’s face only made Enid chuckle, the girl pulling the seer closer to envelop her in a tight hug that was quickly returned. They hugged in the same way as they did after defeating Crackstone, Wednesday letting out a sigh and closing her eyes as she nuzzled against Enid’s shoulder, the feeling of Enid’s warm breath against her neck almost enough to make her shiver.
If she just died right there and then, in the warmth of Enid’s arms, she would’ve been more than content.
“I love you too, Wednesday,” Enid whispered close to her ear. “I don’t- I really don’t think I can come up with a big confession like you did, but I love you, I really do, and I seriously had to say it already because if I didn’t I probably would’ve exploded or something.”
The melody of Enid's laughter and her clumsy yet heartfelt confession almost made Wednesday herself let out a laugh. But, of course, she had a reputation to maintain.
Her smile, thankfully, was not visible to Enid because of their hug.
Enid, funnily enough, was the first to pull away, taking both of Wednesday's hands and gifting her with one of those lovely smiles of hers.
"It's been driving me crazy! I've liked you for months, Wends, literal months! I thought I had like, no chance, but then you come and give me the most romantic confession I've ever heard!"
Trying to ignore her own blush, Wednesday let out a huff and gave the girl a rather weak glare.
"Romanticism is not something I'm well-versed in, I was just saying what came to mind."
Enid pouted.
"That just makes it worse, that means you're a natural. Why are you so good at everything?!"
With a cocky smirk, Wednesday just shrugged, making Enid roll her eyes and chuckle.
"Just one of the minute signs of my obvious superiority."
"Oh shut up… You couldn't even confess to me until I cornered you. You just played love songs in the middle of the night like a Victorian musician serenading a long-lost lover."
Wednesday couldn't do much more than blush harder and open her eyes wide, her dumbfounded expression amusing to Enid who started to cackle, the accuracy of her teasing remark making her feel… embarrassed.
"You're lucky I found that extremely romantic." Enid gave her a wink that almost made Wednesday fall to her knees. "Which is why, Wednesday Addams, would you be my girlfriend?"
A blink, and Wednesday hurried to answer.
“Such a term lacks the depth of what I truly feel for you, but alas, if that will make you as happy as the prospect of having you by my side for the rest of my mortal existence makes me, then yes, nothing would be more dreadful than being your girlfriend.”
The way Enid’s grip on her hands tightened and her pupils grew bigger was nothing short of exquisite.
“By the moon… It’s like you want to kill me!"
Wednesday's lips slowly curled into a rather terrifying smirk, dimple on full display.
"That just will not do, bellisima . The first murder attempt is reserved for the first anniversary, per Addams courting traditions."
Considering the way Enid's claws suddenly made an appearance, the feeling of them against her skin deliciously dangerous, Wednesday figured Enid probably didn't register anything apart from the Italian pet name.
"You can't just- what did you just call me? Say it again."
With a Cheshire grin now plastered on her face, more than content with the effect she was now noticing her words had on Enid, Wednesday left a small peck on Enid's lips.
" Bellisima . Beautiful."
Enid averted her eyes and cleared her throat, having to take a few deep breaths to finally calm herself down. If Wednesday had her… girlfriend's supernatural hearing, she was sure she'd be able to hear her heart racing.
"Yup. I'm totes screwed! Of course, Wednesday Addams was going to be so good even at romance…"
Another peck, Wednesday shut her up.
"You talk too much."
The werewolf blinked a few times, dazed, having to shake her head right after to be able to focus again. Wednesday was finding all of it rather amusing, suddenly regretting not having done this sooner.
"I'm going to hug you so much you're going to hate me by the morning."
"Is that a threat?"
Enid baring her fangs at her for a second, eyes glowing in the dark, was devastating.
"No. It's a warning."
Perhaps it was her werewolf speed, but Wednesday truly did not expect having strong arms wrapped around her waist and being lifted off the floor by a giggling Enid who decided that it was a good idea to carry her back into the room.
The room filled with Wednesday's muttered curses, Enid's bright and loving giggles, and the more than usual sounds of the completely opposite roommates literally bickering themselves to sleep.
If Thing ended up having all of Wednesday’s bed for himself and had the best sleep of his life, then…
Well, it’s not like anyone would know.