her whole life, wednesday has resented her mother, or at least morticia’s…joy. her softness, her vitality, her…enthusiasm for life all irked her in the wrong way. she could not become like her.

and so, she refused to. she refused to act even the slightest bit like morticia. in that effort…she became gomez. how?

go to nevermore. check. meet a girl. check. fall hopelessly in love and roll over at every possible moment? check.

she’d rather choke on her words than vocalise them, but she fell hard for you. god, she’s even seeing why her mother is so happy. she’s in love, and now wednesday has been cursed with such an affliction.

the scene is strangely, but not uncomfortably, domestic. you had initially been driven to madness by wednesday’s cello, but now it’s a white noise you can’t live without. like hearing a lover’s snoring in the night. she can feel your eyes on her.

“you’re looking.”