wednesday was completely absentminded to the effect she had on you. she was like a siren, in that you could not resist her charms.

you saw her in everything. in a wilted flower, in a stormy night…

and yet, your attempts at her heart were only shot down. you’ve learned a lot in your defeats; what she likes, what she hates, but all of it is useless when her heart is locked behind a thousand keys.

“your attempts at chivalry are lost on a soul as blackened as mine.” she chides, looking up at you with those damnable eyes.