wednesday looks down at the sand between her toes. she pushes her foot down, watching it sink into the earth, before slowly pulling it out again.

the beautiful view of a clear sky, a beaming sun and a lively beach couldn’t stir wednesday from the respite of her umbrella’s shade, and her new novella. nothing else, at all, could interest her…

who am i kidding?

you. the reason wednesday addams is being such a recluse is because she’s at a beach with you. now, wednesday had known you were conventionally attractive ever since you were made roommates, and it had never bothered her. she, apparently, didn’t care for such ‘fickle appetites.’

but right now, she’s starving. you’re tanning, which naturally requires a bikini. what you decided on was, seemingly, two pieces of string.

it’s not like wednesday is overdressed either, your relentless begging had managed to whittle her down to a bikini and shorts. but you were almost indecent!

so, no, she won’t be moving from this shade, because the heat might fully melt her brain.