Temperance; Xavier Thorpe

☆ six ☆

When Wednesday Addams entered The Weathervane, Roselyn felt off. She walked over to the girl at the counter with Xavier.

"Hi! What are you doing here?" she asked, wondering if Wednesday was supposed to be on a break.

"That's what I was just asking," Xavier raised his brows with a light smirk, looking at the other girl for an answer.

"I deserted Pilgrim World while my sanity was still intact."

"Oh, don't blame you. I don't know why you chose to swap for that place, it seems too... not you," Roselyn chuckled, moving to grab a mug.

"You want a coffee? Ros has been teaching me how to make her killer foam art... Say yes, it'll make her happy," Xavier added, squinting his eyes at the goth next to him as Roselyn had her back turned.

"No. I'm actually here for Tyler." Roselyn looked up at the sound of his name, concerned.

"I told you he was bad news." Xavier urged, Roselyn wondering how he knows the weird normie.

"Twice. But who I speak to is my business," Wednesday didn't even bat an eyelid at Roselyn, who went by ignored. The chestnut girl instead took a sip of the latte she made in advance for Wednesday, passing it over to Xavier when she noticed his angered face.

When Wednesday rang the bell, Roselyn scurried to the other side of the coffee shop; she didn't like being near Tyler if she could help it. So, steering clear, she observed how the girl and the ominous boy interacted. She didn't want to go in all guns blazing, telling Wednesday about the frightful feeling the boy gave her. The plaited girl seemed to enjoy his company; she had to restrain herself from ruining their acquaintanceship. Or relationship. Whatever the hell was going on there. She'd have to get her tarot cards out that night and figure out what to do.

Listening in, she overheard that Wednesday planned to go to the original pilgrim meeting house. Luckily, Roselyn wore her Docs. She didn't mind getting them dirty, but if she had any other kind of shoes on, there would be no way in hell that she would follow the girl into the eery woods.

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Xavier had decided to accompany the little witch as they went to see if Wednesday was alright. Her crazed obsession with the monster irked the girl, making her worry for her safety. As it rained, Xavier kept an umbrella over the two of them.

"Why do you seem to care about her, anyway?" Xavier started, digging his hand into his pocket.

Roselyn frowned. "What?" She looked over at him. "We're friends, friends look out for one another, don't they?"

He huffed, looking around for the girl before gazing down at the girl under his umbrella. "Don't friends also reciprocate the favour? When has she ever helped you out? Would she go into the woods to make sure you're okay?"

It seemed to strike a chord in Roselyn. Would Wednesday Addams, the girl who always wanted 'out', who only ever asked for favours for her benefit, would she do the same for Roselyn? Or Enid? Or were her moments of 'kindness' really just alignments of motives, the Poe Cup for example. Wednesday claimed that she only participated so she could get back at Bianca, not to help Enid when she was in despair.

Perhaps, just maybe, she was naive. Roselyn never had many friends growing up, her family dissuading her from getting distracted from her witch potential. Was what she had with Wednesday really friendship? Or was she just clinging to someone like a servant, not living for herself? When she was with Enid, they seemed to have a balanced power dynamic. There was a form of equilibrium with how they treated one another, so why couldn't she have that with Wednesday?