Lillian never had strong roots growing up, she preferred to spread her wings and fly but when the Addams family took her in everything change. After Wednesday and Lillian's expulsion from their school they find that their new academy is not what it...
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｡･:*:･ﾟ★"Not angry, I could never be angry with you.":*:･ﾟ☆
Lilith
"Lilith." The urgent, deep tone has something in the back of my mind waking up. Like a memory. "Lil."
I want to answer but I can't feel my lips. Feel anything more than the warmth suddenly pressing against my forehead.
"Fuck." That warmth slides down the side of my face, curling around the back of my neck. "For fucks sake. Eldi?"
The anger in the tone has me desperately wanting to apologise. I know I've done something wrong, I've screwed up – bad – but I can't seem to tell them. Can't say sorry. The best I get is a low whimper that means nothing.
"Hey." Softer. The voice is so much more gentle now.
That's good. I don't want to upset them. It's my fault, they shouldn't be suffering for it. That warm pressure I felt appears again, on the side of my cheek. I lean into it, the soothing warmth delicious against my cold skin.
I feel myself shift, being moved and warmth wraps around me, englufing me in something soft that smells so familiar.
"I need you to open your eyes."
I want to... but I'm tired. So tired.
"For me. Please, Eldi."
I think I would do anything to hear that comforting tone, so different and calming. My eyes flutter, fighting to open and see. Green spots flicker before me, floating in a sea of white.
"I need you to wake up."
A sigh escapes me, for a second that heavyweight leaves me.
"There's my flame." Relief coats the even softer voice. And I relish in the care. It's going to be okay now. My vision flickers and swims as I fight to wake up.
"Sweetheart?"
I flinch.
Where the hell are you going Sweetheart? After everything, this-
Panic claws at my throat, only Sebastian calls me Sweetheart. It's his name for me. I try to move. My hands reach up to claw at him, fear making me shake when he only catches my flailing arms. I desperately tug, trying to get away from him. My head violently whips around, desperately searching for something, for anything, an escape, an excuse, someone.
"It's me." He pleads. "Eldi, it's me."
Eldi.
No one calls me Eldi except-
"Xavier." I croak, movement ceasing.
I blink some more, taking in the man before me in his hazy state. Images flash before me as my eyes flicker. Brown hair. A sharp jawline. Concerned green eyes that are staring at me with such trepidation. But it is Xavier.
