Temperance; Xavier Thorpe

☆ eight ☆

Roselyn didn't expect to be dragged by Wednesday into following Xavier to an old shed. The Addams girl had apparently needed her to accompany her, informing her that she needed help with the monster case. The goth girl assumed that the witch could pull some cards and help Wednesday figure out more about Xavier's suspicious involvement. Roselyn didn't feel too good about this. She didn't want to wade into water too deep for her to tread water, and the case seemed a little beyond her capabilities (at least, what she could control within the realms of her powers as a witch).

While Wednesday strolled into the shed-turned-art-studio, Roselyn only peeked her head in. Her eyes widened in horror at the countless pieces of artwork, staining the room with images of the monster. She started to hyperventilate slightly, realising this image brought the same feeling as when she touched Tyler. Unable to look anymore, she watched guard for her friend as she looked at whatever she needed to.

As Wednesday was done, Roselyn had backed away slightly from the shed, feeling skittish all of a sudden. Looking to her left, she saw Xavier approaching.

"Roselyn, hi," he looked confused. She would be too, to be fair. "Wednesday."

"Hello," Wednesday stared him down as Roselyn looked towards the shed.

"What are you doing?" Oh no, he sounded defensive.

"Nothing. Roselyn wanted to see you again, and I saw you come out this way. What is this place?" Well, Wednesday wasn't entirely wrong, but Roselyn didn't want to feel like a cover up story. She frowned, biting her tongue.

"It's kind of my private art studio. I cleared it out, fixed it up, so Weems let me use it."

"How very entrepreneurial. We would love to see inside," Wednesday urged, voice lilting slightly. "Why don't you give us a tour?"

He looked around, "Not right now, it's a total mess."

Roselyn tried to smile at him, but it faltered as Wednesday urged on about her unfazed nature to seeing 'mess'.

"Maybe another time. Why were you looking for me?" Wednesday nudged her head towards Roselyn, who was picking at her sleeve again.

"She wanted to talk to you."

The auburn-haired girl looked up, feeling cornered.

"Um... It's nothing, It's silly, really," she hesitated.

"Nothing you say is silly," he smirked. "Tell me. I'm all ears." Wednesday looked bored, watching two people flirt sickening her gut. To her, it was as distasteful as a Disney film.

"Uh, well, you don't really have to do anything, or say anything..." She kept squeezing her nails into her palms. She couldn't choke the words out. "You know what this is about... you're really going to make me ask?" She looked at him with despair.

He gave her a Cheshire Cat smile, "Oh, absolutely."

She exhaled long and steadily through her nose. Nodding in defeat, she looked up to his tea green eyes. "Would you, only if you wanted to, would you perhaps consider maybe going with a certain... fuck I didn't want to ask this so soon," she lolled her head up as she shakily rephrased her sentence as he chuckled at her awkwardness. "Please would you go to the dance with me?"

He beamed, tilting his head slightly with a lopsided grin. "Yes, Roselyn, I would absolutely love to go to the dance with you." She sighed, shaking her head at his teasing. "I thought you'd never ask."

Wednesday already turned around, muttering a "Neither would I," as Roselyn slapped him on the arm for being so teasing.

"Don't make me take it back!" She giggled, moving to look at him over her shoulder as she walked back to campus.