Wenclair One-Shots

Sweet, Sunny, Poison (Part 2)

Enid was sitting on her bed, facing wednesday, who stood deathly still - an act she usually enjoyed, but felt deathly uncomfortable, meeting Enid's deeply questioning gaze.

The blonde looked at the two plastic bottles in her hands, before looking up. "Willa, you know if you ever wanted to dye your hair like mine, you could just come ask me for advice!" Enid chirped in that strange, enchanting tone she took whenever she was being adorably genuine. Wednesday shuddered internally, before noting an additional symptom in her mind's notebook: Unwanted Intrusive Thoughts. Wednesday scoffed, rolling her eyes with only a small flush giving her present state away. She was near Enid, so of course every symptom was in full swing, leaving her struggling to keep a terrible, cursed blush from noticeably spreading.

She was failing quite unacceptably.

"No. I do not, and will never, wish to taint my hair on such a spiritual and metaphysical level as you have. That was not what I was investigating." In the confused silence that followed, Wednesday Addams, of all the people in the world, broke her stillness to shuffle uncomfortably as she spoke.

Enid cocked her head to the side, much like a confused puppy, put on that little pout she did when she didn't understand something. It made Wednesday's heart flop in the most soul sickening way. Another disgusting symptom, unlike any allergy she's ever had - and that's a special feat, considering the breadth of her experience with them

"Then... what could you possibly have been doing... smelling my hair dye? It's probably a really bad idea for you to do that, probably killing your precious brain cells. " The blond rambled a little, again in that questioning little lilt that brought the blush back. Wednesday paused, for an almost imperceptible second, before firing back. "It certainly can't be any more effective than the moments I spend with you, Enid. But, if you have to know, I was assessing if I had any allergic reaction to the substances. Clearly I do not. Which is mostly frustrating, if I am entirely honest with you.

At another silently cock of the head, and a high pitched whine, one that would not have been noticed save for Wednesday's superior perception, the girl in black sighed deeply, before continuing. "Enid Sinclair, I believe that, through the mysterious power of my traitorous immune system and its many weaknesses, you are poisoning me and slowly driving me completely insane. Is that a full enough explanation for you, or do I need to hold a lecture on the matter?"

Another incredibly long pause.

"Willa do you... do you think you're... allergic to me?" Enid struggled, visibly, not to laugh.

She was failing quite unacceptably.

"It is not funny that I am being so deeply impaired by your presence when you insist on gracing me with it at every available moment." Wednesday spat, mostly feeling something approaching confusion at here 'Roomy's" reaction. This was a serious matter, and there was nothing humorous in it. Other than the suffering of another person, obviously, but she knew Enid didn't have quite enough bloodthirst in her massive, polka-dotted heart to find that funny.

Enid finished stifling her laughter, although she still spoke in that awfully cute tone she did when she thought something was funny. "I definitely don't think you're allergic to me. First, my hair dye is hypoallergenic. I didn't really do it intentionally but I just happen to like the specific color of the brand. And you've only ever been near me when I was shifted once, so it can't be that you're allergic to Furs, as well as... I don't even know if that's possible? I've never heard of that in my life."

Wednesday's brow furrowed even further. She disliked being thought of as incorrect, especially while there were no other options at hand. "Alright, if you're the expert on allergies, then you describe to me what's precisely happening to me." Without giving Enid a chance to respond, she flipped out her small black journal and angrily snapped it open. "Whenever you are near, my pulse rises, my face becomes hot and develops a rash, I have regular stomach and heart spasms, my hands perspire profusely, it becomes difficult to focus, and I am unable to avoid strange thoughts about you from filtering into my head. What do you make of this phenomenon, if it's not a disease, poison, or allergy.