Wenclair One-Shots

i don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush (Part 1)

Summary:

wednesday takes advice from a book on how to court enid, instead of just asking her out like a normal person.

it doesn't go well.

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The library of Nevermore was a dimly lit, dusty cavern of a place. With its high-vaulted ceilings, looming bookcases, and creaks that sounded suspiciously like the moaning of ghosts, it posed quite the foreboding presence.

Wednesday loved it.

With its plethora of information on all things gruesome and occult, she often wandered amongst the shelves just to entertain herself.

Today, however, she was on a mission.

With Thing perched upon her shoulder, Wednesday wound through the bestiary section of the library, skimming her fingers along dusty, rarely touched volumes.

"I need something specifically on the social practices of werewolves." She told Thing. "Check the north end, I'll start at the south and we can meet in the middle." Thing gave her a salute before flinging himself off her shoulder and scuttling up the row of books. Wednesday turned and headed in the opposite direction.

She let her eyes graze over the various books that were neatly shelved. Scientific journals, biographies, even personal diaries lined the bookcase, but none of them quite were what she was looking for. A twinge of resentment welled up within her as she kept up her search.

This was all Enid's fault, really.

Ever since the previous semester, when Wednesday had exposed Laurel's nefarious plot against the school (and subsequently watched Enid go toe-to-toe with a hyde to save her), her feelings towards the girl had been... different.

While she had felt little more than vague indifference and the slightest hint of kinship (more than slight, but she'd never admit it) with her roommate before, things shifted after that night. She'd like to say that it was just the sight of Enid's monstrous werewolf form that had drew her in, but it was a lie. While that was definitely a contributing factor, she couldn't deny the way her entire world tilted on its axis the moment Enid had embraced her.

The relief she saw on Enid's face struck her like a lightning bolt. No, she had been struck with a lightning bolt before. This was more potent, more intense.

More meaningful.

Wednesday had never had friends before, had never had someone who had such a vested interest in her continuing to breathe and grace the world with her sardonic attitude and general apathy.

At first, Wednesday wrote it off as her feeling indebted to Enid. The girl had saved her life, of course it was only natural to feel like she needed to repay it. At least, that's what she told herself to justify all the little things she did for Enid. Making her coffee, leaving her notes (It is raining out. Do not forget an umbrella or you will get sick. I abhor the sound of sniffling. -Wednesday), walking her to class. She even agreed, however begrudgingly, to listen to the entirety of the newest album by someone named Taylor Swift. Why the woman felt the need to include her speed within her name was a mystery to Wednesday, but nonetheless she sat and listened patiently as Enid animatedly told her about every song, pointing out her favorites and going on about something called 'Gaylor'. Wednesday had no idea what any of it meant but nodded along anyways.

It was when Enid had come stomping into their room one afternoon, hurling herself onto her bed with a loud sob about Ajax that Wednesday had been forced to reckon with her feelings. Mostly the fact that they might be leaning away from 'indebted and trying to repay it' platonic and more towards 'you're crying because you and your boyfriend broke up and it feels like I just won the lottery' romantic.