Wenclair One-Shots

you drew stars around my scars

Summary:

But, a new emotion stirs in Wednesday. One that is fighting to be heard, she can feel it climbing up her throat. It's filled with brutality, but not in a violent way, no–even worse.

In an honest way.

"Your scars, they're radiant." Her voice drops even more. She almost fears Enid didn't hear. But the blonde snaps upright in bed. Her face is still red and wet with tears. The concealer is gone and Wednesday's gaze softens seeing the markings.

Maybe being honest is what Enid needs.

Or the one where Enid is insecure about her scars and Wednesday adores them.

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Enid grimaces as she notes her concealer is definitely not full coverage. The ugly imperfections just seemed to stand out even more and, for once, the last thing Enid wants is to draw attention. She huffs loudly and takes out another make-up remover.

"The chemicals in those wipes will eventually eat away at your skin and leave gaping holes in your face." Wednesday throws out over her shoulder, her typing resuming after a beat.

"Would they eat away at these nasty scars?" She groans as she shuffles through the fifty million concealers she bought. Okay, fifty million might be a stretch.

She doesn't expect Wednesday to respond back and she doesn't, she continues to type away instead. Her stomach twists and she can feel the disappointment bubble up. She knew Wednesday wouldn't offer up anymore to the conversation, but her own delusions were hoping that she would.

Ever since last semester, Enid has noticed something is off with them. Nothing super obvious, but there's almost like this weird tension that is constantly following them. She notices it whenever she catches Wednesday staring at her for a moment too long. Or when they brush by each other. Or late at night as Wednesday finishes her cello session and silently climbs back inside, taking extra care not to slam the door or creak any floorboards.

She can't exactly tell when it formed. Over the break, they had exchanged phone numbers, still a super weird thing to say–THE Wednesday Addams has a cellphone. And they had actually talked often, often enough that if the broody girl would have just downloaded Snap they would probably have a killer streak by now. But, there was never ever any weird tension on the phone or through their texts. It was always so easy, Enid never had to be someone else or keep herself toned down.

So no, it wasn't anything said during the break.

Even on their first day back, nothing weird happened. Sure, Enid was beyond excited to see Wednesday, like 10x more excited to see her than literally anyone else, but it made sense! Wednesday is her best friend and roommate. That and they only got to hang out for a weekend during the break. Which was so not enough time for them to be together in Enid's opinion.

But even that weekend, nothing happened that would create this tense air around them.

A small light goes off in her head.

Well, except when Wednesday was boarding her plane. They had said their goodbyes and Enid had to restrain herself from wrapping the Addams girl in a hug. It always pained Enid that Wednesday did not like to be touched. She respected it but, touch is Enid's love language. She couldn't imagine going through life and not hugging the people she loved. So she had to hold her hands behind her back and just give Wednesday the brightest smile she could and told her about a million times how much fun she had and that she would miss her. If she couldn't have physical touch, she could at least shower Wednesday in verbal love.