Wenclair One-Shots

you know it's good to be tough like me (but i will wait forever) (Part 2/4)

Wednesday Addams didn't scowl.

At least, not actively. She didn't even really purse her lips, though they were a distractingly pleasant shape. Her face was more often set in such utter neutrality that it looked strange in itself. The nothingness to be read there.

Enid almost jumped when Wednesday entered their dorm with a stormy expression on her face. Even annoyed, she was remarkably quiet in her massive boots, stalking across the room. She didn't sling anything around, but by the exacting control she exerted over her movements, Enid thought she could safely assume that Wednesday was upset.

Though she was a scaredy-cat (one of the most cutting insults the other wolves can call her), she couldn't and wouldn't resist the urge to check in on her most brooding friend. If something was bothering her that much, she'd probably want to vent. Well, Wednesday would never want to express anything, but Enid found that she could be encouraged to at least give her the bare minimum to work with.

Not to mention how Enid felt like she'd been watching her best friend waste away before her very eyes the past few weeks. She won't apologize for being concerned.

"Hey," she opened cautiously, careful not to sound too chirpy. Wednesday was surprisingly agreeable to Enid's loud, exuberant speech patterns when she was in a good mood, but Enid didn't want to test the limits of that right now.

Wednesday didn't say anything back, but jerked her chin at Enid a little – a nod. Enid could work with that.

"You're back a little late... anything interesting happen today?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Wednesday said sharply, more sharply than normal. Enid didn't let it get to her. It was easy not to when she watched Wednesday's nostrils flare and realized just how frazzled her roommate was.

"Sure," Enid replied. She knew better than to push her luck. "Do you want to hear about my day?"

She was sort of joking when she offered it, trying to induce a scoff (Wednesday's version of a laugh) or at least that hardly there twitch at the corner of her mouth (a pleased smile). Wednesday did neither of those and remained silent, which Enid figured was all the reply she'd get, but to her astonishment, Wednesday abruptly replied with a flat, "Yes."

She stared over at Wednesday's back where the girl sat at her desk. She didn't set up her typewriter despite it being her writing hour, and Enid recognized the homework she pulled out instead, but though she was holding a pencil, Wednesday made no move to even pretend to read it. She just sat, silently facing away, waiting for Enid to ramble on about her day.

Enid was, officially, worried.

"Oh, wow," she said, more about the intense rush of concern she felt than anything else. Wednesday's shoulders curled just enough to be noticeable and Enid rushed to go on before her friend got any more shy. "Well, when Yoko and I were at lunch earlier," she began and the words just flowed out of her. She talked about what she did, what she'd heard around campus, even phrasing aloud bits that she'd write on her blog and Wednesday just sat, utterly still, and listened. She didn't say anything or even give an indication that she was listening until Enid paused for a few seconds and Wednesday tilted her head ever so slightly, jolting a little, like she was stopping herself from looking back at Enid.

Enid kept talking.

Eventually, after batting aside her distracted, worried thoughts, she finished, "So, yeah, that was my day."

Wednesday didn't say anything at first. Thing scuttled up onto her desk and signed something out to her that Enid only barely caught a few words of like talk and Enid and safe . That last one, more than her name even, set off alarm bells in Enid's mind.