Wenclair One-Shots

You drew stars around my scars.

For @sadesinksimp , I'm not a writer but the prompt was really good so i'm using another prompt and changing/adding to it!

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The scar on Wednesday's midsection likes to tease her. When she stands, it pulls at her skin. Sometimes she's just going about daily life and it randomly burns. Itches madly like insects crawling in her skin.

It's not pleasant. Not like any other pain which sends thrilling shockwaves through her. This is just a reminder of everything she'd been through. It's a special kind of torture, a mix of psychological and physical.

Today was difficult. The Nightshades simply stared, concern glittering in their eyes as spasms overwhelmed her. She tried not to double over in pain by chewing on her lip until it bled.

"Wednesday," Bianca asked curtly. "Are you alright?"

Wednesday dragged the back of her hand against her lips, smudging drying blood on it. "I am fine."

In the privacy of their dorm, Wednesday is the furthest thing from alright. It's the dead of night, Enid is asleep on the bed in her pink half of the dorm, and now that Wednesday is attempting to sleep, the stab wound takes more chances to make her body revolt against her. With every new twitch, her breathing hitches until she's heaving, gasping for air. It feels like being stabbed all over again.

She lets her eyes shut at the sweet release of being between spasms and sees the crypt. Sees the blood pouring out of her abdomen.

Her eyes snap open again. Another spasm. Her lip already aches from being chewed earlier in the day, so she gives in to the pain and rolls over, hands covering the old wound. Somehow, though, this makes it sting more and she seethes, finally gritting out a pained noise.

She knows from the dipping creak of Enid's mattress that this incoherent mutter has made it to her werewolf hearing, even if she was previously unconscious.

"Wednesday? You okay?"

A grunt. Anyone else may have taken this as Wednesday being angry, and about to kill them. Not Enid.

"Okay," she says softly. She stands up and silently reaches over to turn on a light and walks over to Wednesday, who does not budge. Enid, in return, stands over her in unmoving silence. She's learned a lot about her roommate in the past half-semester, including that sometimes, less is more. So she waits for another groan, watching closely as Wednesday moves, whole body tense.

"Are you in pain?"

Wednesday's mess of black hair responds by bobbing up and down ever-so-slightly. Then words, muffled by the mattress. "Yes, you imbecile."

"What's causing you pain?" Enid asks gently as she sits down next to Wednesday.

If Wednesday was uncomfortable with Enid's proximity she didn't say, but groaned again feeling the mattress dip. Nervousness bubbles up inside Wednesday, however she doesn't shut it down. She allows herself to feel nervous as she is yet to disclose the full details of the night with Crackstone to anyone. Slowly she brings her eyes to meet Enid's ocean eyes.

Enid has to do a double take. Never has she seen such vulnerability swimming endlessly in Wednesdays eyes. Her cold dead glare replaced with sullen eyes that look almost lifeless yet sad. However, nothing could have prepared her for what Wednesday was about to say...

"Enid... I-" her voice cracks softly as tears threatening to spill finally break the invisible barrier. "I haven't been completely... honest with you. The night.. that night... well it's sort of taking a toll on me. I can't seem to eat, sleep or think properly since. I feel as though a weight stronger than diamond itself sits in my chest constantly. I have nightmares and not the good kind. I was stabbed and left for dead in the crypt. For being so cold blooded.... I could feel the heat of blood pouring out of me slowly like it was antagonising me. Whenever I bend or move sharply my stomach reminds me of my sorrows. Although healed by Goody, I still feel broken." Wednesday finally breaks eye contact to stare into her lap in defeat with tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

By now, Enid has tears rivalling Wednesday's own. The thought of her roommate going through all this alone and carrying this burden for this long breaks her heart. Enid knows what Wednesday needs. For the first time, Enid needs to be the one to not let her emotions get to her. To be strong for her. Enid takes a deep breath, wipes her face and stands up abruptly causing Wednesday to look up.

Enid scampers off and returns in an instant, something in her hands.

"What is that?"

"A heating pad, silly."

They need not have a discussion over where it needs to go. Enid plugs it in and knows what is ailing her roommate like the back of her hand. She places it over Wednesday's stomach and watches as she relaxes in yet another motion that nobody else would notice.

"Better?"

Wednesday responds by rolling over again, this time to face Enid. The motion is slow. Careful. Then dark eyes soak up Enid's face, scarred in its own right.

"...Does it ever hurt you? Or is it different since you were in wolf form, you weren't really...thinking about it?"

Enid doesn't answer. She knows what Wednesday means by the hurt, and it's got nothing to do with the heating pad. The answer she would have to give if she were honest is not the one Wednesday wants to hear. It's the one that will make her feel more lonely, knowing she took the brunt of the trauma that night and not even Enid could compare to it, overtaken by animal instinct. It was Wednesday taking an arrow for Xavier, Wednesday watching Principal Weems die, Learning Wednesday got stabbed in the Crypt and Wednesday doing God knows what else to make sure the school she "hated" survived. They've never had a full conversation about everything, but today was a start. However It's nights like these that tell Enid that Wednesday is just not ready for it, but that she trusts Enid enough to try. Enid couldn't let her feel as though she was alone in that, though, so she dropped to her knees  in front of Wednesday's bed. It's the closest they've been since the hug.

"It's okay, you know," she says instead. "To be hurt by it."

She watches as Wednesday hitches again, but it's eased a little, and before Enid can think, she's tucking away a strand of Wednesday's hair and softly leaning over to kiss her forehead.

There's indignance inserting itself into Wednesday's features, she's hardening a little as her jaw sets. Good. She's looking more like herself. But then her eyes slide shut again as Enid watches, and it feels as though she's intruded on something.

Wednesday doesn't tell her to leave, though.

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I hope that's okay?