Wenclair One-Shots

You're Not The Disappointment

Summary:

Morticia comes across a sad Enid while the girl pays the Addams Family home a visit and immediately has her Mother™ instincts kick in.

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Morticia was strolling quietly through the halls— on the hunt for Kitty to do his nails —when a figure on the second floor balcony caught her eye. She took a step back in front of the door and peered through the glass to see the bright and fluorescent shape of their houseguest, Enid.

Ordinarily Morticia would be happy to leave guests to enjoy the gorgeously dreadful landscape that stretched out below to their own solitude, but something in the girl's posture made her pause. She'd only known Enid for a scant few days but evidently that was long enough for the woman to tell that something was amiss.

The young wolf was leaning forward against the iron railing, head bowed and shoulders hunched up nearly to her ears. There was the barest tremble to her form that Morticia doubted was simply from the ever brisk wind that liked to wind around the manor like a great serpent.

A flicker of light caught her eye and she observed Enid's mobile telephone, left abandoned on the small table behind the girl, flicker to life with a word glowing upon its surface; 'Mom'. It must have made some sort of sound because the blonde tensed until the glowing faded away again.

"I see my daughter isn't the only teenager to ignore calls from her mother," Morticia quipped as she stepped out onto the balcony, softly closing the door behind her. Enid jumped and tried to discreetly wipe at her face before straightening up and turning to face the older woman; her usual bright smile back in its rightful place, if on a little crookedly.

"M-Mrs Addams, hey! What uh, what brings you here?" the blonde asked before blanching, "I mean– it's your house, what am I saying, you can go wherever you'd like! Did you need the balcony? I can go– I'm sorry, I should have asked–"

"Breathe, Enid," Morticia advised with a soft smile, moving to stand gracefully by the young wolf and gesturing demurely for her to remain where she was. "If there was anywhere in this home you weren't meant to be, the House wouldn't let you."

"Oh," Enid said quietly, the barest hint of a blush glowing on her cheeks. Her brow furrowed slightly, "Wait, the House? Is it, like, a smart house or something?"

"Mm, I think it would prefer 'wise'," the woman grinned, sparing the building a fond glance before refocusing on the girl. "My point is that you are our guest and are more than welcome to make yourself at home."

The wolf smiled at her, closer to a real smile now, "Thank you, Mrs Addams."

"Think nothing of it. And please, do call me Morticia."

"Only if you call me Enid," Enid grinned before her face scrunched and she thwacked herself on the forehead, "Wait, you already do."

Morticia chuckled softly at the girl's antics; but her smile— both of theirs —drained away as Enid's device made a chiming sound, making the girl flinch once again. The blonde threw a look the older woman couldn't quite decipher at her phone before turning her back on it, staring off at the horizon again.

Morticia mirrored her stance, though she never took her gaze off of the girl. She tried to tilt her head in such a way as to get a better look at the wolf's face, but Enid turned her own head slightly so she backed off.

"Is everything all right?" she asked; not really expecting much of an answer, but what kind of a hostess— what kind of a mother —would she be if she didn't atleast try? So she was surprised to witness Enid's shoulders jolted upwards once as she gave out a single dark bark of a laugh.