Wenclair One-Shots

Aftermath (Part 2/3)

When Wednesday tries to go over the events of the night, she is surprised by the fact that "solving the mystery and defeating an ancient evil" doesn't quite compare to whatever happened to her life since she agreed to let Enid sit beside her in bed. Somehow they ended up hugging, somehow she ended up not hating it, and somehow they lost track of time enough for Wednesday to start worrying Enid would fall asleep in her arms and then worry much more about the way she doesn't find that thought repulsive at all anymore.

"Enid?" Wednesday speaks up carefully, in case the other girl is, in fact, already asleep.

"Yeah?" Enid answers immediately, somewhat sleepily, but still cheerful as ever. She even tries to snuggle close to Wednesday while she waits for the girl's next words

"Would you be upset if we... put an end to the hug? Now? Please?" Wednesday says, not proud of the way the swords stumble past her lips gracelessly.

"Oh!" Enid blurts out a little exclamation of surprise. She takes another moment and hugs Wednesday just a little tighter, savoring the moment. But when she lets go of her, she's smiling, even laughing. "Yeah, no problem. I'm surprised you even let me hold you so long. So, I'm not complaining, trust me."

"I like to complain. Often and viciously. It's one of my preferred hobbies," Wednesday says, and then, choosing to hold her head high as she is once again defeated by feelings she didn't know she was capable of, she adds, "But I suppose I'm not complaining on this occasion either. I'm surprised, that's all."

Enid laughs again, a sweet and disbelieving sound. "Oh, I'm beyond surprised," she says with evident amusement. She shifts in place, bouncing a little on Wednesday's bed now that she's finally allowed to take a seat in it. Then, struck by an idea, she asks Wednesday, "Wait. Which part is surprising to you?"

Wednesday takes her time before replying. She's staring at Enid's easy smile. It looks like Enid doesn't even have to make an effort to keep that bright little grin of hers in place. It's fascinating. It warms Wednesday's heart, almost but not quite enough to hurt, which is a middle ground she could learn to appreciate. Similar to torture. But much better.

"I had never experienced the urgency to make someone else happy," Wednesday admits. Then she looks down to study her hands for a moment. They seem perfectly normal to her, which is why she's so thrown off by the impulse she feels to reach out for Enid, willingly, to touch her face, to trace her soft features with her fingertips, feel if the soft skin of her cheeks actually heats up when she blushes as she's doing right then.

Wednesday's words make Enid look down too. She giggles a little before saying, "Shit. I... Um. I was so not prepared for you being... so..."

"What?" Wednesday inquires.

"So romantic ," Enid says, grimacing in advance at what she's sure won't be a positive reaction from Wednesday.

Effectively, for a moment, Wednesday looks as if Enid had just slapped her across the face.

"But in a good way!" Enid rushed to say, holding her hands up in surrender. "Or in a bad way, if you prefer! Wicked and cruel and so very gloomy... romantically."

There's a brief moment of awkwardness while Wednesday looks utterly confused and Enid fears that she's about to get kicked back to her side of the room. Fortunately, they are interrupted by a strange noise.

In the blink of an eye, Wednesday pulls out a knife from under her bed and Enid pulls out her claws. But the sound turns out to be just Thing, returning to the bedroom and pushing what seems to be a large bowl filled with water.

"What? How did he manage that?" Enid wonders, tilting her head to the side and missing the way Wednesday's lips twitch fondly at the sight of the gesture.