Wenclair One-Shots

Miscommunications (Part 2/2)

Enid was assessing the situation. Earlier that morning, she had woken up to a giant tooth on her lap, placed by her roommate, most likely.

The tooth in question was huge and sharp, almost certainly belonging to an animal bigger than Enid (well, in her human form, anyway). It was saber-like and not serrated, so she ruled out it being a shark or anything closely related. It was large, so not a bear or wolf. Enid's best guess was probably a saber-toothed tiger, which went extinct long ago, so unless Wednesday had stolen the tooth, it was probably something she just had casually. Enid shuddered, remembering the next interaction. Wednesday had just woken up in her bed, her hair out of its usual braids as she brushed it while sitting up. She'd locked eyes with Enid and smiled, her eyes wide in the way that showed smiling was not something Wednesday was very good at. Enid looked back at the long, sharp tooth.

Wednesday was trying to kill her, she was certain. This confirmed it. This was the first sign that Enid's bloody death was closer than she had thought. But why? All Enid has done was confess her love to her roommate and then gotten immediately friendzoned after avoiding her for like half a week. Well, okay. Maybe Wednesday had a point. Enid would want to kill Enid too. But really, friendzoning as a cause of murder? She hoped Wednesday wouldn't be ridiculous enough to do that. Enid hummed as she got out of bed, gingerly picking up the tooth and placing it in her desk drawer. A flash of- disappointment? -passed over Wednesday's face as she watched Enid hide the strange gift.

She quickly regained her cool demeanor, watching as the blonde yawned and opened an eye to look closer at her desk. She froze mid-yawn, staring at the top corner of it. Her eyes were fixed on a small black rose, resting on top of it. Its stem was covered in thick thorns. She looked back over at Wednesday, who flashed some teeth at her in a sickly, small grin. Shit . Enid was definitely going to be murdered. She'd messed up somehow- maybe by avoiding the girl, maybe by liking her in the first place, but nevertheless, Enid had done something, and now she was going to pay the price.

As they walked together to their first class, Wednesday seemed in unusually high spirits, which for her meant her eyebrows weren't furrowed constantly, and her eyes were a little brighter than their usual dullness. Basically, she only looked like she wanted to commit mass genocide a tiny bit. Enid frowned at the injured wrist that she kept tucked at her chest, which had wobbly pink hearts on the cast. It shouldn't be hurting still, if Enid knew anything about humans. Plus, the nurse had informed Wednesday that the Addams family usually healed faster. That was...odd. It would only be still injured if Wednesday was running around in the forest again. Judging by the late times Wednesday had been coming back at recently, she most likely was. Probably out there plotting Enid's untimely demise. Her thoughts were interrupted by Wednesday reaching out with her good hand, her finger gently brushing against Enid's. Enid squeaked, stopping herself from flinching away. She quickly regained her composure, feeling anxiety gnaw at her insides.

This was not good at all.

Enid crossed her leg over the other during lunch break, sitting on the steps in the quad in front of a pillar. Her ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps. She identified everyone by their footsteps. These ones were strong and temperamental, sure of themselves. That, paired with the click of heels and the smell of ink, old books, and blood, identified the steps as belonging to none other than Wednesday Addams. Enid's heart skipped a beat, though she wasn't really sure if it was from attraction or sheer terror. She raised a hand, tentatively waving in her direction, and Wednesday's eyes seemed to shine as she identified Enid. Then sat down on her knees next to the other girl. Enid resisted the urge to giggle at the action- she'd previously caught Wednesday trying to make herself taller. Even sitting down like this, Enid was just about level with her. Wednesday acknowledged her with a tilt of her chin, pulling out a black paper bag from her backpack. Enid swallowed, inhaled, and then started shakily,