Wenclair One-Shots

I Wanna Make A Colour No One Else Has Seen Before

Summary:

Wednesday Addams loathed colour. It was a god-forsaken notion that only existed to cause migraines and loss of vision. But, in moments such as then, with Enid crouched before her, Wednesday supposed she could make an exception.

OR

Enid needs help with her painting.

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Wednesday Addams loathed colour.

She despised it so much, in fact, that she had twisted her mother's fond affections into a threat of fatal allergy simply to keep her blinding roommate away. To be honest, Wednesday herself was not too sure if it was true or just a ruse - she had avoided the mere prospect of colour for so long, let alone touch it.

But, on the extraordinarily rare moment where she had to choose, she could possibly select one colour - Enid had claimed there were 7 main categories, but to Wednesday they all appeared like a million glaring headaches - that she hated slightly less than the others.

"Wednesday!" Enid waved her purple plushie in front of the goth girl, pulling her from her rampage of clacking keys. Wednesday grew rigid before the typewriter, hands hovering motionless above its surface.

"Enid. This is my writing time."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but I really really really need your help!"

Wednesday paused. Considered. Sighed. Turned her chair to face her irritating parasite of a roommate.

Her dark gaze was instantly drawn to the splotches of paint freckling Enid's cheeks. For some baffling reason, the sight softened her anger slightly, like a worn-down blade.

"What do you need?"

Wednesday had to restrain from the urge to shield her eyes at the dazzling smile that bloomed upon Enid's features.

"Thank you, roomie!" She cooed. "I'm having trouble with painting I mentioned earlier - the one for art class?"

"Why would you choose to indulge yourself in such a meaningless form of education?" Wednesday's monotone words confirmed her recognition.

Enid ignored the girl's quip, instead approaching the easel set up on her side of the room, beckoning for the goth to follow.

"What colour should I use for your eyes?" Her tone was silky.

Wednesday's breath caught in her throat as she laid her attention upon the painting. Anyone could see it was done by an amateur - the dark lines wobbly, colour seeped into areas it shouldn't - but that wasn't what slowed her step.

Nor was it that Wednesday herself was the subject of the painting. She knew the assigned task was to paint a fellow student, and she had endured Enid's constant pestering for a reference photo. But rather, and Wednesday detested the thought, it was the choice of colour.

Vivid yellows brought out the highlights to her complexion, oranges and greens swirled through the midtones. Blues and purples emphasised the shadows and the ebony of her braided hair. Wednesday was certain her retinas would take years to recover, but once she was able to examine the portrait closely, even she had to admit it managed to portray the image quite well.

The only white space left was her eyes.

"Help me mix a colour!" Enid waved a messy paint palette before her, a smug little smile playing at the corner of her lips.

Wednesday gritted her teeth, glaring at the assortment of hues before her, tucked neatly into small capsules. "None of these vision-assaulting monstrosities could possibly depict enough murderous intent."

Enid shifted closer, and Wednesday could now feel the heat radiating from their near-touching shoulders. She hummed nonchalantly. "Well, pick your favourite colour, then,"

Wednesday narrowed her eyes, casting a glare towards her companion. She would do no such thing, despite the pleading hint to ocean blue eyes.

She would do no such thing.

Wednesday huffed, scrutinising the seven capsules of paint nested beneath the easel. "Fine. Define favourite."

Enid blinked. "Uh, well, choose a colour that speaks to you. Like, makes you feel calm or happy," she added at the goth's unimpressed gaze.

Wednesday sighed, looking again at the rainbow of paints. Immediately, she was drawn to red. It sparked favoured memories, such as watching her victims bleed to death before feeding them to her menagerie of pets. However, the colour did not fit Enid's description of... feelings. It encouraged her homocidal tendencies; her boiling rage and scalding malice.

Her ebony gaze scanned the rest of the available options. Red was too vicious. Yellow was too vivid. Orange was a pathetic combination of both that could not choose a side. Green was too organic. Blue was too unpredictable, both the colour of sunlit sea and nighttime sky. Purple was too...

Wednesday considered.

She glanced at Enid, extending a tentative hand and grimacing internally when she retracted at the last moment. Enid, though, looked pleased, reaching out and plucking the capsule from its nest.

She dipped her brush into the viscous liquid, but Wednesday stopped her with a rare wrinkle of her nose.

"It's too vivid. Make it darker."

Enid glanced at the painting, composed entirely of purely saturated colours. It wouldn't fit, but, she supposed, that could bring out the aforementioned 'murderous intent'. She dolloped the purple upon her palette, and whisked yellow through it with swift strokes of her brush.

"Yellow is the worst colour." Wednesday expressed her discontent.

"Yes, but it is also the complementary colour to purple, and will dilute it." Enid explained with a giggle. "I suppose art class isn't as meaningless as you thought,"

Wednesday recoiled as she felt wet bristles upon her nose. Enid grinned at her, features sly, brush poised in her hand.

"Whoops. I slipped."

The goth parted her mouth, ready to spit some scathing response that would knock the wind out of her infuriating friend, but Enid had already turned, addressing the painting. Filling in the white irises with dabs of her brush, she pulls back, examining it theatrically.

"Perfect!" She exclaimed, tossing her materials to the side with a sharp clatter. "Thanks, Willa!"

Wednesday glared at her from under her lashes, arms folded across her chest. Her eye twitched at the nickname - or, rather, at the strange warmth to her cheeks.

"Oh! Let me get that for you," Enid pulled out her handkerchief, crouching before the shorter girl and wiping delicately at the tip of her nose. Wednesday snarled as she battled with the sudden rush of adrenaline and fluttering within her chest. She settled her dark gaze on Enid, kneeled before her.

Colour was a god-forsaken notion that only existed to cause migraines and loss of vision. And while Wednesday would always stand by that sentiment, there seemed to be the scarce moment where her preferred greyscale would be unfitting for the situation.

And she thought, as Enid smiled up at her with the luminescence of a thousand suns, that she could possibly make an exception.

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Author - inkdippedquill
https://archiveofourown.org/users/inkdippedquill/pseuds/inkdippedquill