I'm Choking (But I'll Do It Again)

Hiding

It starts the night of their first hug.

Enid clings onto Wednesday like she is her lifeline, and does not let go even as they are herded into the school infirmary that had miraculously survived the destruction. Eventually they have to be pried apart and Wednesday pulls her sleeves down and her collar up as much as she possibly can to hide the growing hives on the bare skin that had happened to touch Enid's all too bright pink coat.

Wednesday crawls out of bed as soon as she's sure Enid's asleep, stumbling towards their dorms, gritting her teeth through the pain as her skin blisters. Thing scuttles after her, nudging the door open and rushing to her drawer to pull out the jar of antihistamines. He wrenches the bottle cap off and pushes it towards her.

Grabbing the pill, Wednesday drops it into her mouth unceremoniously and swallows it dry. As she sits there, waiting for the effects of the medicine to kick in, Wednesday Addams thinks for the first time in life that she wouldn't mind hugging Enid once in a while if it gave her this burning fire within the blizzard that is her heart.

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They don't touch again for months after that. Enid is aware of Wednesday's boundaries and still respects them. It isn't until Wednesday confronts Enid about her break up with Ajax that they touch again. Wednesday comes back into the room, silent as ever. Although, her silent is never quite unnoticeable when Enid's wolf ears are listening out for her footsteps. Except this time Enid is too distracted humming along to the obnoxious music.

Pausing, Wednesday considers demanding Enid turn it down so that Wednesday's ears wouldn't bleed. Yet, even she knew that this wasn't the time to push Enid's buttons despite it being such an enticing thing to do. Yes, Enid was absolutely ferocious in the most delightful way when Wednesday irritated her to a certain point.

"Do I need to nailgun his?" Wednesday looms over Enid, appearing almost out of nowhere, surprising the werewolf so much that she messes up the nail polish she was applying and gives a little yelp.

SImply laughing, Enid replies, "No silly, there's no need to do that." Then she looks back down and continues humming, examining her nails as if she hadn't just broken up with the boy she had been obsessing over for months. As if the whole school wasn't wondering about their break up and the rumor mill wasn't churning.

After a long time of Wednesday unblinkingly studying Enid, she finally caves and looks back up at Wednesday. She frowns and complains, "Wednesday you're in my light."

When Wednesday doesn't move, simply looking down at her as if attempting to solve a murder mystery, Enid sighs, "What is it Wednesday? I can't read minds y'know."

"I want to know why you two broke up." Wednesday looks expectant, as if she had a right to know. In reality, all Wednesday needed to know was who to threaten until they ran away with their tail between their legs.

To her irritation, Enid replied, "That's none of your business, but maybe if you sit down and let me paint your nails too I'll tell you." A fiendish grin graced Enid's bright face. Wednesday had to stop herself from shivering. Anybody who said Enid was just a bubbly personality was wrong. There was this underlying deviousness, and raw power swirling within her that Wednesday silently respected.

Begrudgingly, Wednesday sits down on the bed. "Only if you paint it black." She may care about Enid, but letting Enid paint the colors which she was allergic to her right on her fingernails was a type of masochism she did not admire.

Enid pouts a little. "Aww I had this whole color scheme in head for you though!" Despite Enid's complaints, she pulls out a pitch black unused and unopened bottle, something that Enid would most likely never use herself.