Spell It Out

What Words Won't Describe (WWWD)

Beginning Note: I imagine Wednesday's dress to be like the one she wore in the awkward dance with her cousin Lumpy Addams in Addams Family Values

Enid looked ready to crawl into a dark hole somewhere in fear, when Morticia suggested holding an impromptu engagement party for Wednesday and Enid with the entire extended Addams family in attendance.

For Wednesday's part of the act, she rested her chin in her palm with a bored expression as she played with the steak knife with the point pivoted on the table and a single finger on the rounded part of the handle.

"Are you sure? I mean I'm not... really like an Addams", Enid replies, cautiously. Despite her reluctance, Wednesday can hear the hope blooming in her voice.

"Nonsense, you'll fit right in," Gomez replied.

"And if anybody dares to say otherwise...", Wednesday interrupts, showing a toothy, murderous, glinting grin as she takes the knife and stabs it straight into the table so hard that the knife bends.

"I love when you talk like that", Enid murmurs, her eyes practically turning into hearts. It scared Wednesday the pure amount of love that Enid simply radiated. Perhaps too much. Wednesday didn't want Enid to give up everything for love.

Except, it was so hard to voice that, to say that she cared about Enid too much to let her do that. "I hate when you talk like that", Wednesday stood up, looming over Enid.

Enid stood herself, making herself as tall as possible, looming over Wednesday as much as she could. "You love me." Her grin was wolfish, almost chilling.

Wednesday's heart was in her throat at this point. Enid took Wednesday's breath away in the most deadly of ways, but she would rather live forever (such a unenjoyable idea, Wednesday looked forward to death) than be caught admitting she loved such a fluffy werewolf. So instead, Wednesday simply turned on her heel and marched away, Enid skipping after her like a loyal puppy.

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If somebody had asked Enid what she felt when Wednesday had shown up at her door the evening of their engagement party Enid would answer that she was fairly certain she had certainly died, because there was no way that Enid would've ever seen Wednesday look so beautiful and threatening at the same time when she was alive.

Raising a brow at her reaction, Wednesday holds out a hand. Following her instincts, Enid leaps forward instead to loop her arm around Wednesday's other arm, brushing against the no frills dress that Wednesday wore. In fact, it reminded Enid of Morticia's normal attire with the way it fit her form. It was simple, yet fit Wednesday so well in a chilling fashion. Enid's dress was the entire opposite, frills of the dress squishing against Wednesday as Enid leans closer.

Giving a reluctant seeming sigh, Wednesday asks, "Ready?"

Enid knows better than to take Wednesday's tone negatively. If Wednesday truly found her a bother she would've cut off Enid's limbs already. The fact that Wednesday had asked if Enid was ready meant that she didn't just have a soft spot for Enid, but truly cared about Enid's feelings about this whole ordeal. While it may seem like Enid was forced into this, she was also excited about the prospect of officially being accepted into the Addams family.

Taking her silent thinking as a no, Wednesday turns her head a little so that they are much less than a breadth away from each other. "Normally you shouldn't, but for tonight I must ask that you trust me."

Laughing at that, Enid shakes her head. "Too late. I've been trusting you all along and I'm not going to stop anytime soon." She watches as Wednesday's lips give the smallest twitch, and knows that Wednesday is moved and amused by her words.