You are my moon (wenclair)

Chapter 1

The end of Enid's first semester at Nevermore had arrived and with it the dread that came knowing she had to head back home. She slowly packed her things back into a suitcase, trying and failing to hide her reluctance and unusual dour mood.

"I can sense your despondency from here," Wednesday stated, slipping the loops of her book-bag over her shoulders and tightening them. Her heavy black trunks were all packed and ready, and she was eager to leave Ophelia Hall. Enid still had a mountain of things to go through, a deliberate choice to delay herself.

"And normally, I do enjoy suffering, but it is curiously placed. Why do you seem hesitant to go back home?" Wednesday asked, in what could almost be considered a delicate manner. Or as delicate a manner as possible for her. Enid felt like she was being interrogated.

Enid sighed. She didn't mind mentioning the truth to Wednesday; after all Wednesday was already aware of Enid's familial issues related to wolfing out. But would there be any point in telling Wednesday? Wednesday wasn't the best at providing comfort.

"Enid," Wednesday prompted when the silence had stretched. Enid folded up one last sweater and zipped her suitcase closed.

"My entire family and I don't have the best relationship. It makes going over for break a chore. It's especially bad with mom because she's disappointed in me about the whole wolfing out issue, among other things."

"What other things?"

Wednesday rarely exhibited curiosity about things that were not directly her interests, so Enid found herself elaborating.

"About my choice in partners," Enid said, wondering how Wednesday would take this upcoming chunk of information. She never knew what to expect with Wednesday. Eventually, Wednesday would have to find out anyways given they were roommates and all. She took a steadying breath before speaking. "I like girls, and she doesn't think I should."

Enid kept her back to Wednesday, so her feelings wouldn't be hurt when she saw Wednesday's reaction.

"Why would she object to that?" was the surprisingly innocent answer. Enid swiveled around on her heel.

"What? You genuinely don't know why that would be an issue?" Enid tipped her head curiously at Wednesday.

"I can understand her concern about your wolfing out since that is important to you being a werewolf, though I do not approve of her methods. However, what is there to frown upon by having a female as a partner as long as they treat you well?"

Enid blinked slowly. "That....doesn't bother you?" she asked, genuinely taken aback by Wednesday's nonchalance. She expected Wednesday to not understand the point of dating a girl much less wanting to date anyone, but Wednesday was almost disappointingly boring about her response.

"Why should it? My uncle Fester's wife tried to murder him and the entire family, my aunt Macaw has had multiple partners of different species and sexes at the same time, and my other uncle married the Statue of Liberty."

Well, that made Enid feel better to know that Wednesday did not care for these sorts of social conventions either. "I wish my mom was cool about it. Ever since she found out, she's been telling me what a failure I've been in all regards." Enid couldn't help but look down at her hands. She clenched them, anger and hurt whirling inside her. It seemed like Enid's entire existence served to piss her mother off and no matter what she did or didn't do, it would never be right.

Wednesday took a step closer, then stopped as if unsure if Enid would want her closer. When she saw Enid look up at her she took another step to close the gap. "I often find that bullies need to be dealt with the only way they understand: through cruelty."