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love will have its sacrifices

Summary:
Enid finds out that Wednesday doesn't like Halloween. Once she overcomes her shock, she decides to do something about it and make sure that her girlfriend can actually enjoy "spooky season" the way she should.

"What do you mean, you don't like Halloween? Shouldn't that be, like, exactly your kind of thing?"

Enid was completely flabbergasted, there really was no other word for it she could think of. The thought that Wednesday Addams of all people would dislike a holiday as dark and spooky as Halloween was so strange that Enid would have thought she was joking or trying to play a cruel trick on her if she hadn't been as good at reading the miniscule changes through which Wednesday showed emotions as she was.

Many people thought Wednesday didn't have any emotions at all and that she never joked, but Enid knew better than that. Sure, Wednesday hid it well but she did actually have a sense of humour, even if it was a strange and very dry one. Now, though, she was serious and even looked almost offended by the mere implication that she might not be and her voice carried even more emotion than her face would likely ever show.

"Modern Halloween celebrations are a bastardisation of various pagan tradition, most of which would be far more interesting to partake in than whatever it is you are planning, based on the belief that the barrier between the land of the living and that of the dead disappears for one night a year and on the fear of evil spirits passing over into our world. Even the early American interpretation, which included children setting fires and rioting in the streets, is closer to those ideas than dressing up in silly costumes and asking strangers for sweets the way it is commonly done today. Besides, I would much rather spend that night not socializing with anyone now that I will not be able to attend my family's annual reunion that takes place the same night since I will be stuck here, at school."

It was rare because she valued self control over almost everything but sometimes when Wednesday talked about something she was passionate about, her voice shed its ambivalent tone and filled with an intense enthusiasm that made it impossible not to eagerly soak up every word that passed her perfectly shaped lips. Enid considered herself incredibly lucky that she was allowed to witness these passionate rants possibly more than anyone else.

For a long moment after Wednesday was done talking, Enid just stared at her with clear admiration radiating from her eyes while her mind slowly processed and categorized all of this new information. When they had first met, Wednesday would have taken Enid's silence as her spacing out instead of continuing to participate in the conversation but that was before she had really gotten to know her. Now, she understood that Enid just sometimes needed a moment to let her brain catch up before she could response to what was essentially a lecture on whatever Wednesday was currently interested in.

Enid appreciated that more than she would ever admit, even more so when Wednesday moved over to Enid, who was sitting on her bed, and placed herself next to her, close enough that their arms were touching and their hands were close enough together that Enid could easily take Wednesday's into her own to squeeze it like it was a stress toy.

When they had first gotten together and Enid had been allowed more physical contact with Wednesday after yearning for it for months, she had tried to hold back some of her enthusiasm, worried that she would accidentally harm her girlfriend. After less than a week of far-too-gentle touches, Wednesday had pulled Enid into an empty hallway between classes and demanded that she stop holding back. Since then, Enid had been squeezing and biting as much as her heart desired.

Against all odds, Wednesday not only let her do it but even instigated their contact occasionally, though most touches exchanged between them still started with Enid reaching out for her girlfriend. By now, this had become such a regular occurrence that both girls barely even noticed the way Enid played with Wednesday's fingers while she figured out her response.