~Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair~
Season 2...
Wednesday returns to Nevermore for her second year. The second semester of last year was canceled due to Nevermore needing to be rebuilt.
When Wednesday returns she finally comes face to face wi...
Once back at the mansion, I said hi to Ichabod, and then I made my way into the house.
Once I shut the door I yelled out...
"Father...!! I summon you...!" I whisper shouted so that house could carry the message to my idiotic father.
The Addams Family Mansion Spirit adored me for some reason and always did everything at my request. My first partner in crime.
Soon enough I heard my father scurrying down the stairs.
Gomez's outfit:
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"My dear little storm cloud! Whatever do you need on this miserable morning?" My father asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs
How fucking predictable is he?
How is he my father?
My blood?
My creator?
The man who molded me into the girl I am today?
I will never understand this mystery but I also wouldn't dream of another father.
I threw my drench coat into the coat hanger, as The Addams Family Mansion Spirit made sure it landed gracefully.
I grabbed a fencing an épée fencing sword and tossed it at my father who caught it in a backflip.
One thing we do share is we both love our acrobatics...
"Father, I challenge you to a match in the ballroom." I told her sternly with a deadpanned face.
I quickly grabbed my own épée fencing sword before closing our gap.
"Challenge accepted my dear viper." He told me sternly before lunging her sword at me.
We fought each other on our way to the ballroom doing acrobatics off walls and other furniture pieces along the way.
The match was silent other than a few snarky comments back and forth.
Ultimately it was a tie before Father finally asked "What's on your mind?" He asked subtly as he bowed representing a stalemate as they were constantly neck and neck with each other and tying.
I didn't reply to him and just gave a respectful bow back. I believe I respect my father the most out of my family. To much of my dismay, he is least like me.
"Shall we go to my study?" He asked me inquisitively.
This would be vastly helpful.
I threw my épée straight into the bin full of fencing swords from me and my father's matches. He closely followed suit with this action before leading the way to his study.
Once we arrived he sat in his chair wall I sat across from him...
He poured a top-shelf bottle of red wine into two glasses for us, understanding that this was not of the normal for me and only did this when something serious happened.
