𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝟐
((M!Wednesday))
Lilith and the Addams family try to rescue Uncle Fester from his gold-digging wife, who also happens to be a serial killer whose specialty is killing rich men to collect their inhe...
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"𝕀 am so glad we invited the Chippewas to join us this holiday meal. Remember, these savages are our guests. We must not be surprised at any of their strange customs. After all, they have not had our advantages, such as fine schools, libraries full of books, shampoo." Amanda delivered her line with dramatic flair, eliciting a few chuckles from the audience. Her fellow campers, dressed in pilgrim costumes, sat around the table, portraying their roles with earnest enthusiasm.
Gary and Becky, nestled in their hidden spot in front of the stage, watched with pride, script books in hand. Their eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the performance unfolded.
Lilith exhaled deeply, nerves evident in her tense posture. Wednesday, sensing her discomfort, gripped her hand and kissed it lovingly, a silent gesture of support that brought a smile to her lips. Hesitantly, he let go of her hand as she stepped onto the stage, wearing her Native American costume dress, complete with a headpiece and leggings to hide her burnt scars—a mandate from Becky.
Lilith walked with her fellow "Indians," a forced smile plastered on her face. She raised her hand in greeting and spoke, "How. I am Pocahontas, a Chippewa maiden." Her voice was steady despite the underlying frustration.
Amanda's parents, seated on the benches, muttered to each other, "An Indian." They exchanged skeptical looks, and the wife added, "Enough said." They both chuckled, unaware of the tension simmering beneath the surface. Joel, standing next to Lilith, spoke his line nervously, "And I am Running Bear, betrothed to Pocahontas. In the play." He glanced down, avoiding the intense glare that Wednesday sent his way. Lilith continued, addressing Amanda, "We have brought a special gift this holiday feast." With that, Pugsley waddled onto the stage in his enormous turkey outfit, eliciting laughter from the audience. "I am a turkey. Kill me." His deadpan delivery was met with more chuckles.
Amanda responded, her dramatics in full swing, "What a thoughtful gift!" She circled the table, stopping in front of Lilith but maintaining a careful distance. "Why, you are as civilized as we, except we wear shoes and have last names. Welcome to our table, our new primitive friends." The audience laughed again at the absurdity.
Lilith, her eyes flashing with annoyance, forced herself to deliver the next line, "Thank you, Sarah Miller. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Your hair is the color of the sun. Your skin is like fresh milk, and everyone loves you." The words were laced with irony, reflecting her true feelings.
In Lilith's mind, it was Wednesday who was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. He may not be the sun, but he was indeed the moon: cold yet so beautiful, quiet yet so bright in the darkness. His skin was like snow, bringing comfort to her fire. His eyes held so much depth that Lilith could drown in them like an ocean. She glanced at Wednesday, love evident in her gaze, and he returned the look with equal affection. Feeling shy under his intense gaze, Lilith looked away, but she felt his eyes burning into her, a smirk playing at his lips. He restrained himself from rushing to her side and kissing her passionately, knowing the time and place were not right.
