Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 30: Fighting with the Unknown

The song is "Doomed" (Live at the Royal Albert Hall) by Bring Me The Horizon. Maybe foreshadowing- *sips tea nervously*

Wednesday's Pov:

The sound of metal clashing and scratching against each other echoes through the black-veiled fencing room of the academy as the dim light tries to catch up with the two fighters in the demonic domain. A small world just for the two of them to take in each other's presence without the outside world judging or plotting against them.

With a quick swing followed by a kick, Wednesday sees you jump backwards before thrusting your sword towards her face. Your sword barely misses the tip of her nose as she bends backwards. She could sense your smirk, it irritated and excited her at the same time.

With a strong kick to your fist, your sword falters its point. Victory's smirk appears on her lips only to be smacked down immediately for you swiftly snaked your arm around the leg she used to kick and pulled her towards you. Just as she was about to come in contact with your chest you twirl her and grab her hand holding her sword. Forcing her to press the sword close to her neck. Your other handheld your sword had the blade against the other side of her neck- forming a V that threatened to chop her head. Your firm grip over her chest prevented her from fighting or even running away.

"GG," you say, plopping a kiss on her head before letting her go. Making her miss the close proximity.

"The next time you use that or any type of slang I will slice that tongue off," she growls, forcing herself further away from you.

"Really? Last I checked you love mu tong- HAHAH" you swiftly dodge the sword she throws at you.

With a huff she looks away, blushing for the billionth time in the past two hours of the sparring session. For the past week, the burning on her face had become a daily thing like breathing. That and stolen glances. Since the relationship was to be kept in the shadows those were the only ways she could think of showing you that she loved you. Even though she was still confused on what romantic love was. The only place she would be able to explore such emotion in deeper depths was in your room. Your bedroom was the only place where the two of you could spend time together and not have to hide what you had from preying eyes, she would just focus on homework and the case. However, the case was the main thing taking her attention from you.

Every time she came over she would immediately head straight towards the board and case files rather than your open arms. Last night when she snuck into your room you weren't even holding your hands out for a hug. Instead, you held a hand opening the path to the workspace.

Wednesday never thought she would feel the stake of guilt and hurt within her black heart. Hence, she insisted on sparring with you today. Hoping to stab or at least corner an idea of romance to make it up to you. And keep it there and force it to tell her more about itself so she could be better.

Mother and father use to spar all the time back when they came to Nevermore, this should be a good step in courting no? Tightly shutting her eyes as she cleaned her face with a towel, she scorned. I'm not my mother- I could never be like her.

She rubs her face faster. I'm not like her- I don't cling to emotions, force ideas and beliefs down people's throats, I don't need people to feel okay or alive- I can survive without them- I'm not like her-

Flashes on how people always told her that she looked her mother flash before her eyes as she is reminded that her powers come from her mother who can also see the future. The words her mother told her as she showed her the W and M token- "A symbol of our connection"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey- look at me." warmth grabs her hands who are trying to suffocate her with the towel, gently guiding them away from her face to reveal concerned Y/E/C. "Breath, breath, mirror me."