Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 38: One torture ends, another continues, and a new one starts.

Wednesday's pov:

The cool November air blew out the out-of-control flame of desire to jump into your arms and become one off her pale skin. With slow deep breaths, the shade of red was dragged away by the time her mother stood by her side. There her mother thanked you for your support before you left whistling into town as if you hadn't given her a heart attack. Not before giving a brief look of pain seeing her brother hug her for saving their father and her mother showing motherly love. Reminding her that she needed to address that situation with you later. But currently, she wanted to kill you.

You're lucky I'm ill with these germs or else I would've killed you by now Y/L/N. Looking back at her mother she couldn't help but be amazed by her. For the first time, she saw a different side to her kind-hearted mother. Now there was no doubt that all roses, even the dead ones have thorns ready to cut those who wish to rip it away and display it as a trophy. "You were quit impressive in there."

Her mother bows. "Likewise my dear child."

There was a pregnant pause. Wednesday couldn't help but turn away due to how her mother's warm gaze never left her body. "I want you to know that I respect your privacy, therefore I will not ask about you and the Earl. But know that I am happy knowing your not alone and always knew you had it in you to bring those in power to their knees."

THING! Wednesday concludes without evidence as she keeps her face stoic as always. "But when did your visions begin?"

Seeing that her mother would be the best to guide her she gave in. Glad you weren't around to witness but knew you would find out eventually either by reading her like a book or your nosy demonic crow. "A few months ago. Before I left for Nevermore."

"I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me. I know we've had our difficulties lately. Navigating the treacherous shoals of a mother-daughter relationship. But I'm always here for you Wednesday. Always."

For some odd reason her heart felt warm and light- but not in the way it did when she was around you. Like a cross on her shoulders was lifted off of her and she could finally breathe- a sensation that was yet to come when she was around you for she still couldn't say 'I love you'. With a sigh she shook the feeling off and began to explain to her mother her experience with her visions. From how they are activated, what they show her, and the types she gets. She even mentioned about the vision she had when she touched you at the night market (but kept out the fact that it was you).

"Our psychic abilities resides on the spectrum of who we are. Giving my disposition," Mortica begins to smile, her personality beginning to shine once more like it use to knowing that her world was returning to her. "My visions tend to be positive. That makes me a Dove."

Sweat began to form on her palms and the back of her neck. Not once had she seen a positive vision within her eyes. All of them were bad for they were full of death and destruction. In a well clocked desperation she asks what does that make her, someone who sees the world through darker lends. Could it be possible for people to get good and bad.

Her mother shakes her head lightly. "Doves once in a while can get a negative but it's not a bad one. Ravens can get a positive one but that doesn't mean it's 100% true. Like someone surviving a fatal injury. But that person is in a coma- practically dead in a sense. Or someone dies but comes back thanks to Hellish magic- good that their back but bad because now their under a demon's control.... I'm sorry my dear girl you are a Raven. Therefore you will only see the bad."

Her fist clenched and her teeth biting down on each other. You were in two visions! Was she going to witness your destruction by the hands of her enemies?! Or by the hands of another? It didn't matter because she knew deep down she would be the one leading you to it! "Never fear for your visions are the most powerful. But without the proper training they can lead to madness. If I could help you I would but I can't. We're not trained by the living. Somebody of our bloodline needs to reach out to you to teach you-"