wednesday not giving two shits about tyler’s threats but immediately roasting the tf out of him the second he mentioned enid is one of her top 3 gayest moments
Vision
Enid, still trapped in Wednesday’s body, slipped back into the dorm and noticed Wednesday wasn’t back from wherever she had gone, trying to get them back into their own bodies.
She sighed, the sound lower and sharper than her own, and walked toward their circular window. It had started raining heavily, and she hoped Wednesday wouldn’t take long.
She slid down the window, pulling out her phone and scrolling aimlessly through it. She went from recent messages from her pack mates asking to hang out, which were left unanswered, to her camera roll.
She stared at her most recent picture. It was of Wednesday’s face smiling back at her, dimples on full display. Enid traced the curve of that familiar mouth. She’d never see Wednesday smile like that in her own body. She smiled, glad she could at least keep this one for herself.
She kept looking through her pictures and saw one of herself; she had just finished fixing her hair, colors brightly reapplied, and the addition of bangs framed her face nicely.
A pang of nostalgia twisted in her chest as she saw her face, her own smile, blue eyes, and style. It was a strange feeling she couldn’t explain, but she trusted Wednesday and knew that she would get them out of this soon.
One more scroll landed her on a semi-selfie she had with Wednesday. More like Wednesday reading behind her as she took a selfie, but they were both in frame so that’s what counted. Her finger hovered over Wednesday’s face, and she sighed, “Just a little more…” she whispered like a plea. She closed her eyes as a silent tear rolled down her cheek…
She shook her head; there was no reason to be sad. They still had several hours before the curse took their… “I shouldn’t think that.” She said lowly, placing her finger over the picture to scroll, and it all went black; her head shot backwards, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she dropped to the floor…
An old legend said that the Sun and the Moon were in love but could never meet. One burned with longing. The other glowed with yearning. Forever chasing, yet, forever apart. Until God took pity on them and created the eclipse, so they could embrace in the dark.
Morticia e Gomez vendo pela bola de cristal a pequena armadilha mortal deles passeando agarradinha com a fonte de serotonina deles e lembrando de uma das luas de mel na França que tiveram😮💨
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Y si, soy migajero, y por el momento quiero celebrar esto. En un par de horas volvemos a la realidad. Asi que disfruta esto. Wenclair Canon ctm. 💥