Cold, but odd, the night seemed to hum with the strange tension that often followed Wednesday's haunting cello performances. The final note still lingered in the dorm room, like the echo of something unsaid, when the door flew open.
Enid practically yelled, storming into the house in a swirl of rainbow sweaters and wild energy. "Another gorgon was flirting with Ajax right in front of me!" She screamed, clearly furious. She barely looked up, tracing the neck of her cello with her fingers. "Do you want me to nail the gun to his heart?" she asked, deadpan as ever, her voice as cold as the night outside.
Enid groaned, flopping onto her back. The absurdity of the suggestion made her smile despite her frustration. "No! But thanks for offering." She glanced at her dark-haired friend.
Wednesday added, her face still unreadable, "I could also trap him in a mirror. Gorgons seem to like that."
Lunette raised an eyebrow from across the room, her gaze moving between them. "You two really know how to make a girl feel normal."
The laughter and banter slowly faded, coming from Lunette and Enid, leaving the dorm once again steeped in the familiar quiet that came with the late hours of Nevermore Academy. The moonlight spilled in through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. Lunette's gaze wandered toward the window, her expression shifting as something outside seemed to catch her attention.
A flicker of movement in the trees below—something not quite right. Her eyes narrowed. "Wednesday," she began, her voice quieter now, laced with unease. "Did you hear that?" Wednesday's fingers stilled on the strings of her cello, her head tilting slightly in that way she always did when something was... off. The two shared a brief glance—wordless but knowing. "What is it?" Enid asked, sitting up straighter, her tone instantly more nervous.
Lunette stood, moving closer to the window. "I don't know. There's something... or someone... out there." Before anyone could respond, a low, almost imperceptible whisper filled the room, carried by the wind. It was faint, but undeniably real. The air felt heavier and colder, as if the temperature had dropped several degrees in the span of a second. "I told you," Lunette murmured under her breath, her hand instinctively tightening around the pendant hanging from her neck. "The protection spell was for a reason."
Enid ruffled her hair and walked towards the bathroom. '' Well, I'm going to sleep. I don't need a peeping tom ghost in the room tonight, so close the windows.''
Lunette walked over towards Wednesday and leant down to her ear. '' In case you didn't hear, put the damn cello up and get inside. Don't let the bedbugs bite you on your ass on the way in.''
Wednesday quckily stood up and glared at her. Do it again, and you'll be dead by morning.
Lunette smirked and walked back inside the room. '' I have been for years.''
Enid walked out of the bathroom brushing her fangs. '' How long is this feud going to last?''
''Until she dies,'' Wednesday said while putting her cello back in the case.
Lunette said while grabbing her pajamas for the night, "The same thing goes for her.''
"Well, hurry up and get it over with I need my beauty sleep.'' Enid's voice echoed from the bathroom, followed by the sharp sound of her spitting out mouthwash.
I will think about it," Wednesday said, her voice calm and disinterested as she made her way toward the bathroom.
As she walked past, Enid stepped out of the bathroom in her pastel pajamas, her hair loosely tied back and her face fresh from washing. She spotted Wednesday heading in and playfully swatted her on the shoulder. "Well, don't think too long. You know how I feel about waiting," Enid teased, flashing a grin.
Wednesday raised a brow but said nothing as she disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, the sound of running water and the soft brush of bristles against teeth filled the room.
Lunette strolled in, barely acknowledging Enid's presence. She wandered into the bathroom, grabbing her toothbrush from the counter beside Wednesday.
"You know," Lunette began casually as she started brushing her teeth. "I was thinking... if I had to pick anyone to solve a mystery with, I think I'd choose Enid."
Wednesday shot her a glance from the mirror, toothpaste foaming at the corners of her mouth. "Then your poor judgment is already showing."
Lunette smirked, rinsing her mouth before turning on the faucet to wash her face. "True. But at least she wouldn't suggest nailing people's hearts or trapping them in mirrors."
"She would," Wednesday replied, pausing her brushing. "If I convinced her it was practical."
Enid from her bed groaned dramatically. "Why do I feel like I'm being thrown under the metaphorical bus here?"
"Because you are," Lunette quipped, wiping her face with a towel. "But, in a loving way."
Lunette finally broke the silence, her voice low, almost thoughtful. "I thought you didn't believe in protection spells," she said, her hands still wet as she looked at Wednesday through the mirror's reflection.
Without turning, Wednesday spat out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, her expression unreadable. "I don't believe in most things." Her voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent, something unsaid, lingering in the air.
Lunette turned off the faucet, wiping her face with a towel, her eyes still on Wednesday. "Yet here we are."
Wednesday finally met her gaze in the mirror, dark eyes locking with Lunette's. "Just because I don't believe in it doesn't mean it won't happen."
For a moment, the space between them seemed to shrink, an invisible pull tightening the air. Lunette smirked slightly, breaking the heaviness with her usual sarcasm. "Good to know you're flexible when it comes to life-threatening situations."
Wednesday didn't reply, but the corner of her mouth twitched ever so slightly, the barest hint of a smile.
The brief exchange between Lunette and Wednesday was cut short by the sound of Enid flopping dramatically onto her bed. "You two are exhausting," she muttered, pulling the blanket up over her head. "All this talk of doom and gloom. Can't we just have one normal night?"
Lunette smirked but didn't take her eyes off Wednesday. "Enid, we live with Wednesday Addams. Normal isn't exactly on the table."
Enid peeked over the blanket, half-smiling. "Yeah, but a girl can dream, right?"
Wednesday emerged from the bathroom, her expression as impassive as ever, though her eyes gleamed with something darker. "Dreaming is for those too weak to face reality."
Enid groaned from under her covers but said nothing more, already halfway to sleep.
Lunette, however, wasn't willing to let it drop. She sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on Wednesday. "You never answered me earlier."
Wednesday's head turned slightly, her eyes narrowing. "What, precisely, was your question, Lunette?" Her voice was sharp, like the edge of a knife.
Lunette straightened. "Out there, in the trees. You felt it too, didn't you?"
For a moment, the room was still, the weight of the silence pressing in on them. Then, Wednesday's lips parted, her tone chilling and final. "Something stirs in the shadows. But whatever it is, it will reveal itself in time."
"And when it does?" Lunette asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Wednesday's gaze darkened, her eyes cold and unblinking. "We won't need to find it. It will come for us."
Lunette raised an eyebrow, her smirk fading. "And what do we do then?"
Wednesday stepped closer, her presence like a looming storm. "We show it why it should have stayed buried."
For a second, there was nothing but the eerie silence between them. Then, Lunette nodded slowly, a small, approving smile tugging at her lips. "Of course. I wouldn't expect anything less from you."
Wednesday's words hung over Lunette's head like a cloak; she knew something was coming, but she wasn't sure when. Wednesday stood from her bed, her figure casting long shadows across the floor. She leaned down toward her cello, fingers gliding down the instrument's neck, but she didn't play. Instead, she stood there, gazing out at the moon, the branches overhanging the ground like claws, the trees swaying slightly in the cold breeze.
"You need sleep," Wednesday said, her voice cutting through the air softly, like a knife slipping through water.
Lunette sighed but didn't move. "You're one to talk. Do you ever actually sleep, or do you just stand by the window brooding all night?"
Wednesday turned slightly, her dark eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Sleep is a waste of time. There are far more interesting things to observe in the dark."
Lunette smirked, adjusting the blanket over herself. "Like trees waving at you?"
A hint of something—amusement, maybe—flashed in Wednesday's eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it came. "You underestimate what lies beyond the trees."
Lunette's expression softened slightly as she watched Wednesday's silhouette at the window. There was something unsettling yet oddly comforting in the way Wednesday always seemed aware of things others couldn't see. But tonight, even she looked... unsettled. "You really think something's coming, don't you?"
Wednesday didn't answer at first, her gaze still fixed on the dark forest beyond. Then, finally, she spoke, her voice low, almost ominous. "It's not a matter of 'if.' It's only 'when.'"
A chill ran down Lunette's spine at those words. She wanted to ask more, but her body felt heavier now, exhaustion pulling her under. "Great. Something to look forward to," she muttered, rolling over in bed. "Wake me when the apocalypse starts."
Wednesday turned her head ever so slightly, watching as Lunette's eyes fluttered shut. "You'll be the first to know."
The room fell into a deep silence after that, save for the soft rustling of the wind outside. Wednesday stood still, listening to the rhythmic breathing of her two roommates. Enid was fast asleep, oblivious to the lingering tension in the air. Lunette, on the other hand, shifted slightly in her sleep, her brow furrowing as if her dreams were anything but peaceful.
Hours passed.
In the middle of the night, Lunette stirred, her body moving before her mind could catch up. She rose from the bed, eyes half-lidded, but her expression vacant, her movements slow and methodical. Sleepwalking.
Without a word, she crossed the room toward the bathroom, her footsteps quiet against the floor. Wednesday's eyes opened immediately, her gaze sharp as she watched Lunette move, her dark brows knitting together in curiosity.
"Lunette?" Wednesday called out softly, but Lunette didn't respond. Her figure disappeared into the bathroom, and the sound of water running filled the otherwise still room.
still unaware of what she was doing. The soft click of the bathroom door was the only sound as she wandered back out.
Wednesday watched her, curiosity flickering in her dark eyes. She didn't move, not even when Lunette returned, her expression still distant and unaware. But instead of heading back to her own bed, Lunette moved toward Wednesday, her body drawn as if by instinct.
Without hesitation, Lunette slipped under the covers beside her, but this time, instead of simply lying next to her, she draped herself over Wednesday's body. Her head rested against Wednesday's chest, while one leg hooked over Wednesday's, tangling them together. The weight of Lunette's body pressed down into her, the warmth of her presence undeniable.
For a long moment, Wednesday just stared, her breath catching for the briefest of seconds. This—this was entirely new territory.
"Lunette," she said, her voice calm but laced with dark amusement. "You're either incredibly bold, or you have no idea where you've ended up."
Lunette didn't respond, her breathing even, her body melting into Wednesday's like it was where she belonged. Fast asleep, she was completely unaware of the intimate position she'd settled into.
Wednesday's eyes narrowed as she considered her next move. Normally, she would have shoved anyone away who dared to invade her personal space like this. And yet... she found herself unable to push Lunette off. There was something oddly comforting in the way Lunette's body molded against hers—a strange warmth that coursed through her, stirring emotions she wasn't accustomed to feeling.
Tentatively, she let her arms settle around Lunette's back, the unfamiliar sensation of closeness washing over her. The weight of Lunette on top of her should have been uncomfortable, yet Wednesday found herself relaxing, the tension in her muscles slowly fading.
"This is... unexpected," she muttered, her sharp tone softening ever so slightly.
Lunette shifted in her sleep, her leg sliding further over Wednesday's, her head nuzzling deeper into her chest. The closeness sent a strange, electric warmth creeping up Wednesday's spine, unfamiliar yet not entirely unwelcome.
Wednesday tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes studying the peaceful look on Lunette's face, now only inches away. Her features were softened by sleep, so unlike her usual sarcastic edge. A whisper of something deeper passed through Wednesday, and before she could stop herself, she leaned down just enough to brush her lips gently against Lunette's forehead.
"You're lucky I tolerate you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but there was no venom behind it—just something softer, something Wednesday herself couldn't fully explain.
As the night stretched on, the weight of Lunette's body pressed against her didn't feel like an intrusion anymore. It felt natural, comfortable even. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Wednesday let her guard down completely. Her eyes fluttered shut, and slowly, she allowed herself to drift off, wrapped in Lunette's warmth, their bodies intertwined in a quiet, unspoken embrace.
The moonlight bathed them in soft shadows as they slept, their breaths falling into sync, bound by something neither could quite explain but neither would choose to escape.