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She thinks the universe gives her a break due to the amount of soul crushing revelations she makes. The way in which the rest of their evening goes off without much of a hitch.
When they get there she finds her father adjusting the Christmas lights on the house. Again.
Another reminder of how close Leo was to getting home. Her mother was a perfectionist and it extended to giving them all random tasks to ‘spruce up the place’ for guests. Even though Leo of all people knows the state of their den at its worst.
He was there for the first eighteen or so Christmases of his life, technically.
“You good up there, gramps?” Charlie calls up as they head back into the house.
Their dad was using his werewolf agility and strength to hang off the roof. A hammer in his spare hand, he gives them all a look with his grayish orange beard. A lot more effective and spry than normies his age that spend hours on a ladder making home improvements.
“Hey, how was the trip? I hope you brought your mother a croissant, cause she’s been craving it,” Their dad calls down. He makes a face while talking about his wife’s demands.
Enid just holds up a brown bakery bag and shakes it. Murray gives them a thumbs up as they head back inside. It’s so eerily easy going, from the way her brothers greet each other to the her mother giving a damn when she enters along with Charlie.
“Hope you showed our guest a good time?” Esther whispers to her, after checking her pup over. Enid’s jaw clenched and her smile and nod tight.
She’s never gonna get used to that.
Wednesday standing idle by her side (close enough that the back of their hands keep grazing) helps. Though, knowing what she needs to know and even more glaring—what she wants…it makes electricity, like sparks go up her back.
Every time they touch.
Every time they naturally do something that has someone (be it her mother, her brothers, the universe itself) giving her those knowing eyes and her wolf frolicking around its mental cage in contentment.
Even dinner goes perfectly fine. No direct mention of her and Wednesday’s relationship status (or lack thereof) and mainly focused on Venus and Charlie’s engagement. Her mother even has him choking on a bone at the askance for grand puppies.
Enid’s just sighing in relief at finally not being the topic of discussion. Makes it easier to digest her dinner. For better, or worse as she definitely doesn’t miss being in the hot seat once upon a time for not wolfing out.
Or her new found status paraded around like it’s something they’ve always done.
Now, she’s allowed the time to actually think. Decide what to do with the last week’s worth of information—starting with the most important thing she hasn’t set right. She even sneaks some texting in under the table, desperately trying to come across not like a total bitch.
(Delaying the inevitable I see.)
More like trying to be tactful. Considering how pressed she was to date him, it's a little ironic how easy her wolf thinks this would be to end things. As if she was the only party affected in the end.
(Do you believe everyone to be as blind as you?)
She’s sure she pulls a face at that. On the outside, as they all sit at the table. Thankfully, even Wednesday seemed to be tuned in to the wedding conversation. Likely due to her new need to immerse herself in werewolf culture, but regardless it works to her advantage.
Ajax deserved something in person.
The next best thing was the modern innovation otherwise known as Facetime.
He had been eerily calm in regards to her sudden message asking to ‘talk’ after radio silence for most of the week. On top of her erratic behavior for a majority of the month she’s been back home. The omitted information that grew into piles and baggage that she didn’t know how to unpack in a safe way. Or, how all of it even came to be.
Well…thats not entirely true, but…
Nothing about her most recent semester at Nevermore had been predictable. Premeditated (apparently), but not in any way she could’ve guessed without the arrival of Wednesday that fateful morning. Ironic that one of the first people she found herself introducing the seer to was the very boy that inadvertently would come between them.
Granted, like most things in her life at the moment…she had done this to herself. After promising herself she would no longer fold to the wishes of others, she finds herself more in need of some sort of validation than ever.
“You’ve something to tell me,” Wednesday announces very suddenly. After they head back to her room post dinner and bidding everyone goodnight. And Enid can only play dumb, even as those dark eyes narrow.
She pauses only briefly, as she had been preparing to slip out as she had been nightly to go change. Spend some time out back after, to bathe in moonlight too. Just this time she wasn’t planning on talking to Yoko while she did so.
“Uh…what makes you think that?” Enid asks a question in return. She holds her pajamas in hand, along with her toiletries. “Aren’t you gonna get started on your writing?”
Wednesday crosses her arms and doesn’t drop her accusatory stare.
“I’m feeling uninspired suddenly,” The seer replies. Then, she takes a bold step forward, “You were uncharacteristically quiet during dinner. I would argue that I had more to say about your brother’s wedding venue and date options than you did. Where as that leech you speak to has been frolicking around with that siren girl for less than a year and you’re extremely vocal about being their future ‘maid of honor’...so I repeat. What aren’t you telling me?”
Ok, so maybe Wednesday was watching her more than she thought. And for…way longer than she would’ve guessed, honestly.
(She is our mate. She is naturally attuned to our every move, as we are with her.)
Funny, considering she feels even worse at reading Wednesday now than she did when they first met.
“I...just had a lot on my mind,” She lamely explains. “I’m probably gonna put on a good playlist and sit in the bath to clear my head.”
Not unusual behavior from her. Wednesday looks no less satisfied in hearing it.
“Then, you’ll be pleased to know I’m choosing to forfeit my writing time tonight in favor of studying,” She reveals. Next comes Thing crawling from under her bed with a familiar looking book in his hand. Wednesday takes it with a pleased hum and thanks.
“Where did you…” Enid squints at the book, getting closer to read the cover and confirm her suspicions. “Is that from my den? How the heck did–”
“An extra hand doesn’t hurt,” The seer quips. Then, much softer–like, almost shyly, she looks to her feet for a moment. Then to Thing, who gives her an encouraging thumbs up. Enid watches bewildered, up until Wednesday’s suddenly looking up at her through her lashes. “I was…looking to inquire on your…perspective in regards to some of your pack customs I may be ignorant to.”
Had her eyes always been so doe shaped? Her lips perfectly arched and full—
Regardless, Enid feels deep concern at how her friend was obviously struggling with her words. Then, the more she’s beating around the bush, it makes her brows furrow. Was…was she…?
(Yes, silly girl, our mate wants us to join her in her studies. She wants to know more about our pack.)
Well, that last part would need a little bit more ironing out if (and thats a big if) the two of them actually start dating, but…
“O-Oh!” Enid’s eyes widen. Wednesday looks expectantly at her, as she awkwardly grips her pajamas. Well, there goes her plan for privacy. Normally her roommate would’ve jumped for joy (in her Addams-y non reactionary way) at her leaving the room during this time of day.
Come to think of it…Wednesday hadn’t asked to be away from her even once this whole time. Even sharing her bed and sitting so close to Enid she may as well be glued to her side. Bad enough her family already sees them as a package deal—mates.
(Ours. The moon has chosen.)
And Enid’s seeing more and more everyday exactly why.
She bites her lip for a moment as she decides how to tell her that she’s about to break up with Ajax over Facetime, because of ancient wolf junk and her personal feelings that she’d been ignoring.
“But…you’ve some prior engagement or duty, correct?” Wednesday replies in her stammering and awkward shuffling. “I’m assuming it has something to do with your brother’s arrival?”
“Not technically–I mean, I’m still anxious about it, yes, but I had something more…pressing?” She can barely look at Wednesday. A far cry from when she was pacing and freaking out about her and Ajax’s first date. Back when she was spilling her every thought at drop of a hat.
Back when she was still telling herself the eagerness to be close to and know the seer was strictly platonic. Or, more delusionally, just someone she was ‘intrigued’ by.
That her natural pack mentality and loyalty is what brought her back. What made her invite Wednesday in the first place, when she hadn’t spoken a word to her alleged boyfriend aside from telling him goodbye and sneaking a kiss. It had been quick…because she had been glued to Wednesday after everything and felt the need to rush back.
Even though she was never asked.
But, thats what friends do, right? At least…it used to be a hell of a lot easier to call it that.
“I was also gonna call Ajax…” She admits. Its like a weight lifted off, but in tandem she feels as naked as she is after transforming. Especially when Wednesday looks…
“The gorgon boy?” She asks with a scoff. Her hands go her sides and her expression scrunches up in an adorable display of disgust. “I didn’t think you the type to poke a stick at a dead snake, considering how squeamish you are.”
“We’re technically still together,” She replies defensively and automatically. Her eyes bug out at her automatic denial, so used to fighting with the wolf in her brain. “B-But not for long, though!”
She almost drops everything in her hands as she reflexively tries to hold her hands up to placate the way her not-so-secret crush looks to grind her teeth. She knew this look–the way her hands bunched and those boba-shaped eyes narrowed into something much more sinister.
Wednesday often reacted in subtleties. Hints of emotion that she knew the seer did her best to disguise with a frown or dead eyes; Enid knew better.
It both terrifies and excites her…Wednesday is displeased with the fact that she’s still talking to Ajax.
“I see,” The seer says after a long while. She clears her throat, looking down at Enid’s full arms again, before she gets another dangerous look. “You’re not being forced or blackmailed…are you?”
“Omg–no!” Enid holds back a laugh at the thought of Ajax’s weed-brain scheming something as intricate at this. “Its not like that, I just…I was kinda procrastinating on it? I know that sounds like really bad, but I didn’t wanna like…idk, hurt him? I guess I probably am regardless, but…”
“I should’ve figured no one who lacks the self respect and drive enough to call their group ‘stoners’ would be capable of a hostage situation,” Wednesday quips. Enid feels the weight on her chest lift a bit more at the seer’s attempt at being light hearted. “May I ask what prompted these…feelings?”
The emphasis on the word is not lost on Enid; in fact she knows well enough to confidently say theres more to it than simply being ‘above’ them. Wednesday genuinely wanted to know about something she’d otherwise call trivial–something she claimed to prefer less than poison.
(Confess to her while we have the chance!)
Can she break up with Ajax first? Maybe?
“A lot of things—so many things,” Enid laments. At Wednesday’s nod and unrelenting stare, she continues. Abandoning any idea of a relaxing bath, she sits on her bed, while the seer sits at her desk. The comically pink chair against her black palette does little to quell how nervous she feels now. “My wolf for one thing, because she…she kinda hates him? Or–hate is a strong word–”
(No. Hate it not a strong enough word. I would rather face another decade of inactivity than speak to him again.)
Again, mind you, Ajax has done nothing but exist.
“Is that also why you keep spacing out?” Wednesday interrupts her mental scolding. “Unlocking your wolf has possibly altered your hormone distribution. On top of your natural instincts.”
Thankfully it sounds more like scientific intrigue than suspicion. She has even less of an idea of how to introduce the whole ‘the wolf in my head is in love with you and has claimed you as my forever mate’ thing…
“Uh, kinda?” Enid has a hard time meeting her eyes. “More so things just make a lot more sense. Almost like…opening my eyes to things that were there all along.”
Her desk was located not that far from her bed. And Wednesday had moved the chair closer to listen. Enid doesn’t notice until she’s actively holding back her flustered blush at talking around her new found feelings. And the way the seer’s foot lingers next to her own.
“I can understand the feeling,” Wednesday replies after a few beats. In a tone that Enid didn’t want to read into, if she wanted to ease the guilt in her chest.
/
Texting Yoko before calling Ajax quickly becomes a mistake. The vampire just teases her on the fact that she hadn’t ‘wolfed up’ and done this after the last time they talked.
Yoko: wait..
Yoko: STILL 😨
Yoko: YOU DIDNT DUMP HIM YET????
Enid groans to herself, happy she decided to have this convo outback, with little ears or prying eyes. She has been sure not to cross paths with her family members and did good to ensure she was alone. She takes a glance at her last texts to Ajax.
Me: Can we ft later?
Me: Its rly important
Ajax: tonight? Ofccc 😁
Ajax: was wondering when u were gonna txt
Me: tonight works ya!
Me: also srry for the no response my brothers all just got back in town 😭🥲
Ajax: I saw on insta lol
Enid swallows, feeling her shoulders ease at her excuse being believed. Thankful for the first time in a while that her brothers went to the same school as her and they weren’t far apart in age. And that her hyper online behavior wasn’t just a her trait. She knew the twins to have a decent following—some of them girls that honest to God try to talk to them through her.
She’s always tempted to tell them what it was like growing up and trying to do laundry with their piles of BO covered jerseys, pants and pads in the way.
“Hey! Long time no effing see,” Ajax’s smiling face is like a jump scare. She feels bad for cringing, creating this awkward smile ad wave combo in return that she hopes doesn’t give her away.
“Ha, yeah, uh—about that…” She wished the shadowed moon above would swallow her whole.
(Keep delaying the inevitable if you want, silly girl)
Its called tact not avoidance. On top of the fact that everytime she gets her thoughts together they spill out her hands like papers gone flying.
“You ok?” Ajax asks in concern. Crap, that meant he was not only sober, but alert. “Did Addams bring spiders in her luggage or something?”
“No, she knows I hate—wait…” Enid feels her heart stop the second her brain catches up with everything. “You know about Wednesday being here?”
She does a poor job at sounding like she wasn’t totally hiding that information from him and everyone else. Luckily he looks to be walking through his own his own house, barely looking at the screen in that moment.
“Oh, yeah I saw it on your brother’s story on Insta,” He mentions. She sees him enter what was probably his bedroom, as its a lot quieter and he shuts the door behind him. “I kinda figured thats why you were so distracted. But, don’t worry I know not to intrude on ‘girl time.’”
He one hand air quotes, grinning to himself like he had cracked some kind of code.
(This brain dead boy was meant to wear our mark?)
In Enid’s defense, at the time she cared more about approval. Having a popular, yet elusive boy on her arm didn’t manage to make her mother proud but she did feel less lonely.
(When he shows up that is…)
Ok, he totally apologized for that! She’s just happy the school didn’t take the bus she sliced up out of her tuition.
“You’re…well, you’re half right,” Enid’s voice awkwardly lifts at the end. She bites her lip in nervousness, “Remember when I said that I was worried that wolfing out would make me change? Or-or lose the parts of me that made me…me?”
After she had seen Wednesday off, she had found herself alone with him. Felt like part of herself was missing, even with a physical body embracing her. She had thought that maybe it was her body changing and hormones adjusting. It filled her with irrational fear, after spending so long making peace with possibly never wolfing out at all.
She went from being Enid the half-breed to Enid the Blood Moon wolf in blink of an eye.
“Of course,” Ajax confirms. “And I meant it when I said I’d still care about you even if you came back with pointy ears or like chest hair, or something.”
She snorts at the thought of being stuck in a half state. The Hollywood version of her people was always more human looking than wolf, but she blamed that on normie ideology.
“Ok, how do I put this…” She starts slowly pacing around the back deck. A hand on her hip, she braces herself for her first retelling of her fated situation. “My wolf, she’s…she’s been sorta talking to me?”
“What do you mean…talking?” The gorgon boy furrows his brows.
“Talking as in ever since I wolfed out, I essentially share a brain with her now too.” Enid admits, more begrudging purely because she’s thinking of being at odds with the beast inside for most of the month.
“Like, voices in your head?” Ajax questioned.
“Kinda how no one can understand your snakes but you,” She explains. She already feels weight lifting from her in revealing her wolf’s existence to someone who’s not also a wolf and/or related to her. “She’s in the back of my head constantly, or like a devil on my shoulder. I feel like I can’t even blink without her telling me her opinion on it!”
(If not for me, our mate would be six feet under.)
Yet another indicator of how overt some of the signs were. Of course, after years of feeling bad about her lack of ability, a crush on a girl she’s not even aware of fuels her into transforming. After finding out that the boy she’s on the phone with had lied to her face.
(A dishonest mate is not worthy of us.)
Enid finds it a bit harder to defend him on that front.
“Tough crowd,” Ajax jokes. Then, more hesitantly, “Hopefully I can win her over?”
Her wolf rumbles low, threatened and slighted at the implication of warming up to someone that wasn’t her pack, or who she really wanted.
She coughs, almost afraid that he knew. That part of him could tell that her heart was elsewhere, or maybe it was written on her face the same way it was willed by the moon. Her own wolf had known the moment they met.
The need to be close. To be liked. To be something to Wednesday Addams, even if it was just cordial.
“Thats…not possible,” Enid’s eyes drop to grass, then to her phone screen. “She…she already knows what she wants. I found my mate, Ajax.”
“O-Oh…” She sees his brown eyes fall. Nothing dramatic, more disappointment. “I guess that, uh…it makes sense now why the picture your brother posted said it was a ‘double date.’ I, uh…I had thought it was a girl thing—like when you call Yoko your girlfriend. You’re not…have you and Yoko ever…?”
“OMG, no!” Enid denies furiously, face heating up even more. Before amending, “Not like…seriously or anything.”
Ajax makes a face but spares himself in not asking further question.
Dammit, Charlie!
“Also—It wasn’t a date-date. More like a me figuring my shit out kinda thing so I could have something to actually tell you.” Enid tries to explain her avoidance in a way that wouldn’t br taken the wrong way. Like she didn’t care.
Only, Ajax purses his lips. He looks off, gears and cogs turning in his head like he's making sense of things. And Enid honestly feels bad, because she never meant to lead him on. She’s about to say that, but then—
“You know, Bianca would make a lot of jokes about you too having some kinda…thing going on.” He muses, saying it like shes not even there. Enid scoffs, mouth agape at the accusation.
“Why would she—actually, of course she did.” Enid rolls her eyes, “She was so salty after the Poe Cup.”
Ajax awkwardly coughs, “I dunno…”
Enid's eyes narrow at the implication that the Poe Cup era hadn't been cut throat and led by the annual rivalry between her and the siren team.
“Whats that supposed to mean?” She growls, her wolf a little bit too happy to come out and spook him. The gorgon boy flinches, looking like he regrets even starting this lane of conversation.
“Wednesday was...ok look, she was mean mugging the hell out of me during that kayak race, every time I looked at you.” He reveals, after a bit of hesitation. She sees the snakes quivering under his hat as he rubs his neck. “And I didn’t even give a crap if we won!”
Enid flashes back to he way the seer had commanded her to keep her eyes straight and stay 'focused'.
"And...she told me she'd chop off my snakes and send them back as a new pair of boots if I told you, but...after the Rave'n when we got back together she woke me up at knife point and told me if I ever stood you up or hurt you again she'd--well, you can fill in the rest. So, I'd say she's pretty, uh...protective of you." He sheepishly ends, shoulders shivering like he got a chill of cold air.
"She did?" Enid asks, rhetorically because its so specific and violent that it couldn't be anyone else. She tilts her head back, hand through her hair and wondering how a girl can be so out of touch with her own feelings. “Did literally everyone know before me?”
“Well, I mean its just sinking in for me, but…” He throws up a hand. “Aren’t you supposed to be the one up to date on the gossip?”
“Its not usually about me,” She whines. The double edged sword to being in everyone else’s business, she supposed.
“So…are you and Wednesday like a-a thing now?” Ajax asks next, not sounding like he’s nearly as heartbroken as Enid had feared. He even sounds genuinely curious, in a weird sort of way, if not only because they're exes as of two minutes ago.
“Thats a good question, isn’t it…” She mumbles to herself. “Not yet…but its not out of the question. I dunno…and I feel bad even talking to you about it.”
She refers again to the fact that this was meant to be a break up conversation, rather than two friends catching up.
“I asked, so,” He shrugs. “Well, you just dumped me…what’s stopping you?”
”Don’t say it like that,” Enid tries to defend herself. “And…well, its Wednesday Addams. Werewolf courting is complicated enough as it is and I wanna make sure I do it right.”
She just wants to do one thing about this right.
“Don’t Addams like stuff to be not right?” Ajax counters. “I got the gist of the whole kooky, spooky, unconventional thing when she snuck into the Nightshades meeting.”
“The same one I wasn’t invited to,” Enid quips semi-bitterly. Yoko apologized profusely and promised to bring her back some fancy beef and fish from Japan.
Still didn’t make being lied to sting any less.
“We’ll call it even, how about that?” Ajax retorts, referring to the current subject of conversation.
Oh..right.
Enid clears her throat, “Fair enough.”
“Point is…I think you’re doing the whole courting thing ok,” Ajax concludes. "I have the death threat to prove it."
Short of saying thank you, because of this impossible situation. Enid appreciates the advice from her ex more than he’ll ever know.
“Are we still…friends?” Enid asks softly, with trepidation.
That title didn’t make her wolf nearly as mad. She didn’t love it, but Enid wasn’t cruel. She felt indebted, like she had the last push she needed to talk to Wednesday. And the gorgon boy on her screen looks briefly taken aback. Like he hadn't expected Enid to want to keep talking to him.
“I think we can be…eventually,” Ajax answers, after blowing air from his mouth.“I just think I, uh…need a minute?”
“Maybe after the break?” She asks tentatively. He nods, smiling before giving the camera a wave.
“Maybe…have a good night E.”
“You too, Aj.”
(It is time. We have left our mate restless and waiting for long enough.)
Enid bobs her head, feeling far more determined than she had before. Ajax had all but given his blessing; not that she needed it per say, but the knowledge of how Wednesday had been looking out for her (and without being asked!) had her heart swelling and her wolf simpering more than she already was.
Her ears naturally attune to the girl's heart beat, she lets herself listen to the soft beats. Eyes lol up to her bedroom window that faced the backyard, shocked when they meet a pair of brown.
Wednesday's eyes widen immediately, her fingertips on the windowsill and bangs that soon disappear as if they hadn't been there at all. The only proof being the way that the heartbeat she'd been tracking starts going crazy.
She had totally just caught Wednesday peeping at her!
Enid continues to look up at her own window, lingering where the seer’s head had been peaking. The glass cracked just so, like Wednesday Addams of all people was one to be invested in gossip. It made no sense in any other light than the one of the Moon they were currently under.
“You’re right,” Enid whispers to herself. Her wolf may have had a point about waiting...
/
When she walks in her bedroom, she’s got her hands on her hips and she’s holding back a grin. Trying not to be too obvious about how amused she is about Wednesday trying to eavesdrop on her conversation with Ajax. If not only because of the way her eyes had widened.
And how Enid could hear her heart rate spike: when she had initially seen her in the window and again the second she reached the half way point up the staircase.
It desperate;y tries to lull and sync up with how eerily steady her roommate’s breathing was. The way she sat at Enid’s desk with the book she’d had earlier, slowly turning the page before she looks up as if nothing had happened.
(She is swift, stealthy…she will be the perfect hunting partner.)
Hmph…speaking of—
“How’s the studying going?” Enid asks when Wednesday doesn’t immediately look up. As if she didn’t hear her purposely heavy footsteps and throat clearing. The seer was alone, oddly enough. Things whereabouts were the last thing on her mind at the moment, though.
“Its been very enlightening, actually,” Wednesday replies evenly as ever, meeting her eyes as if she wanted her to be aware that she could. Enid hums, letting her believe that she’s not gonna press it. Hands behind her back, she steps closer and smiles wider at the ever racing pulse she still hears.
“Were…you on the chapter about the wildlife closest to the edge of our backyard, or…?” She cocks her head teasingly, watching the way her roommate flustered; grumpily huffing and closing the book she had been using to mime.
“No, actually I was brushing up on my knowledge of werewolf anatomy and major arteries,” Wednesday replies warningly. Enid raises a brow in challenge. She leans over the girl and her book, eyeing her from above with a mischievous grin.
“Oh, I see…it wasn’t you I caught peaking at me outside, then?” She watches the girl’s movements intently, ears still keen to her heart beat.
And it was going so fast, Enid almost felt breathless as if it were her own.
Her roomie is as stubborn as ever, standing to her full height. She winds up standing so close—eye to eye with Enid in a way that she could taste her breaths. Straight to her brain, waking the beast and its craving.
(Embrace her. Need her closer. Her touch. Her lips. Her kiss—)
Enid feels her own pulse start to jump at the way the proximity riles her wolf. Because…Wednesday’s looking at her with hooded eyes. She’s not backing away, or making comment on the lack of personal space currently. She even speaks softly.
“I was simply making sure I didn’t need to make a quick trip out with my rifle,” Wednesday finally replies.
Enid swallows at the sheer intensity of it.
“OMG, no! Its not like that at all. We talked about it and things ended very amicably,” She’s uselessly rambling. Trying to both defend Ajax from an untimely death and not make a complete pariah out of herself trying to confess. She even dares grab the seer’s clenched fist, “That means no traveling across state lines with assault weapons…again.”
She keeps it light, joking. Wednesday hasn’t broken eye contact, or forced her to remove her hand from hers.
“That is up for deliberation.”
“Seriously, everything is fine between us!” Enid insists, “If anything…I’m the one that hurt his feelings by dumping him.”
For you, remains unspoken. At least for now.
(Time is ticking. The Moon is waning.)
But, before she can say anything, Wednesday beats her to the punch.
“Then, he’s even more of a foolish burn out than I originally thought.” Wednesday muses, murmuring the insult. Enid takes pause from fighting with her wolf to let it sync in. “He never deserved you.”
And in another life, this is all she’s ever wanted. This ease in banter with Wednesday. A bestie and roomie to go to with relationship issues. It may have even been easier.
Yet, she can’t even speak. Too taken with the thought of Wednesday showing her exactly what she did deserve. After being the only one to ever tell her she deserved anything.
“You would consider yourself to be single now…correct?”
Enid feels her brain short circuit and soft reset.
(Answer her, foolish girl!)
“Uh—yeah, yes?” She nods furiously. Squeezes the hand shes still holding and nearly squeaks when her other is grabbed in tandem.
“Then…” Wednesday looks away from her for the first time, eyes darting left briefly. Then, with renewed confidence, “You wouldn’t be opposed to the possibility of entering into another courtship?”
Oh!
Well, then.
Her wolf barks, like a sharp yip in her ear that jostles her into action.
(Don’t just stand there on your hind paws!)
Enid clears her throat, blinking for a moment, before she smiles.
“Not at all…”
Wednesday nods, determinedly. And she hesitates again and again only briefly, with this adorable look of deliberating. She licks her lips, catching Enid’s eye, which Wednesday definitely notices as soon as it happens.
Oh, for Moon’s sake…
“Then, let us seal it.” Is what her ‘bestie’ says right before she presses their lips together.
Both her hands on Enid’s flaming hot cheeks, her eyes not closing but peeking into her wide ones. And its nothing like the handful of kisses she’s had before where she’s taken the lead. Spin the bottle and dares didn’t really count, because she had still been anticipating it in some way. Even the couple girls, (yes, including Yoko) it had been soft, brief.
No real commitment. Even with the boyfriend she thought she wanted. That had faded along with her confidence that family weekend with her mother.
Enid breaks the kiss, at protest of her wolf and with Wednesday looking at her strangely. Unspoken askance, like perhaps she did something wrong. Like Wednesday could spare the time to genuinely apologize to her. She breathes in once, heavy.
Looks at the only person who’s ever looked at her and wanted her as she was.
Looks at the first person who didn’t return her gaze with pity under their first full Moon together.
Looks at the lips that left her own tingling; the only problem here is that they weren’t even closer.
She abandons the maybes in her head to throw her arms around the seer and connects their lips again.