Avoidance and Hidden Talents
It’s not that Wednesday has been avoiding Enid since that afternoon in the bathroom, it's just that she has found herself incredibly busy with her novel. So, what if it’s been three days since they’ve spent any kind of alone time together, Wednesday certainly isn’t doing it on purpose. Even if she was, no one would dare to question her about it anyways.
But Enid isn’t stupid, she’s far from it, sitting at the top of their class. She excels in everything that she does so it really shouldn’t surprise Wednesday that academics would come easily to her. Which is what makes avoiding her all that much harder because no matter where she wanders off to in the house Enid’s puppy dog eyes follow her. Puppy dog eyes that say all the things the blonde girl won’t actually utter aloud. The young wolf respects her boundaries, but her body language exudes disappointment.
Wednesday had known from the moment she met Enid that something was different. She tolerates all of her colorfulness in a way that no one else will ever be privy to. The loud and sometimes obnoxious girl has broken apart the young writer's ribs and has situated herself as closely to her heart as possible.
It’s ridiculous really to be so infatuated with the human equivalent of a golden retriever but Enid is so much more than that isn’t she. She is kind to a fault and fiercely protective of the ones she loves. She is optimistic, bubbly and so beautiful. Wednesday figures if the curse had to tie her to anyone, she could be doing a lot worse than a seven-foot-tall beast with cotton candy highlights.
She’s been spending most of the last three days in the Addams family library hoping to find more information about wolves and their customs. She had left this part of the house out of her tour on purpose, making it the perfect place to lay low while she gets her thoughts in order.
She settles down in an old worn leather armchair with a couple of books and her journal. She reads and takes notes for what feels like hours before she hears scuttling across the floor. A familiar tapping of a disfigured hand coming to meet her.
“Thing don’t you have something better to do than disturb me?” If it were possible for a hand to look offended, he would. He pulls himself up onto the right armrest of the chair before signing his reply. “Not really plus I’ve come to tell you that Enid is searching for you.” The statement doesn't surprise her. Enid with her endless energy was bound to get bored eventually.
“What do you suppose I do about that?” She refrains from crossing her arms over her chest like a petulant child, but she does put the book she was reading down rather forcefully. Thing jumps at the noise of the text hitting the oak table in front of them. “She’s your guest if she’s unhappy it’s your responsibility to fix it.” The hand doesn’t even give her time to respond before he’s jumping back to the floor and heading towards the door.
He is somewhat correct Enid is her guest and she has been doing an awful job as host lately. With that thought in mind she wraps up her reading, returning the books to her room and on her desk before going in search of the girl who has been occupying most of her thoughts. Just as she’s exiting her room, she runs headfirst into some unmovable force.
A blonde force that smells really, really good and lunges after her before her back can make contact with the floor. Enid steadies her with both hands around her waist, blue eyes filled with worry. “Sorry Willa I wasn’t paying attention.” As if just now realizing her hands are still firmly planted on the shorter girl's waist, she pulls back putting them instead in her front pockets.
“Apology accepted. I was looking for you anyway.” The wolf grins at this, obviously pleased that the three-day silence is over. “Really?” Wednesday has enough empathy within her to feel badly about the wariness in Enid’s tone, the negative emotion that she caused by ignoring the girl in the first place. “Of course, I haven’t shown you the music room yet it’s my favorite place in this house.”
It isn’t a heartfelt confession by a long shot, but it is a starting point. She could learn to be vulnerable for her wolf; it is just going to take some time. “Lead the way Addams.” Without another word the shorter girl begins a brisk pace in the direction of her favorite room not taking into account the library or her own room mind you.
She stops before large French doors, her friend slamming into her back due to the abrupt end of their trip. She mumbles an apology taking a couple steps back. Wednesday glances at her for a moment to make sure she truly is okay and then grabs both door handles pushing them with all of the strength in her tiny frame.
The room is just as she left it, immaculate. There is one of every instrument anyone could possibly want and two of the ones her family especially likes. The floor is a light marble to match the light walls and ceiling, it is the brightest room in the home. Wednesday walks over to the right side of the room where there is a wide selection of string instruments.
Enid bypasses that side of the room all together and goes straight for the center of the room. The grand piano seems to have caught the taller girl's attention as she lightly dances her fingers across the top of the ancient black instrument. She’s completely silent as she examines it, walking around it slowly to take in every inch of craftsmanship. It is a magnificent instrument, even more beautiful than the one they have in the sitting room.
She’s so enraptured she doesn't even notice Wednesday approaching from behind. “Do you know how to play?” The blonde nearly jumps out of her skin, a hand flying over her heart. “A little. I took lessons when I was young, but my mom forced me to quit. It was unbecoming of a wolf or some other bullshit.” Wednesday just barely ignores the anger that bubbles to the surface every time she learns something new about that horrible woman.
“My mother and father both play and it was something that they were eager to pass down. I obviously had other plans.” Enid smiles at this and Wednesday is glad to bring her at least a little bit of amusement after such a sorrowful admission.
“Would you like to play again?” Her blue eyes are hopeful and Wednesday finds the true downfall of this curse would be that she would give anything to make Enid happy even if it caused her own demise. “If it’s okay with you, this piano looks super old I wouldn’t want to break it.” The taller girl steps back as if to emphasize her point. Wednesday simply ignores her and lifts the lid, propping it up. She then pulls the bench out sitting down, making sure to leave ample room next to her.
Enid looks between her and the bench several times before finally, gently taking a seat, her hands resting in her lap. “Although it is not my instrument of choice, I am a bit more than proficient if you should desire an extra pair of hands.” Enid looks deep into her eyes as if searching for something before taking a deep breath in and letting it out. She turns to the keys lightly laying her fingers down on top of them.
It takes her a few more moments to center herself but then she’s off. She presses the keys surely and effectively creating a melody so soft and sweet. If Wednesday were a more emotionally charged person, it might have brought her to tears. That being said, every hair on the young writer's arms was standing at attention. Enid knew how to play beautifully and had clearly undersold her talent.
She is graceful in all her movements and Wednesday wishes there were a way to prolong this moment, to freeze it in time. Enid closes her eyes at one point, feeling completely at peace and unaware that she is undoing the girl next to her note by note.
When she’s come to the end of the composition she opens her eyes again, immediately locking them on Wednesday who was already looking at her. “Enid, you have quite a talent and your mother was a fool for ever trying to snuff out your creative fire.” Tears rush to the blonde girl’s eyes, but she doesn't let them fall, instead she wraps Wednesday into a tight hug.
Wednesday relaxes into it allowing Enid to have her moment. Before the taller girl can pull back there is a light rapping on the door behind them. “Sorry to interrupt, I just heard music and decided to follow the sound.” Wednesday has had many reasons in the past to be displeased with her mother but none more so than now.
“Enid is a wonderful pianist.” The girl blushes at this or maybe the blush is from being caught in such a position. It wasn’t anything close to being inappropriate but Wednesday usually loathes physical touch and her parents know this. Her mother would likely draw her own hideous conclusions.
“Indeed, from what little I heard she has quite the gift. We will have to play together sometime dear.” With that Morticia turns on her heel and makes her way back through the house. Enid hasn’t made eye contact once since Morticia had walked in and it’s unnerving to say the least.
“Enid you need not be embarrassed, you really are good. If you practiced every day, you could even be great.” The taller girl looks at her now, eyes shining with something Wednesday thinks might be yearning. Yearning for what she isn’t sure yet.
“Will you practice your cello here with me?” She immediately has to squash the reply that screams from her heart and sounds something along the lines of I would do anything to make you happy and keep your days light for the rest of our lives but what comes out is:
“Sure.”