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[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

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✝︎ 『 #Wednesdayrp | #Addamsfamilyrp 』

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Faith in her mother as well. Still a vulnerable young woman she needed to trust her mom for guidance in these years to come.

The decisions her mom makes now can shape Wednesday’s life, but only for so long until she becomes fully independent.

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Her eyes gazed upon the silhouette for a moment longer wondering if this might finally be the moment that all secrets came to light. But Morticia was still too distant right now, too vulnerable to let the heartache out right now.

So Wednesday detected that her mother would——

[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆 @MatriarchAddams]

Morticia felt the moment Wednesday’s gaze dropped — that fleeting flicker of softness, the brief surrender of steel to something terribly human. And it cut deeper than any accusation could have.

Because it meant Wednesday *wasn’t trying to destroy her.*
She just didn’t know how

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Hold in the secret a little longer. Certainly not the preference of Wednesday, but she suggested the timeframe to give her mom time to stew on it… on how to break the news.

Perhaps her identity and everything she knew about herself was at stake, but more importantly her——

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Needing to know the truth before the secret becomes a cancer that infects every dinner conversation and glance.

She would much rather find out an unfortunate truth than mull on the possibility.

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Her mother knew Wednesday’s language so well, and that she didn’t mean anything bad by it. However, the dramatic suggestion did seem to hurt her mother deep.

Even as her chin was held she was focused on her mother’s eyes, seeing the hurt behind them.

“…”

Her gaze did fall——

[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆 @MatriarchAddams]

Morticia’s smile faltered — not in the way that betrayed weakness, but in that rare, quiet way that came when even she was unsure whether to speak or to breathe. Wednesday’s words landed with precision, sharp and final, like a blade she herself had once forged.

“Twenty-four

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

For a brief moment in solidarity with her mother’s feelings. Underneath the dark complex of Wednesday was a girl who simply cared too much about her family. Even if she only showed it in the most Addams way possible.

Though when her mother turned she remained resolute.——

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Was heard. She shall grant at least a little bit of mercy.

“You have twenty four hours to dispel the truth.”

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Her pacing was getting more intense and so was her line of questioning. Until her momentum was stopped by her mother turning around and grabbing her chin. Not in an angry sort of way, but of course in a loving endearing kind of way that begged for peace. Her dead eyes set——

[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆 @MatriarchAddams]

Morticia slowed her steps, the hem of her gown whispering against the stone floor, a sound like soft rain against marble. She did not turn immediately — she rarely did when something truly hurt. Instead, she gathered her composure in a slow breath, the kind that looked like

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

On her mother and remained still. Only lowering her gaze when she turned around.

{ Gomez isn’t my natural father? }

That troublesome dark thought was now at the forefront of her mind. Wednesday wanted to dig deeper and make her mother admit the truth, but the plead——

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

About this topic.

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Underneath her stoic poise she felt nerves and uncertainty. Not sure whether to press and interrogate her mother like everyone else, or let the matter rest. The ‘not knowing’ part was the worst for Wednesday.

“Where are you going?”

The goth shuffled along behind her mother——

[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆 @MatriarchAddams]

Morticia stood there long after Wednesday’s footsteps faded, the words echoing down the corridor like a haunting refrain.

A slow smile, half-pride and half-pain, curved her lips. Her daughter’s defiance was a perfect reflection—her mirror and her reckoning.

“Oh, my darling

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

With bountiful questions bubbling to the surface.

“Speak in riddles if you may, but my inheritance? You make it sound as though this has something to do with father as well. You must confess.”

Stress present in her voice wanting to know why her mom was particularly cryptic——

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

She left her mother to leave with that stern warning.

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒���𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Her mother is an excellent liar. Perhaps the best that has ever existed. So she couldn’t even deduce this mystery from the tone of her voice. All she could do was squint and suspect her mother more. Hoping for any faltering or tell from her face.

“Relationships that die——

[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆 @MatriarchAddams]

@SoulsSacrifice

Morticia’s gaze lingered on Larissa longer than propriety allowed — long enough for the silence between them to thicken, heavy with all the years they had not spoken of.

“Failing?” she echoed, her tone low, indulgent, and just sharp enough to cut through the

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Are never fully put to rest. In the same respect that a body’s soul can never truly leave this Earth. An imprint of their being is plastered everywhere…

Which is why a death can be such an exhilarating mystery.

Have no doubt that I’ll unearth whatever it is you’re hiding.”——

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Stepping close and suspecting her mother more than anyone.

“Tell me with clear certainty that you did not date Principal Weems in your younger years.”

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

The air of their hidden relationship loomed heavy completely cryptic and hid well by the two women. Though Wednesday’s studious eye was quick to catch onto some of the more apparent clues. She remained huddled by the doorway with her mind filling with questions.

When——

[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖆 @MatriarchAddams]

daughter — leaving behind a room steeped in silence, perfume, and a thousand unsaid things.

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Her mother joined her in the hallway she sought answers.

“Mother.”

She paused with a darkened tone and a short pause to follow.

“You mentioned just now that your ‘hearts’ were getting in the way of responsibilities.”

Suspicion had risen considerably both in her tone, now——

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

A force that Nevermore can only dream of containing.

Wednesday seemingly dismissing herself without courtesy and entirely assumed her part was done here.

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

The icy air was something that left Wednesday feeling a bit uncomfortable. The unspoken jealousy, the untold secrets, all of which she had no direct part in.

Her brows furrowed with only further concern. Only able to make sense of the current situation regarding her own——

[𝓛𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 @SoulsSacrifice]

fingertips pressing into her desk as she leant forward. "Well?"

[𝒲𝑒𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 @Wednesda_Addams]

Scolding.

“I am sorry.”

She looked up at the principal with no emotion or sincerity behind her eyes. Suddenly she raised to her feet after and pushed past the two adults to find the door.

And out went the destructive girl along with all her tendencies back into the world.——