#Enid sincalir

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#calm down with the heart eyes enid

[demonboyhalo]

okay new meme format here's my first attempt at using this PRIME template material

[axinite25]

I love the "restrained character finally releases their full power" trope so much i stg

[weissaddams]

Date with Death

Chapter 4

“Willa?”

“Yes?”

“I'm really, really glad you're here. I would have understood if you didn't attend, but you're more like family to me than my actual pack. The fact that you chose to attend makes me feel like I have your blessing or something.”

Wednesday is torn between reassuring Enid and insulting her pack. It was ridiculous enough that they only started caring about the girl like an actual member of the pack when she transformed. Now they had the audacity to prance around like they were the  reasons Ajax fell in love and proposed to the werewolf? Imbeciles, not even realizing the only good and arguably best part of them was being taken away, and for what? Connections? Assets? Were they so shortsighted that they were willing to let their best pup go for material possessions?

"I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Enid.” Wednesday settled for reassuring the blonde. She would let fate teach the Sinclair pack the value of the girl they so willingly gave up. Though, after today, Wednesday realizes she might just be worse than the imbeciles she hated so much. 

“That's really sweet, you know that?” Enid's face softens into a smile at Wednesday's words. She moves to lean her head on the raven's shoulder, right hand still playing random keys on the piano.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I have only ever been bitter my whole life.”

There's a hint of bashfulness in the raven's voice and it only makes the blonde smile more as she sits up to properly look at the raven.

“Nope. The jig’s up. I can’t wait to see how whipped you’ll be when you’re the one who’s about to get married. I will so make it up to you when it’s your turn!”

Enid’s bright and infectious smile was like an arrow to Wednesday's shoulder all over again. Maybe through the heart this time, to ensure optimum loss of life. 

“After seeing your wedding, I don’t think I’ll be able to go through with mine.”

Again, not a lie. Not technically. She never liked lying to Enid and some days she never could. Today was certainly a fine line in between.

“Oh, come on! I bet your bride would be so pretty you’d drop dead when she walks down the aisle.”

“That... may just be the case.”

Enid continued to giggle when she saw the flush that colored the raven’s cheeks. Flustered Wednesday Addams was adorable. Sure, she looked like she could kill you, and she definitely could, but once you get past all murder and violence, there was this wonderfully loyal teddy bear of a human being inside. Armed with daggers, spells and unmatched wit. 

Wednesday had to stop herself from sighing. Enid was too close to the actual truth. The werewolf would be furious with her when she remembers this conversation after today.

They’d opted to spend time with their friends in the preparation room when Yoko very conveniently interrupted and called them over. Watching Enid and Yoko argue about the most mundane topics was not how she thought she’d be spending the next few hours of her life, but if she was being horribly honest, she wouldn't have changed a thing. Even if the pastel dresses and unending camera flashes hurt her eyes. 

Once the prep team finished with the bridesmaids, it was finally Enid’s turn with the make-up artist and Wednesday took it as her chance to talk to Yoko.

“Tanaka, could we have a word in private?”

“You know Ajax is the one you need to give the shovel talk to, right?”

Bianca, Divina and Enid start giggling at her expense, but that was... a welcome sight. She supposes she could do worse than make her friends laugh during her last day on earth.

“He is marrying a werewolf. I hardly think shovels would scare him.”

Yoko joins in on the laughter before walking away to somewhere supposedly private. Ah, the upper terrace. The wind should be loud enough to mask what they had to talk about from a werewolf's enhanced auditory processing. Just to be sure, she turned up the volume of the music in the room before she followed Yoko out.

“What’s up, Addams? Need a getaway driver when you elope with Enid?”

Wednesday gave Yoko a deadpan. She was starting to regret not using the garlic bread earlier or maybe even the matches.

“No. I simply wish to inquire about your whereabouts after the wedding ceremony ends."

"My whereabouts?"

"Yes, the length of your stay once all is said and done."

"Not long. Why?"

"There is a family matter that I must attend to in person. I only wish for you to look after Enid if my absence stretches to an unforeseen length."

“I’m pretty sure she can take care of herself."

The vampire was right. Enid could definitely take care of herself just fine. She'd proven it to Wednesday and her own pack time and time again. However, the raven is more concerned about any long-lasting emotional distress she may cause. Would it be selfish of her to hope her absence would cause even just an ounce of sadness in the Enid's heart? Of course. She was nothing if not selfish, after all.

"You are insurance if ever I'm not able to."

“Your Wednesday Addams. Why wouldn’t you be able to?”

Because I am Wednesday Addams is what Wednesday wanted to say, but she knew Yoko won’t hesitate to tattle to Enid if she had even an inkling of the wretched curse and the raven really didn't want to lock Yoko in a closet with a horde of garlic bread until the wedding was over. Enid and Divina would most likely kill her before the curse could even lift its metaphoric fingers if she did. Tempting as it was.

“As I explained earlier, I maybe be indisposed for an indefinite amount of time. I am tasking you to look after her in my stead.”

“Uh-huh. You don’t sound suspicious at all. Actually, I need to ask.”

Wednesday nodded at the vampire to continue. Talking to Yoko always had a way of igniting headaches. Hopefully whatever came out of the vampire's mouth next won't cause another mind-splitting migraine. 

“You’re not planning on yelling I object or anything when they ask later right?”

Ah. She supposed that was a fair question. Yoko was, after all (mostly according to herself), wise beyond her years. 

“Would you be disappointed if I didn’t?”

“I’m not sure." The vampire crossed her arms and assumed a thinking stance. "It’d be a pretty boring wedding if you didn’t. If you did, I’d have to tackle you to the ground and we’d have to fight to the death because it’s my sworn duty as the bride’s maid of honor to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow at the logic.

“And tackling me to the ground would be the best way to keep everything running smoothly?" 

Yoko shrugged but nodded. Wednesday was confused but trying to make sense of Yoko Tanaka was not on her to-do list for the day. Her last day, no less.

“I will not be disrupting the wedding.”

“Great! Can you help me take out anyone else who does?”

Ah. This conversation she could follow. Happily, even.

“Am I allowed to kill them?”

“Could you settle for maiming?”

“That seems acceptable.”

“Perfect!” Yoko’s fangs were on full display as she grinned at Wednesday before quickly walking back down to the suite, seemingly happy with at the raven's acquiescence before turning back to look at her. “And you never have to ask, Wednesday. I’ll always look out for Enid. With or without you.”

Wednesday knew that. Yoko was the only other person who came close to loving the werewolf as much as she did. Still, getting verbal confirmation gave her an odd sense of relief.

“You have my gratitude, Yoko.”

“Awesome. Now, let’s go before I turn into BBQ in the sun.”

And so they went.

Down the stairs.

Where Enid was putting on her wedding gown.

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Date With Death master post

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I had time so I thought I’d write down a chapter. It probably has mistakes so I might go back and change it a bit when I have time again.

I edited Chapter 3 quite a bit so maybe read it again if you have time. I think it flows more smoothly with the edits.

Let me know what you think!

Do you guys know how I can notify the readers of the first two post that Chapter 4 is up? Send help.

[incorrect-wenclair]

Befriending me is just basically getting a front-row ticket to my easily-excited ass yelling about everything, always. Even if I’m not literally yelling I’m still, in spirit, yelling. That’s the ticket you bought. You didn’t ask for it but you got a backstage pass too, free of charge.

Enid Sincalir