#amaranthinewept

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bella looks down at her phone to see a notification from jake that he won't actually be showing up to lunch. about five minutes before he was supposed to be here. but he assures her that his friend is still going to show up, so just eat without him and he'd meet them later at the movie.

sometimes she wonders if jake thinks she's a different person. sure, since moving to seattle she's become a little better at the whole social situations. but she's not exactly a social butterfly. more like a moth bouncing around on a wall and hoping for the best.

but she's already ordered the pizza, and wednesday is supposed to be here soon, so she sits down at a table and watches the door until someone matching the description jake gave her walks in.

❝ hey , ❞ bella waves towards the girl she's pretty sure is wednesday , ❝ i hope pepperoni is okay? if not i can order us something else. my dad wouldn't be unhappy in the slightest if i dropped a pizza off at home.❞

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@amaranthinewept Said: ❝ You know, you never did tell me what you saw when you died. ❞ (For Weems)

"I didn't think you'd be interested." Larisaa admitted, but than again it was Wednesday who she was talking to, and of course she would be. "You also haven't asked until now either."

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@amaranthinewept Said: ❝ They’re watching us now. ❞ (For Morticia)

Morticia had known for a while now someone had been watching them. "I know darling, just keep walking." She tells her daughter. The witch had been looking for means of escapes but had been failing.

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@amaranthinewept sent: ❝ Despite everything, I don't hate you. ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

❝ HATE ME—? OH, ma chérie… ❞ stealthy step taken forward as a single hand comes to rise, palm cupping cheek of youthful flesh and a gentle caress of thumb against pallor. Red nails beam beautifully against her daughter's skin heightened by the darkness of raven hair and black velvet. ❝ Nothing bonds a mother and daughter quite the same without the slightest hint of disdain. Wouldn't you agree? ❞ A modest smile offered at the corner of crimson lips that match the gentle scratch of her nails in chilled tenderness. A matriarch's affectionate gesture to that of blood and kin. ❝ What in graves nature has you saying such things? You seem more so cross than usual, though the titillating anticipation has been quite endearing. ❞

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Gomez’s bark of laughter said it all and spoke of how proud he was. “My little one, you are always so resourceful. I can only imagine his screams!” It still baffled him to know that many people were afraid of spiders! Apparently, it was one of the top five phobias, perhaps even taking the top spot — imagine that! How could people hate those delightful little creatures? It was a complete and utter mystery to him!

“I know the teacher and headmaster say otherwise, telling you that you did wrong, but he shouldn’t have been bothering you in the first place.” That boy — Gomez had already forgotten his ridiculous name despite being told it multiple times during the meeting — should be grateful that Wednesday had put her foot down and dealt with him before her father had shown up. Not that he would have physically harmed the child! No, no, but there were many other ways to deal with such maddening little gnats...

Upon arriving at the car, Lurch stood diligently, ready to open the back door for them. Gomez slid in after Wednesday, placing her bag in the footwell. “Now that you have an early finish, do you feel like taking a detour before we return home? Wherever you like, just say the word.” Consider this his way of rewarding her for standing up for herself against that cheeky boy.

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“ Forget it! I'm going home! ”

“Say no more, paloma. We have remained here far longer than necessary.” It was no secret that Gomez despised stepping into this school of hers with its bright hallways, smiling faculty, and disgustingly joyous homemade motivational signs that set his teeth on edge. To make matters worse, all of it was punctuated by the grating sound of laughing children, and wasn't that just one of the most disturbing things one's ears could be subjected to? Now, don't get him wrong, Gomez tried when it came to school matters. He showed up when called upon, tolerated the secretary’s polite but unnerved smile and the way the headmaster’s voice raised an octave, akin to a squeaking mouse stuck in a trap. Although, he must admit, the latter was prone to easy scares, which had provided himself and Thing much entertainment over the years. Truly, it was a wonder they hadn’t resigned yet, and that, in itself, earned some form of respect from him.

Lifting her backpack over one shoulder, he was the first one at the entrance, his eagerness to escape the nightmare that was this damned school winning out over his duty as a father to see that his child remained within the building until the bell rang at the end of classes. He would mentally file this situation under Important Circumstances and give Wednesday (and himself) a pass.

Once outside and away from that stuffy, cloying atmosphere, Gomez slowed his pace to allow his beloved daughter to match it. His expression turned roguish, unable to hide his glee at what he’d been told by her shaken teacher.

“Tell me, in your own words, about how you fought that boy. Do not leave out even a single detail.” In his opinion (and he’d never once wavered on this), if his children ended up in a tussle with one of their classmates, then it was for a good reason.

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