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@batswiings gets a starter
The boy popped out of the kitchen cabinet and hung his leg over the edge before jumping down onto the counter below. “Oh mom! I almost forgot.” The boy eyed at his mother with palpable excitement as he sat perched on the counter. “Billy said I could go to his house for a sleepover this weekend.” Hopping down and bouncing over to her. “Oh can I?? Please?” Looking up at her with those puppy dog eyes.
@batswiings said: ❝ Something's brewing. Literally. ❞
❝ That would be Grandmama's dinner. ❞ Wednesday stifled a yawn, playing absentmindedly with her food. Mrs. Munster seemed to be Morticia's friend and had arrived at their mansion in order to stay for a few days.
Not that she was the only one in the room suffering from tiredness: Pugsley was straight up sleeping with his head tucked under his arm, something that the girl found amusing. She pushed down the temptation to torture him with her fork.
❝ I really hope you enjoy tonight's feast. It has been cooked exclusively for you. ❞ An unsettling smile found its way to the dark - haired teenager's lips, who had a sadistic gleam on her eyes. Grandmama went above and beyond for her guests; including them departing in the middle of the night, screaming, after tasting the food.
@batswiings sent: ❝ Magic always comes with a price. You just haven’t seen the bill yet. ❞
The eyes of the girl had narrowed in suspicion, as she internally asked herself what knowledge her mother's friend had up her sleeve. It was a normal day for Wednesday: wake up at 7 AM, go to school, torment her elder brother and afterwards return to the Addams' mansion for her special gardening time with Morticia.
The woman wore a long diaphanous white dress in the middle of summer, a fact that left the girl staring at the adult for a good ten minutes.
❝ How would you know I have recently dabbled into poisonous plants and séances? ❞ Wednesday hated how weak her voice sounded even to her own ears; if her mother had shared that personal information with Mrs. Munster, then it was a betrayal of sorts. Vulnerability was frowned upon by the family regarding their magical practices.
wondering if it would be worth the effort in bringing my darling Lily Munster muse back to life (@batswiings), she could fit into the Wednesday universe so well.
❝ Why Lily! I do believe Uncle Fester were right! ❞ Painted nails curled around the edges of a small canvas. No larger than a sheet of paper, it’s surface were covered in varying smudges of black paint. With her free hand, the Addams matriarch gestured to a particularity unrecognisable blob in the middle. ❝ Doesn’t it look just like Napoleon at the battle of Waterloo? ❞ @batswiings // ACCEPTING
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Family is a rare and precious thing. My only regret is not getting to know Lily sooner.
