AFTER EVERYTHING THAT HAD JUST HAPPENED AT NEVERMORE, of course, Gomez and Morticia were made aware but with very limited information. That feeling of anticipation and worry was plaguing in such a way that neither of them particularly enjoyed in that moment – which was a rarity – but when it came to their daughter’s safety, it was only natural to be concerned. The most important thing, was that Wednesday was alright. But even Morticia could not shake this sudden aching feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach that there was more to what happened. They had attempted to contact Wednesday multiple times through the crystal ball to no avail, which did not help that overwhelming anxiety that caused Morticia to pace. When the call finally came through, Morticia was first to take position in front of the crystal orb, the sight of Wednesday’s face did provide some closure at the very least but there was something about her stoic expression that seemed off. A mother could tell, ❝ darling, what is it? ❞ she asked, taking hold of Gomez’s hand in eager anticipation.
❝ It’s… Principal Weems. ❞ Wednesday concluded simply, almost matter of fact and yet, there was a hinting tone Morticia recognized that said more than enough. For a moment, there was silence, dark eyes staring. She could feel the tension in her face, jaw locking as if in some subtle attempt to stop the involuntary tremble in her cheeks. The hand which held Gomez’s own slipped away and she could feel his eyes on her. A mixed flush of emotions she didn’t quite know how to handle. Death had always been a celebrated part of life within the Addams clan and yet, she wasn’t celebrating now. Coming to a full stance, all she could do was walk away. Even Wednesday could do nothing but look down. Gomez was quick to try and follow his wife, ❝ Tish! ❞ He called out to her with genuine concern. But as Morticia continued to move forward she said a quick, ❝ don’t. ❞ Pausing even in her steps, ❝ just… don’t. ❞
Gomez stopped in his tracks, silent once more before nodding his head. He could hear the slight quiver in her voice even with just those few simple words. She needed to be left alone. So, he returned to make his way back towards the crystal ball in order to check in on his daughter and allow Morticia time to grieve in her own way. The raven-haired beauty sauntering with stern steps out of the room. But she didn’t make it far before she stopped again, breath catching in her throat and the corner of her eyes finally beginning to water. Her lips twitched, hand rising to rest upon the nearest wall before slowly, she slid down onto her knees, eyes still staring forward. That built up emotion gradually sinking in and for only the second time in her life, she could feel her heart breaking.
