part 1 part 2 (you’re here!) part 3
Content you’ll see here: Oc x Isaac night, mentions of dead, sightly Xavier x oc
English it’s not my first language, so please be patient
Her hands were resting on her thighs, the small hum of a burning candle and delicate strokes of a pencil were the only thing that could fill the room, since the only two persons there weren’t planning on talking.
Xavier Thorpe was drawing a familiar figure on the canvas, a girl with a beautiful side and a bright sense of melancholy, there she was, sitting in front of him, being his muse, it’s not the first time she just sits down thinking about leaving, leaving now it doesn’t hurt to be sitting in this position, though she never does.
She never leaves, even if Xavier is telling everything he has ever done since birth, which is not the case this time, he’s unusually quiet
— I prefer this than drawing whatever is on my dreams — spoke too fast, at least he isn’t trying to get a reply from her
— It’s weird how I can see a version of you, a different appearance but the same face on every dream — He mumbled, his hands moving to grab a brush.
She stayed silent, seeing the way he painted over the sketch and just for a moment, she thought about telling him the truth
What could be his answer? He would be surprised? Or would he accept her used heart? Accept her.. sounds weird to say it while looking at his eyes
— Do you believe in soulmates? — Her lips moved by its own, in a blink, Xavier looked away from his sketch
He hesitates, like he is trying to find the words trapped behind his insecure self, a question with so many meanings, but it’s his Artemis, she never asks something without a real meaning behind it
So Xavier sighs, his hand leaving the brush rest against a glass of water
— I don’t… think so — he mumbled, Artemis smiled, breaking her perfect position just to move her hand
She lets it rest on her chest, next to where her heart is beating, it’s quick, every beat sends life through her body
— I do, I believe I have a soulmate who can go through hell and heaven to find me — She whispered the last part, however, Xavier heard it loud and clear
Now he needs to ask, this seems too fascinating and too intimate, even for Artemis
He opens his mouth, he doesn’t get the chance to speak
— My father used to say; a psychic needs someone who can make their visions come true, an artist in every way —
His words trapped on his throat made him choke, drowning in a blush all over his face, is this a confession? Is too indirect but direct at the same time
He wouldn’t mind, not at all.
Making her dreams come true, if he’s her dream then he’ll be right there to make it true
But he’s too young, and Artemis is a free soul with the knowledge of someone much older
He wants to be her soulmate, to go through hell and heaven just for her
It’s a shame that would never be true
She had some papers on her hands, a name writing all over it and you may think it’s about the Addams family, it isn’t
Artemis is supposed to bring those papers to the head of every club, that being said, she’s walking towards the small house on the middle of the forest, if that’s a way to call it.
The door creaks open, she fixed them, organizing them in a way they wouldn’t look too messy
— Eugene, I need you to update us on your new members — She said before a groan echoed through the walls
Rude, Eugene was a sweet boy who wouldn’t answer like that, Summer does change people
She looked up, ready to scold him, however she found a discomposed body trying to get closer to her
— Huh, this is a new kind of outcast — She mumbled, the chains around his neck made her move closer
Her eyes opened at the sound, a clock? Something like that wouldn’t be normal in a place where bees are supposed to sleep, she looked around noticing a timer on the table
So that was what made the sound, she almost thought… well it doesn’t matter anymore.
— Should I write you down as a member? — she mumbled under her breath, the zombie moved his hand to touch hers
In other circumstances, her psychic powers would absolutely kick in, but this corpse is nothing but discomposed organs
He doesn’t have a mind to send a message, she moved her hand away, not because she felt disgusted or scared
More because she took her napkin, wiping that black saliva from his lips
— Even for an outcast like you, looking this way isn’t acceptable, once you get together come to meet me at my dorm — she placed the napkin on his hand
The monster looked at her, his head tilting slightly, a way to show his confuse situation
She understands it, whenever she had those vision she would fall to the ground and fixing what gravity and a no clean place would do.
She left the papers on the table, a post it on the edge telling Eugene whatever his work was now, she still needs to get information from the other clubs
— I’ll leave you alone, uhm… whoever you are — She turned, her hand finding the small knot to leave the room.
She didn’t say it out loud, but the smell of meat discomposing wasn’t something she enjoyed.
A groan, she took it like the zombie said a goodbye, even if it sounded more like a desperate way of asking for her attention. He did have her attention, it’s the way her heart beats faster than ever like she just found what it was supposed to complete her
Gods, it feels just like the day Isaac confessed his feeling to her
— Art.. — she turned to see the man, that monster moved slowly in a way to not pull the chains
He did, with less force than before so that didn’t choke him at all
— Art? Is that a compliment? — She looked amused, in a chuckle she saw the zombie moving his head in what looked as a nod
What a curious way of flirting, it’s good tho, any women would be happy to be called art. Now that she thinks about it, isn’t that a short way to say her name? A genius if she has to give it a name
Although, someone else already use that nickname in that context, nothing new
— Please tell Eugene I was here — And she closed the door behind her, groans could be heard
None of her business actually, weird, she needs to ask Larissa about-
Oh right, it’s Dort now, well that makes her need to think about an excuse
So Wednesday do fuck up her life a little, well, at least she still has that Frump side on her
Old habits never die, huh? Enough of thinking of the past, she took a deep breath continuing wit her job
She is going to miss Larissa, that was the last piece of humanity she still conserved, it’s a shame that is long gone.
Her phone rang, a notification she took a second to look at, that’s when she sighed
Then two more notifications, three messages from an unknown number
Someone who didn’t deserve an answer.
Cinnamon and apple is a good scent, it reminds her of her days were someone would be sitting on the bed beside her, usually that incense would be behind fresh flowers.
The stains of damp on the walls were telling a story, someone who used to make flowers grow on her side of the room, just to see them curl on themselves like it was a hobby
It’s a shame there’s no one who would do it anymore, at this time of the year, the room gets too cold and she has to hug herself to sleep.
She looked up, trying to find a reason for that sound, she’s quite sure there’s no clock on his room but whatever, probably it’s one of her hallucinations.
Today she’s supposed to go with everybody to this camp, a problem she doesn’t want to suffer for and still she can’t say no, all students are supposed to be on the camp or at least have a good reason for not being there
— Did I went to a camp with him? — She asked to the air, her hand moved to write something on her journal
It’s not a diary, it’s a reminder of how her life is, just in case she doesn’t remember anything about who she was
Its a shame Ophelia never had the chance to write one, maybe she could’ve understood what happened to her mind.
She closed the journal, quickly she hide it under her bed, moving a piece of floor to cover her dearest secrets
Well, dearest aren’t the word she would use for her memories.
A knock on the door made her jump, yeah, it’s time for her to go.
Quickly she grabbed her backpack leaving the room.
She didn’t have the chance to see how her phone rang three times, three notifications she wasn’t supposed to see
Someone really is trying to contact her.
But that doesn’t matter, she’s on the woods now! Every student is walking to set their tent, like every year she walks to a hidden place, a place no one would fight with their roomie about choosing them and she won’t fight because she doesn’t have any
Still, even if she doesn’t have someone to sleep next to, she set a bed next to her like someone would walk into the room and take their place
— I thought I was dreaming, but it really is you — She jumped at the sound of a voice, once she turned around she could see it
Morticia Frump, now Addams looking at her with an expression filled with melancholy
— How does eternity feel for you, old friend? — the difference was horrible
An old woman, taller than her, moved to cup the face of a teenager who moved to rest her face against it
If you see it that way, it feels like Morticia is doing something a mother would do but probably Artemis is older than her
What a weird thing to do, it’s been years since Morticia graduated and left Nevermore
— I would be forever grateful about the sacrifice you did for… her — Morticia sighed, saying the name was like cursing the person in front of her
Yes, that was her sister, she misses her everyday but the girl in front of her always saw Ophelia like her everything; Morticia can’t compete against Ophelia’s best and first friend, the person who misses her the most
— Your daughter is pretty smart, she would have herself trapped before you could notice — Artemis looked at her with a small smile
Morticia smiled, a giggle leaving her mouth, it’s weird, almost uncanny
Why is a teenager talking to this woman like that? And why Morticia feels the urge to talk to her like she was her superior? Well she was, technically
— I’ll be happy if you protect her, just like you used to do with us — words filled with something else, Artemis took a deep breath easing her aching heart
Protect, she never had the chance to protect her best friend from the only real damage she could have
How could she protect someone else? She failed
— Please, don’t hurt your heart like this, Artemis — pointless
When Morticia left, the only thing Artemis would do for her aching heart was hugging herself, hugging her legs until she could hide under the bed
Like it could make a difference
And, on the bed beside hers, a flower started to grow
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