when i rule the world.

wednesday armitage. heiress to the armitage fortune; seventeen.

[wednesdayarmitage]

hubert.

Hubert was a people person. another trait that set him apart from his siblings. it was easy for him to connect with people. there was something magnetic about hubert addams that made people drawn to him when he entered a room. except right now he wasn’t the magnetic one that was all wednesday. the boy had been drawn to her since the moment he wanted into the gala. was it the dress? her beauty? or just a mix of everything? hubert didn’t know but he planned getting to know the girl one way or another. “I will say we’re the both eccentric people dressed here.” he laughed, seeing how mild and tamed everyone else was to their attire. that was good thing though - they stood out. “i’ll be sure to let my genetics know.” He laughed, arms crossing over his chest and turning to look over at the girl again. She really was beautiful and now that he had been caught gawking hubert didn’t feel that bad for staring now. but could you blame him? she was stunning. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Which automatically makes us the most interesting.” She let him know. Wednesday learned from a young age, fashion was meant to set you apart from the pack. Not make you blend in. Fashion told people who you were before you said a single word. Wednesday always intended on her clothes telling people that she was one of the best dressed people they’d ever meet. The same way Hubert’s suit appeared to say the exact same thing. “Thank you.” Wednesday said, the smirk on her face growing into a smile. Fashionable and he had a sense of humor, she was liking this Hubert fellow more and more as she got to know him. “Well, by all means, please lead the way.” She told him, as she stepped aside to grab a hold of his arm so that they could enjoy the rest of the exhibit. And each other’s company.

[wednesdayarmitage]

hubert.

“Of course.” He nodded. Hubert was perhaps the most fashionable of the Addams children. He really didn’t need the help of anyone to develop his outward sense of style. Hubert the oddball of the addams, which was saying a lot. He was kooky and adorable. There was a small creep factor to him but compared to his siblings Hubert was an effervescent individual. That showed through with his style. “it is. I think it looks better on you than it did the model.” He smiled, dimples making themselves present as he turned to look at her. “Thank you, I thought it fit the occasion quite nicely.” Hubert laughed a little at her next remark. “I’m glad my face is decent. I grew it myself with the help of some genetics.” His eyes turned back to the painting. “Hubert. It’s nice a pleasure to gawk at you Wednesday.”

“Of course.” Wednesday said, fighting back a grin as she continued to look at him out of the corner of her eye. He had confidence, she couldn’t say that wasn’t an appealing trait to have in her opinion. Not only was he confidence, he’s also fashionable and cute. Really cute. “We’ll have to see for ourselves, won’t we?” She told him, as she turned to look at him as well. And he’s got adorable dimples too. Ugh. But Wednesday was definitely not going to make that apparent. Guys had to earn her compliments, even the really cute ones. “I would say that it does.” She nodded, they appeared to be on the same wavelength when it came to the theme of tonight’s festivities. “Make sure to say thank you to your genetics for me.” Wednesday smiled, looking down at the fabric of her gown before looking back at him. Maybe spending some more time with Hubert wouldn’t be such a bad thing? “Would you mind accompanying me to the next exhibit?”

[wednesdayarmitage]

hubert.

It was no surprise to find Hubert Addams at an art gala. The Addams estate was notorious for sticking out in that small town of Rosewood. It wasn’t every day you saw true Hungarian architecture. Besides that he grew up being towed around by his older brother and his ex events such as this. Axel always claimed he got his love for art thanks to her, which Hubert wasn’t denying. So here he was, clad in an extravagant pink floral suit with his hair perfectly coiffed. It would have been a lie if the boy said he was only admiring the art work in front of him. His attention had been taken by the girl in the dazzling dress before him. She was stunning. more so than any girl he had ever seen and Hubert had seen his fair share of girls. “Very.” He nodded. A light blush painting his cheeks when she caught on to his staring. Smooth, Addams, smooth. “I like your dress and your hair…how you got it to such extravagant heights is…amazing and I like your face. It’s a very beautiful face.”

“Thank you.” She said, as she looked down at her stunning Dolce number. Wednesday was someone who believed in the power of fashion. Just as art hung from the walls of this building, she believed that art should hang off of her body. “Isn’t it amazing?” She looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, noticing the light pink hue on this cheeks. Adorable. “I happen to be quite fond of it as well.” Wednesday said, not turning to look at the handsome man standing besides her. “I like your suit as well.” Wednesday said, as she took sight of what he was wearing. It took a certain kind of man to wear such a look, a man that she was certainly interested in getting to know. “And the face isn’t half bad either.” Wednesday said, as she looked back at the painting ahead of her. “Wednesday.” She said, not bothering to look back at him. “I thought you should put a name to the face you were gawking at.”

[wednesdayarmitage]

Wednesday looked over the artwork ahead of her. Another weekend, another gala but this one was interesting. Why? Because there happened to be a handsome individual who appeared to be enamoured with her. He’d been throwing glances her way, yet he hadn’t said a word. Which meant, she would of course have to make the first move. Typical. “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” She asked him. “And you know, next time you see something you like... feel free to say something.”  

[cendaya]