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Enid Sinclair stormed up the stairs of Ophelia Hall muttering angrily, her nails flicking into talons and back again. Boys were so stupid. It had been over a month since she and Ajax had started dating, but he had yet to take her on an actual date after the failed first attempt. Her hints over the last week had gone completely over the gorgon’s head and Enid was fed up.
Kicking the door open to her shared room with an almighty crash, she found herself momentarily distracted from her ire as an odd squeak came from Wednesday’s side. A tumble and thudding sound followed swiftly and it took the colourful werewolf a moment to process what she was seeing. Her prickly roommate peeking over the edge of her bed with a glare that could melt stone as none other than Bianca Barclay, Queen Bee of Nevermore, sat on said bed desperately trying not to laugh.
“What am I seeing?” Enid asked slowly, a spark of glee in her voice.
“Nothing” Wednesday snapped as she scrambled to her feet. To anyone else her face would appear severe but otherwise expressionless, however Enid has spent most of the school year learning her eccentric roommate’s mannerisms. The slight twitch of the eyebrows, the faintest wash of colour on her cheeks and the inability to look at either her or the siren directly revealed just how flustered she was. “I tripped; your entrance was somewhat dramatic”
“You… tripped?” A Cheshire grin split her face ear to ear, “on to Bianca? Who is just hanging out in our dorm?” Enid was so excited, she knew there was something going on between the two for weeks. Hell, the tension between them has been there since day one.
She didn’t miss the way Bianca reached out to steady the tiny Latina as she stood, nor how Wednesday didn’t shy away from the touch. “Was there a reason you felt the need to break down our door instead of simply opening it or has the inanimate object vexed you so?”, came the completely unsubtle attempt to change the subject even as Wednesday turned her back to fiddle with something at her desk.
The blonde huffed and threw her hands in the air, remembering her original vexation despite herself. “Ajax is dense and can’t get a clue” She marched over to her own bed and plopped down unceremoniously, “What’s new? I’ve been hinting all week that we should actually go on a date but he just doesn’t get it”
“Have you actually told him what you want?” Bianca asked as she swung her legs off the bed and leaned forward to engage Enid. “I know those magazines you read might make it seem like you need to be mysterious and hint at everything but that’s not always healthy. Clearly Ajax doesn’t work that way so its not totally fair to put all the blame on him if he doesn’t pick up on those signals”
Enid paused as she considered the siren’s words, missing the way Wednesday had frozen and turned slightly towards Bianca. “I suppose not, I did have to spell it out to him when he first asked me out.”, she thought for a moment before, “actually it was more I asked him out”.
“Well just ask him out again, I mean things have been pretty intense. It’s not hard for communication to get lost in the mix”, Bianca advised gently. It wasn’t something Enid expected as they weren’t exactly friends, even though their paths had begun crossing more regularly since the introduction of Wednesday as a common variable. Maybe that should change, she and Yoko were friends after all.
A tapping from Wednesday’s desk caught all three girl’s attention as Thing mimed holding a teacup towards Enid. “Oh Thing, you’ve been here the whole time? Maybe we should go see Yoko, leave the two love birds alone” Enid smirked as Wednesday glared at the hand.
“Well that ruined the mood a bit” quipped Bianca as the door clicked closed behind Wednesday’s colourful roommate. They really were the epitome of opposites attract with their strange friendship, like a golden retriever and a particularly grumpy black cat. Glancing over at pint-sized goth she noticed those black eyes watching her contemplatively.
“You meant it?” Bianca’s head tilted in confusion at the quiet question, “When you said its not always the person’s fault if they don’t understand signals”. Wednesday’s eyes had flicked to a point behind Bianca’s left ear, something she knew her counterpart only did when feeling vulnerable.
“Yes I mean that. Its never fair to get mad at someone when they genuinely don’t understand something like that. Projecting your assumptions and feelings onto the other person and just expecting them to know isn’t okay.” Bianca had a strong feeling that while intellectually Wednesday knew this, she probably hadn’t heard it said before outside of her own family.
Wednesday slowly moved over to the bed, and even with Bianca sitting down it was suddenly more striking how small in stature she really was. The combination of chunky knee-high boots and her intimidating attitude projected a larger-than-life presence in any room. The pale teen reached out and gently cupped the siren’s cheek as she stood between her knees. “Thank you”, there really wasn’t any need for further explanation of why Wednesday was so moved by her affirmation. They had talked briefly before about Wednesday’s diagnosis and the frustration she felt when people just expected her to understand their inane social politics.
“You want to cuddle?” Bianca asked quietly, knowing her girlfriend, as generally touch adverse as she was, took comfort in being held by the siren specifically. When they hung out in Bianca’s dorm Wednesday would often slowly migrate into her lap to wrap her taller paramour’s arms around herself. Or on rare occasions where the seer became overwhelmed, she would pull Bianca on top of her entirely. The weight and pressure making her feel safe while the scent of the ocean and lilac would block out all other sensory input. She could bury herself in only Bianca.
Wednesday pulled a face at the word ‘cuddle’ but wordlessly slid over to the side and tugged at Bianca’s hoody until she had positioned herself almost completely blanketed by her. With the siren pressing her into the mattress it was like she could finally hold her form together, all the threads that were pulled loose during the day by noisy halls between classes, the noxious smell of axe body spray all the male population seemed to douse themselves in and the bright colours of the world around her that scratched at her brain, all of it began to fade away. She was safe, she could anchor herself to only one thing, the best thing, the best person. Her person.