Errors All Day 2.0

She wants to laugh, she wants to cry, she wants to throttle Isaac Night until his very marrow shakes and his bones rattle.

This undead maestro of science can’t see the irony behind his words, lying in bloody, tattered ruins amongst the buttresses of Nevermore. It seems there were two cracks in her monochromatic armor; Rosaline Rotwood really was a dreadful Raven if she couldn’t see that.

Wednesday Addams, despite her protests to the contrary, did have a heart - and whether a certain Hyde deserved it or not, at the very least, he had managed to capture its intrigue.

She glares up at him, dark eyes flashing, and already he can hear the righteous thunder that’s pounding in her veins, a melody composed of neon orange skies and broken lullabies. She’s not frightened, oh no; she’s furious, and it’s a familiar rage, one that’s written in every scar painted on his own skin.

He yanks her up by the hair, the strands twisting and snarling through his fingers, too soft and delicate to be anything real in this world. She’s lived in her pristine little tomb filled with hopes and dreams and bullshit and lies, but this? Well sweetheart, this anger is real.

Cooper Howard would tell her to run away, as fast as her damn legs could carry her; the Ghoul simply grins down at her, his lips crooking up to the side in a familiar fashion, welcoming the challenge.

“Hey, I happen to think I look quite dashing!”

“That’s because you’re not the one stuck looking like something Prince Charming shit out!”

“I’d go more with A Flock of Seagulls…”