Give a Punk hope

Rating: Cute

my mum's name was ayda aguefort, too.

i bet ayda was one hell of a mom. it’s no wonder garthy is so sharp, she must have taught them everything she knew. no crumby leviathan schools for her kid. she must have been terrified of messing it up, but i bet she loved caring for this scrappy orphan the way no one did for her. i bet her journals from the years garthy was growing up are the most detailed ones she has. she wouldn’t have ever wanted forget a moment of it. garthy must have loved her so much. they must miss her in a way that no one can really understand. ayda aguefort is still here, but garthy will never see their mom again.

“So, remind me why we’re here again?” Enid asked nervously.

“Grandmama has finalized setting up my grave and…” Wednesday pulled Enid’s hand, guiding her through the family cemetery, which was bigger than Enid had imagined. “I had her make some…last-minute changes.”

“Changes?”

“Correct.” Wednesday turned and held both of Enid’s hands. “Since the recent development of our…relationship, I have had to make some modifications and I would like for you to see them.”

Enid smiled at Wednesday’s acknowledgment. “You’re so romantic, you know that?”

Wednesday kissed the back of her hand. “Only for you.” She continued to lead the way.

They made a stop at the base of two freshly dug graves…

“Wends…” Enid gasped as she noticed the hauntingly beautiful marble headstones.

“Lay with me.” Wednesday offered, pointing to the graves.

Enid blinked. “You want to lay…in there?”

“I had Grandmama move mine to accommodate yours and…” Wednesday said, poking her head up from her side. “There is a way to always feel your touch…for all eternity.”

Enid stepped into her side and laid down, noticing the arm-sized hole between both graves. “Is this…”

Wednesday stuck her hand through. “So we can hold hands as we perish into the soil from which we came.”

Enid snickered. “Of course you’d do the most utterly romantic thing ever.” She met Wednesday halfway, holding her hand and caressing it with her thumb.

“Would you do me the honor of laying with me forever?” Wednesday squeezed.

Enid’s smile deepened. “Forever and always.”

Enid: The are NOT the same! Mine stick with an adhesive!

Wednesday: As do mine.

Enid: NAILS are NOT adhesives, they’re MECHANICAL FASTENERS!

Wednesday:

Wednesday: I confess, I didn’t expect for you to know the difference, let alone the correct nomenclature. The fact that you do is quite… alluring.

Enid: Alluring enough that you’ll give me your hammer and that bucket of nails?

Wednesday: Of course, mi lobita, they are yours.

Enid: And your nail gun?

Wednesday:

Wednesday: …Fine.

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