DO IT AGAIN.

“chutes and chutes? i’m afraid we haven’t played that game,” she muses, but then he’s talking louder again. he’ll get along with pugsley. morticia has almost no doubts about that. they both seem to overflow with energy. “that sounds absolutely dreadful----  i’m sure it will become a favourite instantly,” no way to win? it seems just what they need. “is there anything else you play? my son... well, he has an inclination towards things that explode.” 

a frown turns down her lips as she looks at the state that her husband has gotten himself ito. still in his pajamas. hair unkept, hairs of his mustache not in line. she hates it. she hates seeing him in such a way. “mon amour,” she’s pressing fingers into his hair, completely ruining what was already a mess. “we shall be fine -- because we are together, gomez,” she’s pushing him back until he’s sat on their bed. where he’s stayed for most the day. she kneels, suddenly careless in whether she ruins the sleekness of her dress. “we could live in the middle of florida, with the sun shining, stuck in a truly dreadful dream, and surrounded by those that twitter constantly, and my heart would still be cold. because we’re together, and that is all that matters. not this home. not the material things. do you understand me, gomez?”

opening the front double doors of their home, morticia blinks down towards the child now stood before her. a smile curling up the corners of her mouth as he introduces himself.   a polite little angel,  isn’t he?   a thought ignored as she’s taking his hand.     “please,  call me morticia,”     her smile is widening, a pleased look in her eyes as she’s bending to be closer to the boy’s height.     “it’s nice to meet you, eddie.   i have two boys around your age ----  one of them should be around,  blowing something up somewhere,”     she sighs dramatically as she stands at full height again, squints at the sun that still shines     “on such a dreadful day,  would you like to come inside?  i can call your mother, if you’d prefer to let her know  --  i wouldn’t want you to catch a burn.” 

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morticia addams  &  gomez addams.   ‘til death do us part   ----   and maybe not even then.

he made the other girls shriek. morticia thinks that she’s in love. has been since that first day, when he’d stared at her from across the campfire and she had stared back. when a girl beside had told her that she had to be  truly mad  to consider gomez addams nice!  that girl hadn’t come back the next year, leaving with grazed knees and hands, tear stains on her face. she’s almost giddy as she steps outside, and he’s on one knee. they’re the most dreadful things she’s ever seen. she’s in love.     “mon amour,”    she’s gasping, thrilled. taking them from him carefully, a smile on her face. touches his, fingers brushing his cheek.     she’s going to marry him one day. she knows it, no doubt in her mind.     “you spoil me.”     she’s going to press them between the pages of her books. is going to dry them out and keep them forever.