#dolceclavier

wednesday cannot decline the opportunity to leave the premises of nevermore, even if it means socializing with a normie. thankfully, the individual wasn’t exactly a stranger. despite not considering alex a person close to her black heart, she deems him as a valuable individual amongst the many students attending nevermore academy. thus, she took into consideration edward’s proposal, to meet outside nevermore. in fact, she accepted it. “remind me why exactly did you ask for my help?” she questions everyone that crosses her path, the normie not excluded to the majority. albeit interest had been sparked within the addams progeny, it wasn’t everyday that people took interest in her and the choices she makes.

and when she lifts her head, philip is there. at some point, he had stopped being a stranger; somewhere between the flashes of violence that seemed to follow her and the curt conversations they’d held. his presence is something unfamiliar to her - a comfort. because when he’s there she knows he understands, when he’s there she can feel his experience; even if he doesn’t talk about them with her. that’s fine. she doesn’t talk much about hers either. she does see the “ don’t look at me like that. ” hanako says, sullenly. “ i already know. ” an ambush she should have seen coming, she’s already beating herself up for it. a public brawl she should have been better at hiding. but focus returns to the dead weight of the body she’s shifting out of view of the street. “ help me or get out of my way. ”

As she stood waiting at the bar for yet another Cosmopolitan, there was a rustle of fabric and her field of vision was flooded with sugar-pink and sparkle. She simply had to comment “Ten years ago, I would have had to take you home just so my daughter could see what a real-life china doll was. You look so great!”.

There were hunters and minutemen, right around the corner, from the TVA, and she found her back pressed against the wall, her arm pressed against his. Well, she figured maybe it was a last ditch thing, in case they were caught and separated, but if he thought she was going down so easily... she wasn’t sure if he knew her well enough.

Normally the old witch wouldn’t get involved. Everything happened for a reason, she believed this much to be true-- but, perhaps she was meant to stroll through the thick of the woods at this exact moment. It was possible that it would be her job to interfere.  She stood rooted to her spot, heels of her boots sinking into to the dirt. Agatha curled her fingers into her palm, eyes glazing over with a purple haze.  The witch stepped further into the thickness of the trees, fingers tingling with energy. “Why don’t you pick on someone who can fight back?” Her voice cut through. She widened her stance, violet curls emitting from her palms.  Her feet peeled away from the forest floor as she ascended toward this shadowy demon. “Get behind me.” She said to the stranger, as her magic pulsed and encapsulated the beast. “And where did you come from, hm?” She said to the attacker. The ground split open as Agatha flicked her wrists, fingers methodically flexing until the beast was gone.” She descended back to the ground and tucked her hands away in her sleeves, hiding the singes. Black magic was the only way to accomplish this task.  “I wouldn’t linger, dear, that wasn’t a permanent banishment.” She cocked her head. “We need to get you around some sage.”

“I was beginning to think I had a shadow with how closely you were following me.” Joker pointed out, deep emerald eyes staring at the stranger in question. "Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s not safe to stand too close to strangers?” He asked, coming to a stop. “They might just turn around and-” he paused for dramatic affect, lifting his hands and holding them open in front of his face with a crooked grin. “Get ya.” @dolceclavier​

“Shit... shit!” Christian gasped, clasping a hand over his mouth as he took a step back from Dolce. He hadn’t snapped out of another personality this fast in a long time, but the sound of her back hitting the wall sent him flying out. She didn’t look to hurt, he couldn’t have pushed her that hard... could he? His hands dropped down to his sides, wide green eyes staring at the girl from where he’d stumbled too across the room. “I... I am so sorry.” It was hardly above a whisper. “I promise I’ll never hurt you again, I swear it.”

“I already know there’s no point in even bothering to try and frighten you. After all, I am not the first ghost you’ve seen before, non?” The ghostly puppeteer offered a devious yet knowing grin after materializing and showing himself to the woman without a second thought or question. How interesting it was to converse with her on the other side. Death was indiscriminate, and at times, dramatically ironic. Leaning against the nearest wall, Clopin folded his arms across his chest with a small frown. “Now, here is a riddle for you to solve, if you can. Why am I here?” He asked with a faint strain of impatience while idly observing his own gloved semi-transparent hand with an air of boredom.