WHETHER IT WAS MUSIC, PAINTING OR GARDENING, Morticia felt it important to encourage her children in all forms of artistic behaviors that might lead them into a life of their own interests. Whichever they preferred. Hobbies that they could do and bond together as a family. The fact that Wednesday in particular had become so musically inclined pleased the matriarch to great extent, something that was just theirs. Specifically, theirs.
Music filled the room with every note presented, gliding through the air in a synchronized melody that was both dark and beautifully conducted by abstract improvisation. They flowed perfectly together, creating something that would soon be lost and forgotten to the world and yet, Morticia would relish in the memory for herself. She could feel the vibration of strings against her fingers as they moved, violin pinned to the crook of her neck in an almost violent way that may leave a mark against pale skin. Bow gliding elegantly but with a precision that demonstrated the very essence of versatile artistry in every stroke and finger placement.
Ears listening to both the sounds that illuminated from strings in their instruments and the way her daughter played in such a way that her own expression couldn't help but react. She cherished these moments, as rare as they were, though she too understood the concept of a grand finale. With one final note that seemed to drag along with the slow movement of her bow, Morticia's body ceased in swaying, finger against string pressing down but moving in such a way that caused a reverberating descent.
Once music fades, Morticia allowed for her hands to loosen their grip, removing the instrument from her neck as eyes slowly began to open. An exhalation of breath before she looks towards Wednesday when she begins to speak, a small curl to the corner of painted lips indicating a pleased but silent inflection. She stood there for a moment, taking in her daughter's recollection and inquiry with a steady gaze.
❝ You're growing into a beautiful young woman, Wednesday. One day, you won't want to share in these moments together. You'll experience the terrors of this world on your own, create your own experiences and I won't always be there to protect you. ❞ She pauses if only to broaden her smirk. The music they had played being inspired by the concept of both longing and growth. ❝ I've never been more proud of you, chérie. ❞