There's a curious glint in her eyes when she sees him but it falls flat at the cold slab of meat in front of her. Wednesday stabs at it, the knife piercing through with ease. “I think it works.”

Tightly, enough to restrain his airways.

She keeps him on his toes.

Perhaps she wants attention. But also don't look at or touch her. Nothing is ever easy with Wednesday.

Shrugs. Any companion would do really.

Fair enough, Wednesday would only glare daggers his way anyway.

Why? It's not her birthday yet.

⠀ ⠀ 　　⠀ ❛ she danced naked in the town square and enslaved a minister. ❜⠀ ⠀ 　　⠀

Climbs on top of a tomb, curling into a ball as she takes a nap.

⠀ ⠀ 　　⠀ a boy , a girl , an open grave.⠀ ⠀ 　　⠀

Wow. Take my heart, it’s yours.

“I’d like it in a box.”

Now that's quite the compliment.

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏.

"Follow me back."

Holds her hand out to the cobwebs, letting the spider crawl to her finger. Hmn, home sweet home.