𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄 [ 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ]

ꕥ 002 :

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DUSTY PALE COLORED MOTH . . .

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❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Y/N POV :

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"Y'know . . . It's a small school. There wasn't much online about you. Very much alike to Y/N." Enid mentioned out, glaring at me briefly as I sheepishly smiled in return.

I was far too busy for such mess, I'd rather go out and hunt a damn human than scroll in various directions on a piece of electronic glass.

"But, uh . . . You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok!" Enid proposed, an everlasting smile plastered onto her lips.

I idly stood, listening to the slow breathing cycle of Wednesday beside me, watching her part her lips slightly while she stared Enid down.

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation." Wednesday spoke, turning motionlessly after as she started to walk away.

I stared, slowly turning to look Enid in the eyes as she nodded her head subtly as a late response. I grinned,

"Charming, isn't she?" Enid glared, my expression didn't falter as she turned away abrubtly. I turned to head my own way myself,

"I thought you enjoyed your solitude . . . or whatever, Y/N. Why the sudden interest?" Enid began to mutter, I pulled my lips into a thin line as my hands were behind my back. My eyes meeting Enid's,

"Sometimes I have to put my own solitude aside to ease my curiousity."

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Enid's dorm room was outright putrid. I was tucked away, out of sight, the dark hues of the night acting as an aid to my current situation I had been self situated with.

I sat behind a gray statue of a gargoyle, it hiding me well as my legs were crossed like that of a child upon the railing I sat upon.

It's been an hour . . . or a few, perhaps.

Me sitting here, Wednesday emotionlessly scraping the colored mess off the spider webbed window in her and Enid's dorm. She hadn't known I'm here, not yet.

Like always, my stealth and camouflage is much too good.

I hummed to myself, inching my head closer as I saw the door behind her swing open, a figure emerging. Enid, finally.

I huffed, standing up on top of the railing as Wednesday's attention was turned to Enid and hers on Wednesday. I flung myself back, falling as I felt my body morph into a small dark furred creature. Spiraling as I flew upwards to listen in on the pair.

My thirst has become worse, longing for a thick blend . . .

"I--"

"Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time." I heard Wednesday say, she sat before a sleek black type writer, going at it.

Enid seemed to be mildly taken aback by Wednesday's behavior, to this I couldn't relate.

"Your writing time?"

"I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you do the same, your blog might be coherent, I reckon that vampire girl would even be more literate than you."

I evenly smiled upon my mention, inching closer to the window. Enid seemed to keep silent, unusually silent.

See, if I truly cared, I might've some what felt bad for her, but I don't.

The thought of my mention upon Wednesday's tongue had sparked a peculiar string of emotion inside of my system.

"I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation."

"I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love." Enid subtly struggled to say, absolutely offended by Wednesday's brutal honesty. Brutality!

I'm wasting my time.

I quickly shot upwards, away. Listening in on the pair felt tedious, see, I'd rather talk to Wednesday than watch her do so with others. Though, this had been fun . . .

I reckon her time with me would be much more beneficial.

I landed soundlessly on the gray balcony of my dorm, slowly inching towards the star shaped window. I was practically dragging my feet, whatever, I looked cool . . . My feet then began to hover, levitating as I swung the entrance of my window inside-out.

Stepping inside the darkly lit area.

My fingertips traced over the dusted dark wood of my bed frame, grabbing a leather book from beside it. I hastily threw it open on top of my bed, rapidly jotting down a rough description of my dear Wednesday.

I've never been interested in someone like this . . . Jet black hair . . . Dark glossy eyes . . . A fair pale shade of skin . . .

I thought for a second in pure silence, standing up as I let the book close. I hovered towards my dresser, pulling it open to find my clothes neatly folded, a pile of dead insects beside it.

I grinned, grabbing a dusty pale colored moth as I pined it against a black plank of wood gently. Grabbing a few nails and placing them inside my mouth, holding them there as I delicately began to spread the deceased creature's right wing, holding it in place as I grabbed a small nail from the corner of my mouth.

It gently scraped the surface of the plank, I held it as I slammed it gently with a hammer, continuing so with the rest of it's parts.

I held the piece high, marveling proudly as I sealed it with glass, deep red wax holding it together. A signature of mine.

"Art." I mumbled, setting it on top my dresser with a gentle touch. Staring down at my pretty crafted piece.

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THE END OF PART 002 . . .

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QUESTION : How many languages can you speak and what are they?

ANSWERS :

I can speak two fluently, English ( obviously ) and Afrikaans ( my native language! ). Though I understand most Dutch but cannot speak it on my own.

P.S. Sorry for the long wait, I had a spontaneous depressive episode out of nowhere !!