Beatrice reaches out and taps Ava’s notebook. “Finish your work.”
”Yes, ma’am.” Ava tries to sand the words down with humor, smooth them into an insignificant bump in their usual conversation, but her voice is too throaty, even to her own ears.
She feels Beatrice’s eyes linger on her for long, long afterwards.
Ava hires Beatrice as her tutor. Things go swimmingly.
Recently, Ava had been watching Youtube videos on mindfulness in an effort to try to increase the percentage of her thoughts she was able to keep just in her head. That training was about to fail her spectacularly. “One of the nuns is kind of cute.”
Mary’s fingers paused mid stitch. Ava’s fork paused halfway to her mouth as her brain caught up with what she’d just said.
“Ava, what the fu—”
Ava has to spend several weeks in a church archive. The person running the archive is a nun, and also hot. She is totally normal and respectful about this.
To Ava, nothing had ever been so confusing, so gorgeous, so heartbreaking as the discovery of her own body. And then there was her discovery of Beatrice’s.
Ava accidentally sees Beatrice naked. It makes the whole "sharing a one bedroom apartment in Switzerland" thing a little more complicated than it was before. A comedy of errors in three acts.
Beatrice finds herself musing not over duty and sacrifice and God, but the truth of angels, if they can be created rather than summoned. If they can take the form of women with overeager mouths and careless limbs and eyes with a depth that beckons - a crooked finger, a spiral staircase - if they can be both human and not, both beautiful and terrifying.
Ava asks, What do you want, Beatrice?
(Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Tell me and I’ll build you a home there. Tell me and I’ll rearrange the universe to make it all fit, angels and demons be damned. Tell me it’s me. Me. Me.)
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Wednesday let her chin fall against Enid’s shoulder as the other girl pulled her closer. Her own shoulder pushed against Enid’s, and it ached from the black arrow that pierced it only 10 minutes ago.
Still, Wednesday let her body collide with the blonde’s, letting out a sigh and closing her eyes tightly. Then she was falling and falling, Enid’s strong arms being the only thing holding her up. Her head felt heavy, as the ground disappeared from under her feet.
She heard someone scream her name, then everything went dark.
or: the one in which Wednesday collapses right into her roommate’s arms during the hug, and now everyone is panicking. Especially Enid.
- Part 2 of WednesdayWhumpStories
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