For soon we'll away

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𝕎𝔼𝔻ℕ𝔼𝕊𝔻𝔸𝕐 arrived back at Nevermore, the stone corridors echoing with a faint sobbing sound that drew his attention. He was about to continue to his own room when the muffled cries led him to the door of Lilith and Enid's dorm. Intrigued and slightly annoyed by the disturbance, he pushed the door open to find Enid hunched over on her bed, tears streaming down her face, while Lilith sat beside her, her hand moving in soothing circles on Enid's back.

Enid looked up, her eyes red and puffy, and without hesitation, she stormed toward Wednesday. "Where have you been? I'm literally having a heart attack right now! Yoko is in the infirmary!" she sobbed, her voice trembling with anxiety.

Wednesday remained unperturbed, his expression as stoic as ever, but his gaze shifted to Lilith. "What happened?" he asked, his tone clipped.

Lilith sighed, a mix of irritation and concern flashing in her eyes as she absently scratched behind her cat Eclipse's ear. "Garlic bread incident at dinner. She had a major allergic reaction."

Enid's voice broke as she added, "Which means she's out of the Poe Cup, and I don't have a co-pilot." Her distress was palpable, a storm of emotions barely held in check.

Wednesday's eyes narrowed. "It wasn't an accident. Bianca's behind it," he said, the words laced with certainty.

Lilith's head snapped up, her eyes locking onto his with a dark intensity. Before Enid could even ask how he knew, Lilith's sinister chuckle filled the room, a sound that sent shivers down Enid's spine. The atmosphere thickened as Lilith lifted her head, her eyes clouding over with a misty, ominous gray. "I'm going to kill that damn fish," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom as she made a move for the door.

Before she could leave, Wednesday swiftly grabbed her by the waist, his grip firm and unyielding. "Doesn't matter. The three of us are going to take her down tomorrow," he declared, his voice steady and unyielding as Lilith struggled against his hold, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.

Enid, still sniffling, looked at Wednesday with wide eyes. "Wait, you're joining the Black Cats? You'd be willing to do that? For us?"

Wednesday didn't waver, his focus solely on the task at hand. "I want to humiliate Bianca so badly that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat," he snarled, his voice filled with a quiet rage.

Enid hesitated before she asked, "...Yeah, but mostly you're doing it because we're friends, right?"

Wednesday didn't dignify the question with an answer. Instead, he turned to Lilith, who was still bristling with barely contained fury in his arms. "Tell me how she keeps winning," he demanded.

Lilith's lips curled into a dark smile as she explained, "It's a real brain cramp. The past two years, no other boat has made it across the lake and back without sinking."

"Sounds like sabotage," Wednesday deduced, his mind already working through the possibilities.

Enid nodded, wiping her eyes as she added, "There are no rules in the Poe Cup, and she is a siren, which makes her master of water."

Wednesday's gaze sharpened as he replied, "Then we just need to beat them at their own game. She may seem like the master of the water, but Lilith is known to be the master of shadows and the unseen. She can turn the very darkness against them, bending it to her will. So, what do you say, Miss Winters? Will you help us?"

Lilith's struggle ceased as she looked up at Wednesday, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Always," she replied, her voice a low, dangerous purr that promised retribution.

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Wednesday sat in his dimly lit room, the quiet ticking of the clock the only sound accompanying his thoughts. He was supposed to be planning for the Poe Cup, strategizing every move, every possible countermeasure against Bianca. Yet, his mind kept drifting back to the moment in Lilith's dorm room.

He couldn't shake the memory of how she felt in his arms—her warmth, the subtle but undeniable connection that sparked between them. It was unlike anything he'd experienced before, an unsettling but strangely comforting sensation. The usual coldness he prided himself on seemed to melt away in her presence, replaced by a warmth he couldn't quite comprehend. His fingers traced the edge of his desk absentmindedly as he replayed the scene in his mind: the way her body pressed against his, the determination in her eyes when she vowed to help him take down Bianca. He could still feel the lingering touch of her in his arms, the softness of her skin, the strength beneath it. It was intoxicating, a distraction he didn't want to admit to.

Across the hall, Lilith was equally restless. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling as Eclipse purred softly beside her. Her thoughts were consumed by Wednesday—the way he had held her, the intensity in his eyes, and how, for a brief moment, she felt safe and vulnerable all at once.

She couldn't deny the strange, almost electric connection between them. It wasn't just the physical closeness; it was the way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her with an understanding that went beyond words. It made her heart race in a way she wasn't used to, a feeling that both thrilled and unnerved her.

Lilith closed her eyes, her mind wandering back to that moment in his arms. There was something about him—his intensity, his cold demeanour that melted just a bit when they were alone. She felt drawn to him in a way that defied logic, a pull she couldn't resist.

Wednesday leaned back in his chair, frustration mingling with the unfamiliar warmth in his chest. He couldn't afford these distractions, not now. But as much as he tried to push thoughts of Lilith aside, they kept creeping back in, wrapping around his mind like a shadow he couldn't escape. Lilith, too, found herself smiling despite the confusion in her heart. There was something about Wednesday that she couldn't get out of her mind, something that made her want to get closer, even if it meant stepping into uncharted territory.

As the night wore on, both Wednesday and Lilith found themselves lost in thoughts of each other, a subtle but undeniable connection weaving between them, pulling them closer with every passing moment.

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As the morning sun cast its light over Nevermore Academy, Wednesday strolled outside, his gaze steady as he passed by Bianca. She caught sight of him and smirked, but her amusement held no weight—she had no idea that he and Thing had been hard at work improving their boat for the Poe Cup.

Wednesday soon approached Enid and Lilith, who were standing in front of the school, both looking eager and ready. "We're all set," Enid announced with a bright smile.

"Good. Thing's in position," Wednesday replied, his tone calm and collected.

Lilith turned to him, a playful glint in her eyes. "Can't you tell us what you two were up to?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Wednesday gave her a smirk, locking eyes with her. "And spoil the surprise? Where's the fun in that?" Lilith raised an eyebrow and teased, "I didn't know you were capable of having fun, Wednesday. Or is that something else you're hiding?"

For a moment, Wednesday was caught off guard. Her words and the way she said them left him momentarily speechless, a rare occurrence for him. Lilith chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction.

Enid, sensing the playful tension, jumped in, "Speaking of surprises... your costume's in the tent!" Her tone was chipper, full of excitement.

"Costume?" Wednesday echoed, a hint of confusion in his voice. Moments later, he emerged from the tent dressed in a black leather costume, complete with cat ears perched on his head. His expression was one of pure annoyance as he stood there, clearly not thrilled with the ensemble.

Enid approached him, her own costume on, and she squealed, "OMG, you look purr-fect! Only thing, where are your whiskers?"

Wednesday shot her a threatening glare. "Ask again, and you'll be down to eight lives."

Enid chuckled nervously before she skipped away toward the canoe, leaving Wednesday to sigh in exasperation.

Just then, a voice made him turn around—Lilith had stepped out in her costume, and the sight of her made him pause. The outfit hugged her form perfectly, accentuating every curve in a way that was both alluring and distracting. She noticed his reaction and smirked, stepping closer.

Lilith caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "What's the matter, Wednesday? Cat got your tongue?"

Wednesday felt a surge of annoyance mixed with something he couldn't quite place—something warm and unfamiliar. His usual icy composure cracked as he felt a faint blush creeping up his neck.

Before Lilith could say anything more, Wednesday suddenly closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her close. The unexpected move startled her, and her teasing smirk faded as she found herself inches away from him.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Careful, Lilith. You might end up purring if you keep teasing me."

The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine, and Lilith felt her cheeks flush as her heart skipped a beat. Before she could respond, Wednesday released her and strode off, leaving her standing there, flustered and frozen in place.

"What just happened?" she muttered under her breath, her mind racing as she tried to regain her composure.

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By: SilverMist707

I hope you all have enjoyed and remember to take care of yourselves. You all are enough, just keep being you. <3