Fics like the mortifying ordeal of being known

There was Wednesday, standing over Enid in the dark, the moonlight catching on the slope of her jaw and the sharpness of her right cheekbone. Enid forced herself to ignore how striking she looked, how much the moonlight suited her, so that she could choose rightful annoyance over awe. She propped herself up on her elbow, her hair tickling her face as it fell to one side. “Why am I awake if it’s still dark outside? We graduate in the morning, and I’m trying to get my beauty sleep in before I have to walk.” Wednesday eyed her carefully. “Surely, you don’t think you need any more of that,” she remarked. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” Enid said, despite the fact that the compliment, roundabout as it was, was definitely dulling her exasperation. Truly, they both knew flattery always worked on Enid. “We need to go to West Virginia,” Wednesday said. OR Wednesday and Enid embark on a week long post-grad roadtrip to bring a message from Uncle Fester to Mothman and might just be forced to talk about their feelings along the way

Fics like the mortifying ordeal of being known

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