Wenclair One-Shots

Kissing is Kind of Our Thing

There was a tug at Enid's heart as she thought about her roommate. She longed to know if there was a time that Wednesday had felt the true spirit of Christmas. If maybe she had ever smiled or laughed at a joke around the table at dinner, or spent time exchanging gifts with her family, or woken up on Christmas morning excited for the events to come. It hurt Enid to know that maybe Wednesday had never felt or experienced that. Especially knowing Enid had enjoyed Christmas since she was a child. She hoped that one day, Wednesday would feel joy for Christmas, and maybe Enid could invoke that for her.

As she reached the door to their dormitory she pushed the thoughts away and was greeted by a familiar sight as she stepped into the room.

The last of the sunset was gleaming through their window, lighting up the room in an array of colours thanks to Enid's side of the room. Wednesday was seated at her desk, posture immaculate as always. Her fingers were hasty on the typewriter working on whatever novel or chapter she was currently on. Her eyebrows were furrowed in complete concentration. Enid knew that Wednesday appreciated the lack of classes as it gave her far more time to write.

"Hey I'm back," Enid called out, "You should come for a walk with me around the school before the term is over. I'm pretty sure I've explored every nook and cranny for decorations, but I'm sure I've missed something."

Even though Wednesday wasn't looking, Enid smiled at her.

She crossed the room and made her way to her own desk, putting her stuff down in a messy pile.

"I'd rather not. Christmas is a feeble attempt at procuring some type of joyous feeling in people. Something of which I have no desire to partake in as I am perfectly fine in this mood," Wednesday regarded. She still hadn't looked at Enid, who was rolling her eyes with a small smile at the sentiment

There was a small pause in the conversation. A pause of this size usually meant the girls would be lulled back into their common comfortable silences, both of them existing in each other's space, but doing their own thing. They had, over time, managed to find a perfect balance of conversation and silence. Enid found that Wednesday far preferred listening to talking, but often added her tidbits when necessary. She also enjoyed spending time with her. Something that made Enid's heart glow, considering Wednesday didn't enjoy spending time with anyone.

Just as Enid was about to get onto her bed and scroll on her phone, Wednesday turned in her chair.

"I'm surprised Enid," she said, "I thought you would be chewing my ear off about the dinner in three days' time, or the fact that you will soon be heading home to San Francisco for the holidays. Something I assume you are very excited about."

"Oh," Enid said, raising her eyebrows. She was surprised Wednesday remembered the dinner at all, or that Enid was going home for the holidays. But then again, Wednesday was full of surprises, and shockingly, very thoughtful.

"Well honestly, I haven't thought about going home yet."

She bit back telling Wednesday that she wasn't sure if she wanted to go home in the first place, and left it at that. Enid was scared that she was going to be bombarded with questions about her inability to wolf out. Something that was never questioned here at school, even by the other furs.

"Okay," Wednesday said, turning back around.

For once, Enid was glad that Wednesday didn't push, so she grabbed a magazine and made herself comfortable in bed.

Each year, the Christmas dinner required people to go in pairs, so you had somebody to sit next to or across from. Enid thought it was only natural to ask Wednesday, considering neither of them had partners, or any friends closer. She couldn't imagine anyone else by her side for the occasion.