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Wednesday Addams challenges Bianca Barclay to a duel. She loses. Despite having resigned herself to her loss, she vows to herself that next time she will destroy Bianca Barclay.
So when the Poe cup happens, Wednesday jumps for joy (only figuratively. Wednesday Addams would never physically jump for joy, not even if she was tortured.) She wins. But it isn't quite the crushing defeat she had hoped to impress upon the siren. It isn't enough.
Bianca comes to Wednesday in the woods, finding her doing whatever it is that Addams' do for fun. Perhaps Bianca wants to lose to her, Wednesday thinks. Bianca challenges the Raven to a duel. Wednesday is only too happy to oblige.
A blade is tossed at her feet and Wednesday wraps her hand around the leather. She rises with a twisted grin on her face that Bianca returns.
This time Wednesday does win. And yet, Bianca only smiles, teeth bared.
Wednesday finds Bianca sitting alone at the Rave'N, away from the loud music and prying eyes. She looks almost... sad. Wednesday considers challenging her to a duel to cheer the siren up. It doesn't feel right. Instead she sits. They talk. Wednesday comes to understand Bianca in a way and in turn, is understood.
Wednesday rises and offer Bianca a hand.
A dance.
She doesn't know why she does it. This does feels right.
Somehow, they end up outside, under the stars and far from even the echoes of the music. Regardless, they sway to a melody unheard, standing so close that two hearts could be mistaken for one.
Bianca leans against one of Wednesday's shoulders and rests her hand on the other. She hums a thoughtless melody.
Wednesday fails to recall when they had gotten so close, fails to think of when the siren's presence had become a comfort.
Fingers play with the hairs at the nape of her neck; words whispered into her skin.
Thank you for this, Chè Madanm.
Wednesday doesn't think she has done anything deserving of thanks but she accepts it nonetheless and gives a small nod.
And then Bianca's word truly register. Wife?