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If I had a nickel for every time Shauna humiliated someone who she was supposed to love in front of the entire team and then it started snowing afterwards I'd have two nickels which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

The Rose And Her Thorn

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I'm so very proud of this part.

Word Count: 1100

Part 6.

Wednesday stopped at the door of her and Enid's room, staring at the brunette girl laying on her bed. Esmeria was staring at the ceiling, humming a tune under her breath.

Upon spotting Wednesday, Esmeria shot up from the bed, promptly falling to the floor and scrambling to the window in the middle of the room, blushing brightly. "Uh- Wednesday! Hi, sorry, please don't kill me. I just- I- I have no explanation for that. Sorry."

Wednesday paused, her brain fumbling for words. Strange. That didn't happen often. "I- It's okay. I was just going to play some cello, get my mind off some things."

Esmeria's eyes brightened. "Can I come? I haven't played my guitar in a while."

A very faint pink spread across Wednesday's cheeks and she nodded. Esmeria gave Wednesday a grin, then vanished into the shadows on the wall. When she reappeared with a dark purple guitar and a large black amp, Wednesday had just finished lugging her cello out of the window to the balcony, with the help of Thing.

Esmeria smiled upon seeing the hand scuttle across the floor towards her. "Hey Thing!"

Thing waved at her, running back outside to Wednesday. Esmeria followed, pulling her things behind her and out the window. "I'm back Wednesday!"

The ebony-haired girl looked to the brunette, raising an eyebrow and pointing one long, slender finger towards the amp. "Don't you need a power outlet for that?"

Esmeria glanced to Wednesday, then went back to plugging the guitar into the amp. "Nah, it's been specially made so I don't. My cousins Apollo and Hephaestus made it for my 13th birthday."

Wednesday nodded, unsurprised by the information. The girls adjusted their instruments and Esmeria looked to Wednesday for instruction. Wednesday readied her bow and began playing a song that Esmeria knew well, one of the first she had ever learned.

Paint It, Black by The Rolling Stones.

Esmeria plucked away at the chords, getting lost in the music. Wednesday sped up, playing almost frantically, Esmeria keeping up with her the whole time. The song drew to a close, Esmeria smiling as the last notes rang out across the darkening sky. There was a metallic tapping sound and Esmeria looked over to see Thing and Wednesday talking. "No, I don't really feel better. There's something wrong about this place."

Esmeria laughed. "I thought the fact that it's a school would be enough to make everything feel off."

There was a clicking sound and the circular window swung open to reveal Enid. "How the hell did you get that oversized violin out the window?"

Wednesday stood up. "I had an extra hand."

Enid shuddered as Thing revealed himself and waved at her. "Woah. Where's the rest of him?"

Wednesday shrugged lightly. "It's one of the great Addams family mysteries." The howling that occupied the background grew louder. "Why aren't you wolfing out?"

Esmeria looked at Enid in sadness as the taller girl spoke. "Because I can't." She held up her hand and flicked out her claws, withdrawing them as she moved to the balcony railing. "That's all I got. My mom says some wolves are late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it? Yeah, she says there's a chance I may never... you know."

Esmeria moved up next to her, placing an arm around her shoulder as Wednesday walked over, also leaning against the railing. "What happens then?"

Esmeria sighed, her arm tightening around Enids shoulder. "She becomes a lone wolf."

Wednesday tilted her head to the ground, a look of contemplation on her face. "Sounds perfect."

Enids eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? My life would be officially over. I'd be kicked out of my family pack with no prospect of finding a mate."

Wednesday's head tilted to the other side. "I'm failing to see the problem here."

Enid scoffed. "I could die alone!"

"We all die alone Enid." Wednesday deadpanned.

Esmeria shook her head. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

Confusion filled Wednesday's face as Enid sighed, placing her head in her hands. "You really suck at this." She turned to Wednesday and spoke again, her voice shaky, tears in her eyes. "Cheering people up?"

Wednesday shifted, looking uncomfortable. "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm upset!" Esmeria jumped slightly at the outburst, moving her arm off Enid's shoulder before the werewolf got mad and tried to eat the young god's arm. Enid wrapped her arms around herself and gave Wednesday a side-eye. "Haven't you ever cried? Or are you above that too?"

Wednesday moved closer to the railing and looked down. "It was the week after Halloween. I was six years old. I took my pet scorpion, Nero, out for his afternoon stroll, and we were ambushed. They wondered what kind of freak would have a scorpion for a pet. Two of them held me down and made me watch, while the others ran Nero over until..." She paused. "It was snowing when I buried what was left of him. I cried my little black heart out. But tears don't fix anything. So I vowed to never do it again."

Esmeria was filled with rage. The thought of Wednesday being upset filled her with more anger than she had ever felt before and it made her want to scream. Enid seemed to realize something and turned to look at Esmeria. "I just realized something. Do you cry? I've never seen you cry."

"Yeah, I cry. Just because I'm a god doesn't mean I don't cry."

Enid narrowed her eyes. "When was the last time you cried in front of a living being?"

Wednesday nodded, happy that 'The Mystery Of Esmeria Roman' was untangling once more. Esmeria sighed. "I was four. I was with my uncle and aunt, Percy and Annabeth Jackson, when we got the news that my Uncle Jason had been killed. They took me home, and I cried for the rest of the day. When my father found me, he gave a lecture on how Jason was 'just another soul' and that I 'shouldn't be crying' because people die every day. So I made the logical decision that if I couldn't cry about death without being scolded, I shouldn't cry about anything at all in front of people ever again."

Esmeria could feel the tears already collecting in her eyes and quickly stood up. "I should go. See you guys later."

Enid nodded, dazed at the story. Esmeria swung her legs over the edge of the railing and slipped into the shadows beneath.

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I AM PRAYING

I’ve been struggling to articulate this for the past few episodes but I think it’s fascinating how everyone interpreted the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote, “Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest” as “death spared the dead from the cruelty of the wilderness” because while yes, probably true, that’s not actually what that quote says.

The quote is about the person who is grieving the loss, saying that another person’s death is the kindest method of separation on them, as opposed to something like estrangement. Death, after all, doesn’t come with the torment of possibility, of unanswered questions that could technically still be answered if you swallowed your pride, etc. And well, if the rumors are to be believed, I can see that becoming very relevant over the next three weeks.

If Melissa is alive, and the other Yellowjackets besides Shauna don’t know, it might have been better if she was dead. Because of this extra burden Shauna has had to carry*, because of what Melissa might know or might have done, how she might come back to haunt Shauna, because of what the Yellowjackets might do when they find out.

My Interview With The Vampire followers know that I tend to make predictions based on what makes the most thematic sense, because at the end of the day, this is fiction written by storytellers who want to punch us in the gut. So I’m placing my bets now. Melissa is alive and death would have been kinder.

*is this what Shauna did when she got back?

OH MY GODS

Okay, so today I was waiting for a tram and there was a REALLY pretty girl at the same stop as me and while it may have just been because I was wearing my Hellfire Club t-shirt, she SMILED at me. So naturally I smiled back, and then we freaking HELD EYE CONTACT right up until I couldn't see her anymore. And because I'm only in Melbourne for a holiday and we're literally leaving tomorrow, I'm probably never gonna see this girl again. So sad rn.

WOAH

i have to leave the house for school in one hour and i am not yet out of bed

i fear i can feel the phantom needles in my arm and leg again😬