I knew you'd like it! It had better actually be hanging in your window. I know I've never been to your home, but I assume your bedroom is absent of color. Maybe having just a little bit of color will make you think of me. I like to think that maybe it would make you happy to have a little bit of a rainbow waking you up in the morning. But, if it's really not your thing, I promise not to hold it against you if you are humoring me and just tucked it away in a drawer to look at every once in awhile if you miss me too much!
So, I stayed inside during the full moon. The staff were almost weirdly upset that I didn't transition, but backed off after my claws came out. I know you like it when I really give into the freedom of being a wolf, but I felt like I needed to just hide out and avoid everyone. I'd had a nightmare ahead of the full moon that I was back in the Canadian woods, being chased. When I was thrown down, it was the leader of the camp who went for my throat. You're right, maybe I do need a dreamcatcher, the nightmares have been getting more intense. So bad I'm losing sleep.
Anyway, the idea of changing here makes me really nervous. But, I just kept my head about me, and remembered that wolfing out is *my* choice. I won't give them any of me. But the desire to release the beast within me is overwhelming. I put my headphones on, listened to cello music and let that ground me. I could *almost* convince myself it was you playing (I can't wait to hear the whole piece). The next thing I knew it was morning, and I felt safe again.
So far the only one who seems to like all of me is you. Maybe Agnes, but that still feels different. The idea of growing old with you doesn't even sound like a consolation prize. I think I would appreciate having the opportunity to annoy you into our old age. Don't you think you'd feel as if you were missing out on something? Like I wasn't enough? I know I crave affection, but the way you cared for me after I [ 'nearly di' has been well scratched out ] was injured, makes me feel like I could be content with any affection that you would offer. You are soft Wednesday Addams, when you allow yourself to be, and I can work around the sharper edges. So if we do grow old together, will you at least let me lay my head on your lap and scratch my hair behind my ear?
Of course my bedroom is devoid of color. I prefer to avoid the possibility allergic reactions in my own personal space as much as possible. However, since your suncatcher is easy to avoid touching if it's hanging up, it can be the one exception to my monochrome rule, I suppose. Thing says he thinks it brightens the place up. Just what I always wanted.
I'm sure you can hear the sarcasm and I don't have to draw one of those eyeroll pictures for you.
Your gut instincts on your transformation should be trusted. While giving in to your wolf side is certainly an attractive quality, it should only be done when you feel safe and secure. It's your emotions that cloud your ability to transform back and forth. If your anxieties are heightened, than your control will lessen, and we both know the last thing you need is to be stuck in your alpha form in a large group of traditional minded werewolves. Continue to do what you feel comfortable with and forget about how they feel over it. At least they allowed you to listen to music to control it, I suppose. If they denied you everything that helps in order to pressure you into transformation, then I would highly suggest you leave first thing.
You will always be enough for me, but if you go around calling me soft where people can see, we'll grow old together in cold silence and with very little head scratching. I trust you to maintain my carefully crafted reputation.
What do you think I would possibly be missing out on?
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I knew you'd like it! It had better actually be hanging in your window. I know I've never been to your home, but I assume your bedroom is absent of color. Maybe having just a little bit of color will make you think of me. I like to think that maybe it would make you happy to have a little bit of a rainbow waking you up in the morning. But, if it's really not your thing, I promise not to hold it against you if you are humoring me and just tucked it away in a drawer to look at every once in awhile if you miss me too much!
So, I stayed inside during the full moon. The staff were almost weirdly upset that I didn't transition, but backed off after my claws came out. I know you like it when I really give into the freedom of being a wolf, but I felt like I needed to just hide out and avoid everyone. I'd had a nightmare ahead of the full moon that I was back in the Canadian woods, being chased. When I was thrown down, it was the leader of the camp who went for my throat. You're right, maybe I do need a dreamcatcher, the nightmares have been getting more intense. So bad I'm losing sleep.
Anyway, the idea of changing here makes me really nervous. But, I just kept my head about me, and remembered that wolfing out is *my* choice. I won't give them any of me. But the desire to release the beast within me is overwhelming. I put my headphones on, listened to cello music and let that ground me. I could *almost* convince myself it was you playing (I can't wait to hear the whole piece). The next thing I knew it was morning, and I felt safe again.
So far the only one who seems to like all of me is you. Maybe Agnes, but that still feels different. The idea of growing old with you doesn't even sound like a consolation prize. I think I would appreciate having the opportunity to annoy you into our old age. Don't you think you'd feel as if you were missing out on something? Like I wasn't enough? I know I crave affection, but the way you cared for me after I [ 'nearly di' has been well scratched out ] was injured, makes me feel like I could be content with any affection that you would offer. You are soft Wednesday Addams, when you allow yourself to be, and I can work around the sharper edges. So if we do grow old together, will you at least let me lay my head on your lap and scratch my hair behind my ear?
What!? It's a werewolf thing!
Thinking of you always,
Enid
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Of course my bedroom is devoid of color. I prefer to avoid the possibility allergic reactions in my own personal space as much as possible. However, since your suncatcher is easy to avoid touching if it's hanging up, it can be the one exception to my monochrome rule, I suppose. Thing says he thinks it brightens the place up. Just what I always wanted.
I'm sure you can hear the sarcasm and I don't have to draw one of those eyeroll pictures for you.
Your gut instincts on your transformation should be trusted. While giving in to your wolf side is certainly an attractive quality, it should only be done when you feel safe and secure. It's your emotions that cloud your ability to transform back and forth. If your anxieties are heightened, than your control will lessen, and we both know the last thing you need is to be stuck in your alpha form in a large group of traditional minded werewolves. Continue to do what you feel comfortable with and forget about how they feel over it. At least they allowed you to listen to music to control it, I suppose. If they denied you everything that helps in order to pressure you into transformation, then I would highly suggest you leave first thing.
You will always be enough for me, but if you go around calling me soft where people can see, we'll grow old together in cold silence and with very little head scratching. I trust you to maintain my carefully crafted reputation.
What do you think I would possibly be missing out on?
Yours,
Wednesday Addams