little devils | wenclair

eight | claws and fangs

One evening, Dante sat with Atlas in their room, their voices hushed. "Atty, do you ever worry that I'll never get any claws?" He asked, looking down at the ground.

She looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and mischief in her eyes. "Dante, you worry too much," she said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Who knows, maybe your claws are just taking their sweet time."

Dante managed a small smile, appreciating his sister's attempt to comfort him. "I guess so. It's just... hard not to think about it."

Atlas nodded in understanding. "I get it. But you know, even if you don't end up with claws and fangs, maybe you'll have powers like mama! I hope I get her powers too!"

This only made the boy more worried. He knew how dark his mama's visions are. He didn't even want to think about that sort of thing.

Later on, Dante sat in the music room, his fingers lightly tracing the keys of the piano. The room was very calming for him. He looked up as Wednesday entered, her presence as commanding as always.

"Hello, Dante," she greeted, her tone softening when she saw the furrow in his brow. "What's on your mind?"

Dante hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke. "It's... it's about the powers, Mama. I've been thinking... What if I get powers like yours? I mean, you have those dark visions, and I'm scared I'll see them."

Wednesday moved to sit beside him. "Dante, I understand your fear. My abilities can be... unsettling, to say the least. But remember, I'm a Raven. Your Grandma is a Dove, she sees good things. If you inherit our gift, it may be different."

Dante looked at her, searching for reassurance. "But what if they're just as dark? What if I see things that I can't handle?"

Wednesday's hand found his, her grip firm and reassuring. "Then you'll have me, Dante. You'll have your Mama and your family to lean on. We'll face whatever comes together, just like we always have."

Dante took a deep breath, "I know, Mama. It's just... scary to think about."

"Try not to worry about it, mi amor. No matter what abilities you inherit, we'll face them together."

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Enid and Wednesday sat together in their room, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows on the walls. Wednesday looked over at her wife who was reading a book, called, "A Werewolf's Guide To Murder."

"Enid, Cara Mia, we need to talk about Dante," Wednesday began, her voice steady but filled with worry.

Enid looked up from the book she was reading, concern now washed over her face. "What's on your mind, babe?"

Wednesday paused, choosing her words carefully. "Dante's been expressing his concerns about inheriting our abilities, particularly mine. He's worried about the darkness within the visions."

Enid's brow furrowed in concern. She set the book aside, giving Wednesday her full attention. "I know it's a lot for him to think about, especially at his age. But he's strong, and he has us to support him."

Wednesday nodded, her gaze fixed on the other side of the room. "I have a feeling, Enid. A feeling that Dante will develop powers much like mine. It's in the way he senses things, the way he's attuned to the energies around him."

Enid couldn't hide her worry. "But Wednesday, you know how... intense your visions can be. I don't want our son to go through that."

"I understand your concern, Enid. I don't want Dante to go through the darker aspects of my abilities either. But he's also inheriting our strength, our resilience. He won't be alone in this," Wednesday reassured her wife.

Enid took a deep breath, her gaze meeting Wednesday's. "I just want him to have a normal childhood, you know? To not have to worry about things like this. As it is, he struggles so much."

Wednesday reached out, taking Enid's hand in hers. "We'll do everything we can to support him, to guide him through this. And we'll make sure he has as normal a childhood as possible. But we can't deny who he is, Querida. He's an Addams."

Enid nodded, her grip on Wednesday's hand firm. "You're right, babe."

Meanwhile Dante pushed open the door to their shared room, his eyes immediately drawn to Atlas, who was hunched over her desk, carefully applying nail polish to her claws.

"Hey, Atty," he greeted, a smile forming on his lips.

Atlas looked up, her eyes lighting up when she saw her brother. "Hey, Dante! Check this out," she said, holding up her hand to display the different colors on her claws.

Dante walked over, studying the different colors of each claw. "That's pretty cool, Atty. It gives them an even more unique look."

Atlas grinned. "Right? I thought it'd be fun to try something different."

As she continued to work, Dante watched. "Here, let me help," Dante offered, picking up a small brush and a bottle of nail polish. He carefully began to paint the claws on Atlas's other hand.

Atlas watched him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Thanks, Dante. You're good at this."

Dante chuckled. "Years of piano playing, I guess I have study hands."

As he carefully applied the polish, the two fell into a comfortable silence. They had always shared a special bond, but lately, it felt like it was growing even stronger.

"You know, Atty, I've been thinking," Dante began, breaking the quiet.

Atlas glanced over at him, "About what?"

Dante paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "About our powers... or rather, the lack of mine. Sometimes, I worry that I'll never get any."

Atlas put down the nail polish, turning her full attention to her brother. "Dante, don't be silly. You're amazing just the way you are! Who needs claws and fangs when you've got all the talent and kindness in the world?"

Dante couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through him at her words. "Thanks, Atty. That means a lot."

Little did they know, Enid and Wednesday stood just outside the door. Allowing them to hear every word of the heartfelt conversation between their twins. They exchanged a knowing glance, their hearts full, knowing the strong bond that Atlas and Dante shared.

Enid couldn't help but smile, her eyes shimmering with warmth. "They're truly something special, aren't they?" she whispered to Wednesday.

Wednesday nodded, her gaze fixed on the scene before them.

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