Glitter Bats

                                    

                                          
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Wednesday wasn’t accustomed to distractions. Her life was a precise orchestration of macabre interests and meticulous goals. Yet here she was, sitting cross-legged on Enid’s bed, her once-icy resolve thawing as she meticulously painted tiny bats on Enid’s nails.  
Enid was unusually quiet, which was rare for her. She was watching Wednesday intently, her head tilted slightly, the soft glow of fairy lights reflecting in her blue eyes.  
"You’ve improved," Enid said after a moment, her voice unusually soft.  
"I was already proficient," Wednesday replied flatly, carefully dragging the fine brush along Enid’s thumb.  
Enid grinned. "Yeah, but I think you’re secretly enjoying this now."  
Wednesday paused, the brush hovering mid-air. "I don’t enjoy anything. But if I did, it wouldn’t be this."  
The pink streak in Enid’s hair caught the light as she leaned closer, a teasing smile dancing on her lips. "Uh-huh. Sure. And you totally don’t check my nail polish drawer when you think I’m not looking."  
Wednesday didn’t dignify that with a response, though her hand twitched ever so slightly.  
“Admit it,” Enid pressed, “you like spending time with me.”  
“I tolerate your presence,” Wednesday corrected, though her tone lacked its usual edge.  
Enid’s grin widened. “That’s practically a love letter coming from you.”  
Wednesday exhaled sharply, setting down the nail polish brush. “If I didn’t care for precision, I would have painted your nails entirely black.”  
“But you didn’t,” Enid pointed out triumphantly. “You’re blending my aesthetic with yours. Look, you’ve got glitter bats on baby blue!”  
Wednesday glanced down at the tiny bats, glittering faintly against the soft blue background. It was a surprisingly effective combination, though she would never admit it. "You’re insufferable," she muttered.  
"And you’re adorable," Enid shot back, winking.  
Wednesday’s glare faltered for half a second, and Enid caught it.  
"Don’t look at me like that," Enid teased. "I know you secretly like it when I call you adorable."  
"If you continue this line of thought, you’ll regret it," Wednesday said coolly, though her hand lingered on Enid’s for a moment longer than necessary.  
"Sure, sure," Enid replied, leaning back on her pillows, her freshly painted nails spread out for inspection. "But for the record, I like spending time with you too."  
Wednesday didn’t respond, but the faintest quirk of her lips betrayed her. She reached for the topcoat. "Stay still. If you ruin the bats, I’ll hold you personally accountable."  
Enid beamed. "Anything for you, Wens."  
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Decided to write some fluff, since I've been writing alot of angst, couldn't leave you guys depressed, hope you enjoyed, have a nice day/evening <3