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Wednesday's skin was icy to the touch, like a corpse that was long ago dead and forgotten in the mortuary. Contrary to what was expected, Addams didn't feel cold — her body temperature was decent enough to live in, never making her uncomfortable independently of the weather. That's why she didn't care about her own corporal temperature.
Bianca, on the other hand, very much cared. But not in the way people normally would; there was something refreshing to the gelid skin, a special feeling that she only associated with the ocean before. Each touch carried its own meaning for Barclay. Holding Wednesday's hand was like having a piece of the deep parts of the sea with her, where she used to swim as a child: free and curious. Hugging the other was like being surrounded by the water, once again in her element where she is one of the strongest among all the life that's inside the ocean.
Kissing her feels like breathing at home, deep in the water with the cold around her and the sound of the waves in her ears — the only difference between the sea and Addams would be that only one of them made her breathless.
