This story is essentially something like various oneshots combined with story prompts. I was reading 'The Moments We Share' by Curlscat and thought that this might be a good fanfiction to write considering I have been suffering from a severe lack of inspiration. I will also be trying in some of these stories to write in a style similar to ember53608, kind of surreal but realistic? Read his/her (sorry your profile doesn't specify your gender) stories it'll make sense then. I especially recommend 'midnight' and 'more than meets the eye'.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sisters Grimm
P.S. There will be some character death, character resurrection, out-of-character behaviour, stuff like that. Just a warning.
P.P.S. I will be very surprised if anyone recognises the title, and congratulations to those who did, but to those who haven't it is a direct quote from 'The Jabberwocky' by Lewis Carroll, which I thought would be pretty neat considering the Sisters Grimm includes the Jabberwocky. Also, 'The Jabberwocky' is one of my favourite poems which is why I thought of this line.
Blue
The ocean is the sight that greets his eyes, this flat piece of turgid glass which laps against the sandy bay. For a second, it appears almost pure blue, cobalt or navy or whatever, but when his sharp eyes peer closer, than he realises that in fact it's not. That in fact, it's more of a green colour, like a green which has shades of blue washed in it, some hybrid green-blue colour. Like turquoise, sort of.
That's why, when he's flying over the beach one day, skimming the waves with his bare feet, his eyes take on a dream-like look, and he's transported to a past time.
...
His life used to be like green, like green incarnate. His life was the green of naivete, green behind the ears, the boy who never grew up. He would lie on the sun-baked dirt, stare up at the leaves of the trees, as now-coloured sunlight filtered through, hazy and fuzzy and warm. It was a time of innocence, of carefree joy, running through wet puddles of mud, talking to elephants, and tigers, and cougars, flying high into the air and dropping earthworms on unsuspecting victims, before retreating into the clouds. It was fun, and free, and childish.
And it got boring. Soon it became repetitive, humdrum almost, a life dedicated to one single, mono-syllabic colour. He found himself yawning more than he was laughing, napping more than he was pranking, in a vain effort to pass the time. And then she burst in. And changed things.
...
She was blue, like fire, like ice, like crackling pulses of lightning webbing along the infinite expanse of the sky. She was a sheer hurricane of activity, whirling and swirling and moving like a clap of supercharged thunder, and out popped his wings and he tried his best to keep up. He'd fly alongside her, with her, always, beating furiously as he strained against the wind.
She shook his life up, sent large echoing ripples against the green-blue surface of the water, brought excitement, and passion, and something different. And for that, he loved her.
...
The coastal wind whipped through his hair as he flew faster, and faster, whipped up into a frenzy in the sheer fervour of his thoughts. His mind raced, green eyes shimmering, the breath caught in his mouth, and his throat, and his nose, harsh and raspy as he sucked in great draughts of air. His brain surged with fire as idea after electrified idea bolted through his mind. Is this what it's like to have an epiphany?
Suddenly, he stopped. He hovered in the air, pink wings buzzing, as a plan slowly grew in his head, simple yet effective. A wicked grin drew itself across his face.
X
She screamed. Storming through the hallway, she slammed open his door to find him lounging on the trampoline, smirking. He chuckled when he saw her, standing up and walking to her as he grinned appreciatively at her now-aquamarine hair.
Maybe I should tell her now? he thought, tentatively.
And then she punched him, and he fell to the ground gasping.
Or maybe not.
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