So I'm trying my hand at drabbles. And what better category to write for than Sister's Grimm? I ended up named this on Musings on Life, because well, that basically summed up all of the drabbles. Hope you enjoy & review!
LUNAtic Rabbits
Binder
Binders reflect people's personality and preferences. Take Red's binder for example. It was a deep crimson color, and was plastered with Green Day and Evanescence stickers and little sentimental scraps of her life. It spoke for itself. Sabrina's was a little harder to read. It was the color of her eyes, but other than her initials in the upper left corner, and the neatly organized papers inside, there were no other clues. However, there were a couple tear stains on several of the papers. And that's how Red knew there was more to Sabrina than was visible from the outside.
Flight
Sabrina envied Puck when it came to his wings. How she longed to be able to soar through the air freely, with nothing hindering her or tying her down, no responsibilities like the ones that had weighed down on her shoulders for as long as she could remember, no younger sister to look after. To her, the feeling of the wind in her eyes, freeing her hair, whistling in her ear, was the most exhilarating thing she had ever known. She hated Puck's aerial tricks and stunt flips. Because flight would be the one thing she could never ever achieve.
Moths
Moth liked to think of people, as well, moths. It was how she kept track of people. Most people were easy to find a color for. The younger Grimm was white, she was pure and cheerful. Puck was amber, lively, royal and fierce. But, that Grimm, the older one, Sabrina was a tricky one. She wasn't red, or purple, not entirely blue, or green or yellow or black or brown or white. She was more like a mixture of each. She was a rainbow moth, bright as the sun and spirited. Moth supposed that was why Puck found her attractive.
Clumsy
At the age of 14, Daphne had finally gotten her growth spurt. Unfortunately, this new phase had made her extremely clumsy and unbalanced. While her sister was still the elusive Queen of Sneaks, it seemed Daphne couldn't go a day without walking into a piece of furniture, or in some cases, a wall or door. Her attempts to be quiet generally were ruined by a floorboard or stubbed toe. It was even worse in P.E. class at school. She hated it; until she tripped while rushing across the street and a brown-eyed stranger came to the rescue and caught her.
Snow
Deep down, Snow White detested snow. It was too perfect and white and fluffy, and she'd tried too many times to know that kind of perfection was unattainable. For so long, she had tried to be a perfect princess for Charming; compassionate and delicate and trustworthy. But then her personality kicked in and it all fell to pieces. It was even worse that society expected her to love snow, because she was named after it. But, no matter how hard she tried, Snow White would never ever be a fragile china doll. She had her step-mother to blame for that.
Waltz
Surprisingly, Puck knew how to waltz. It was shocking that the King of Thieves, so full of scrupulous morals, could waltz. And he could do it well. To Sabrina, waltzing was something that elegant, stuck-up wealthy people did (and ok, that wasn't true, but you can blame movies for the mistaken perspective) and somehow Puck didn't fit that description. When she broached the subject, he only snorted haughtily. "I'll have you know, Grimm, that I am a Faerie prince. Dear father hosted a monthly banquet. Do you think I had a choice on whether I wanted to learn to waltz?"
Clubbing
Mustardseed was kind of tired of being the responsible one, always having to lecture his older brother, and take care of the things that the actual heir so commonly neglected. But now that everything had been converted to a democracy, Mustardseed wanted to go out and have fun, to laugh, and be free, unhindered by anything. He talked to Mama Goose about it, and she suggested that he go out clubbing. So he tried it, but the drunk, tipsy people trying to approach him, the shrieking screams, brawls, and what was called "dancing" proved too much, and he gave up.
Scapegoat
Bunny Lancaster somehow ended up as the scapegoat for everything. She was always blamed, no matter how small her involvement. Everyone, blame things on the witch who already has a reputation, she thought bitterly. What's one more infraction on for her? It continued and she grew more and more bitter and hateful, and now she was actually guilty of the crimes, but she couldn't redeem herself by saying that the earlier crimes were not her fault, because now she'd made some serious mistakes, and she was now trapped in a web of lies that she couldn't break free. It sucked.