This one wasn't really based off a prompt, I just randomly thought of it while I was brushing my teeth and just had the sudden urge to get the idea down. I hope I didn't write it too badly, hope you enjoy it.
Simple
Sometimes Sabrina wishes everything wasn't so complicated. I mean, who can blame her? She's lived a life filled with twists and turns, mystery and shadow, cloak and dagger, and it's all so exhausting. It takes a lot of energy to constantly be on your guard, to constantly assess and defend and mature, and by the end of it she's just tired. She just wants everything to be simple, to have a straight road for once, and her sleep that night surges with dreams. Plain, easy, simple dreams.
X
Breakfast is a strange affair. Because the food is no longer strange. Granny bustles out of the kitchen holding a plate of pancakes, and a bottle of maple syrup sits on the table. Its sweet (she checks carefully), amber-coloured, and completely normal. Drizzling it all over her food, she eats with barely concealed delight, revelling in the moment. It tastes so common, and unoriginal, and there's nothing there that distinguishes them from the human family's food next door. She loves it.
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At school, she closes her locker door and grins. On the way there (she drove. Drove! In a proper car! No wings, no rusting heap of a machine, a nice normal car. It's great) she'd looked suspiciously out of the window, and had seen nothing. No concealed Everafters, no clumsily executed glamour charms, just plain, boring humans. They walked across the street, some by themselves, some in packs, some moving with their heads held high, others with shoulders dropping and gazes on the ground. Its diverse but similar at the same time, two sides of the same human coin, instead of six faces from some magic Everafter die. She loves it.
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When she invites her friends home, in order to help them with their homework, her father strolls slowly to meet them. His eyes are content and relaxed, soft with the gaze of a father caring for her child, and there's no spark of wariness in them. His detective instincts are not flaring up, he is completely at ease, and for once Sabrina glimpses at the man underneath the shell, the man so longing to escape. The one who jokes and smiles and trusts, who swims easily in the river of life, instead of clinging stubbornly to that one rock, sharp and painful and still. He is free now, and happy. She loves it.
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That night Puck asks her out on a date. It's spontaneous, without any forewarning, just a casual offer to go out to dinner with him. She accepts, a little surprised and careful about what he's planning. There's no way he's just doing this because he wants to right? There's got to be a catch. It runs smoothly. He takes her out to the Blue Plate Special, where they order burgers and fries from Farrah, and talk. Just talk. There's some hand holding, but the night is mostly conversational, all voices and speech and vocals. He does not insult her, or laugh at her, or mock her, rather he compliments on her appearance ("You look nice") and listens intently to what she says.
He is a complete gentleman, polite but personal, sweet yet funny, and completely out of character. It should worry her, send alarm bells ringing, and it does. A bit. Mostly she's too charmed to think straight, so thrown by this sudden behaviour that all warnings go out the window, and she settles down to enjoy herself. The date is simple, no pranks or special events or sudden midnight walks under the moonlight, just a nice, straightforward dinner. He pays for the meal, kisses her before going off to bed, and leaves her smiling by the door. The perfect boyfriend. She loves it.
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That day was simple. It was the representation of her desires, a glance into what the simple life of Sabrina Grimm would look like. She loves it. She keeps watching. She hates it. Because it becomes so boring. The days draw on, never changing, never ending, a slow monotonous ball rolling constantly. There is nothing special, nothing that stands out, just the same things over and over again. No presence of magic, no fairy wings or glowing pixies, just... just this. And now she finally realises that this is more exhausting, that the sheer lack of action saps her strength even faster than anything else could, that the only thing more tiring than keeping her arms up is letting them fall. She opens her eyes. She wakes.
X
Instantly her nostrils are assaulted with the smell of something, she has no idea what it is and she has no intention of finding out. Judging by the loud bustling downstairs and the cheerful tune being whistled, she guesses it what's for breakfast, and her stomach turns. There's a quiet knock on her door and it opens, to reveal her father peering carefully in.
"Hey girls, time to get-" he stops, and his eyes harden. "I'm going to kill him" he mutters.
"What? What?" Sabrina asks. Her father points to the bathroom and she ambles in to find a green haired girl looking back at her from the mirror.
"Puck!" she yells, running downstairs to the kitchen, to find him sniggering quietly. She lunges at him and he jumps up, flying out of reach. Completely ignoring the curious gaze of Hamstead, who had just arrived to report a case, as well as the unladylike swearing of her mother outside (throttling the steering wheel of the car as the engine failed spectacularly to turn over), she grabs a broom and starts swatting at him, shouting curses. He continues laughing loudly and soon her anger dissolves, as she starts laughing with him. The broom drops and he lands, fingering her long hair.
"Green looks good on you Grimm" he says, and she smiles. This is what her life is about, about keeping her on her toes, and in a way, it relaxes her. She may walk on eggshells, but she walks flat-footed, stealthily so that they do not break, but comfortably enough that she is at ease. She hovers within the blurred region of life, between order and chaos, magic and normalcy, human and Everafter. And now, at long last, she understands one thing. She loves it.
Thanks for reading. I know the plot is really cliche and the dream thing's been done a thousand times over, but it was the easiest way to do the story, and I didn't think it looked too bad. Anyway, thanks for reading, please review.