Sabrina Spellman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
signed_sabrina) wrote2020-09-13 11:42 pm
signed_sabrina) wrote2020-09-13 11:42 pm
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for rosie
It's not like Sabrina has never been on date, and it's not even like Sabrina has never planned a date. A truthful audit of her romantic experiences would suggest, perhaps a veritable rainbow of moments from which she can draw.
Only...
Only she's never been a girl planning a date for a girl, and more than that, a girl trying to plan a date for the girl she already loves and is trying to reverse-woo into a real relationship. Some furry little forest goblin she knows implies she's never had to work at this before, so he gets to sleep outside the night before the date. (Only she's pretty sure someone lets him back inside, this house of Judases.)
Sabrina just barely keeps from texting Charlie on each quarter of each hour, and just texts him on the half hours. There's no way he doesn't know she's cutting it down, and she loves him very much. It would be too easily to just crawl into his lap, and she's got a Rosie to court.
All the men in the house where she lives would be absolutely useless bisexuals, and though she's not sure about Neil, she does know she's otherwise being raised by useless bisexuals.
So when she finally gets to the boardwalk, dressed up just a little more than usual, a sunflower in her hands, she's on her own. Just as she ought to be.
She can do this. It's what Rosie wants, what Rosie deserves, and Sabrina will make her happy, or summon hell pterodactyls trying.
It's not out of the realm of possibility.
Only...
Only she's never been a girl planning a date for a girl, and more than that, a girl trying to plan a date for the girl she already loves and is trying to reverse-woo into a real relationship. Some furry little forest goblin she knows implies she's never had to work at this before, so he gets to sleep outside the night before the date. (Only she's pretty sure someone lets him back inside, this house of Judases.)
Sabrina just barely keeps from texting Charlie on each quarter of each hour, and just texts him on the half hours. There's no way he doesn't know she's cutting it down, and she loves him very much. It would be too easily to just crawl into his lap, and she's got a Rosie to court.
All the men in the house where she lives would be absolutely useless bisexuals, and though she's not sure about Neil, she does know she's otherwise being raised by useless bisexuals.
So when she finally gets to the boardwalk, dressed up just a little more than usual, a sunflower in her hands, she's on her own. Just as she ought to be.
She can do this. It's what Rosie wants, what Rosie deserves, and Sabrina will make her happy, or summon hell pterodactyls trying.
It's not out of the realm of possibility.