Prismatic (Batch #6)

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Title:  Prismatic
Summary:  Fifty sentences about Booth and Brennan--together and as individuals.
Spoilers: None
Rating:   PG-13 or T
Disclaimer: Bones and its characters belong to FOX, not me. This piece of writing is purely mean to entertain. No copyright infringement is intended.
Acknowledgments: Thanks and hugs go out to anyone who's commented on my fics.

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31. Completion

Brennan flips off the light on the nightstand, but Booth switches it back on in spite of the way she rolls her eyes at him, because at the end, when she comes, he needs to see her face.

32. War

Though her feet have trod ground in countries rent by war, sometimes Brennan thinks the most dangerous journey she’s ever undertaken is the one that ends with her fingers meshed with Booth's.

33. Natural

After weighing the pros and cons and considering the geometry and cartography of partnership vs. romantic entanglement, it feels unexpectedly natural the night Brennan fills her lungs with Booth’s breath.

34. Breathing

When Parker was still a baby, Booth would wake in the middle of the night just to make sure he was still breathing; he does the same thing now – with the beautiful scientist who dreams by his side.

35. Walking

Brennan’s strides are long and authoritative – like she always knows exactly where she’s going – but Booth knows better now; sometimes she’s just looking for him, wanting to rest her head on his shoulder until she figures out her next move.

To be continued...

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A/N: I read a poem today -- "One Star Fell and Then Another" -- by Conrad Aiken. Here's a snippet:

Let us be reckless of our words and worlds,
And spend them freely as the tree his leaves;
And give them where the giving is most blest.
What should we save them for,--a night of frost? . . .
All lost for nothing, and ourselves a ghost.

Isn't that lovely? I'm neither a poet nor a student of poetry, but my interpretation is that we should give freely of our hearts and our lives and our words instead of saving them for the "right" time. What does that have to do with this batch of sentences? Well, it inspired them.

I hope someone who reads my writing is touched by it; at its core, that's really all I want when I post fics here. OK, yeah, so I am a bit of a dreamer. ;)