|Love and Twenty Six Nouns
Author: nattylovesjordy PM
A series of one-shots based on various nouns. B/B fluff, occasional angst, emotion, and typical ridiculousness between the duo will ensue.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - S. Booth & T. Brennan - Chapters: 26 - Words: 23,875 - Reviews: 123 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 58 - Updated: 04-20-12 - Published: 11-01-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7514248
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Important Warning: If you don't like long, sappy Author's Notes (which I don't), SKIP TO SETTING. Thank you, though, for sticking through this with me, and leaving all your kind thoughts. Every email truly brightened my day.
Author's Note: It's here. The end. Wow. I feel like I needed a Hankie Alert, because I'm totally getting sentimental about it, may or may not have an itchy nose and itchy eyes from totally not getting close to crying. I've got some zeal going on. But that's irrelevant. Maybe not, because I need to thank people in a very random order.
CileSuns92: You have been around since "Adjectives," and I have greatly enjoyed talking to you. You're super encouraging, and, even though our conversations often turn to topics like pasta, chocolate, or the color of Police cars, you often inspire me. Thank you for being there from the beginning.
penandra: If it weren't for you, there's probably quite a few adjectives or nouns that wouldn't have been written! You showed me the light (aka The Synonym Finder) and have always been super helpful. You always have some of the nicest things to say to me, and I've really enjoyed befriending you. Thanks for everything!
mendenbar: You crack me up. You cracked me up in the last series, and you cracked me up in this one with your philosophical and/or hilarious reviews. Often times, it was exactly what I needed, so thank you.
Itsgoose2u: You, too, have been around since "Adjectives." From what little I've said to you, and you've said to me, I must thank you for your kindness. I feel like a broken record, but you flattered me with your kind words. Really, I've loved hearing what you've thought over the span of time. Thanks!
QueenoftheLab96 (props for your correct capitalization), alexindigo, my-completeness, daisiesndaffidols, KTrevo, musicnlyrics, and any other repeat reviewers that I missed (I hope I didn't miss any of you), THANK YOU. I know sometimes reviewing every chapter to a story can be a bit annoying, no matter how fantastic the story is (which I do not have claims of), so I really appreciate you giving me feedback multiple times!
TO EVERYONE: YOU ALL ARE THE BEST. ALL READERS, ALL REVIEWERS, EVERYONE. I cannot explain how happy you have made me and I really truly hope I've done your attention justice.
Setting: THIS IS ONE PIECE. EACH SECTION/WORD BUILDS ON THE ONE BEFORE IT. Also, this is a vague, metaphor-ridden piece about S6. I did not make everything obvious, so if you don't understand, A. I apologize, B. Review/PM me and I'll explain.
Kudos to anyone who catches the tie between this chapter and one (or more) of the words from my "Adjective" series WITHOUT looking!
A chart linking twelve constellations to twelve divisions of the year, used as the astrologer's main tool for analyzing character and predicting the future.
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This was their moment, their chance. Now or never, live in the moment, the now. Momentarily happening and fleeting.
The stars were aligned, the calendar was set, and this was the time, down to the minute, that they were supposed to come together. They were different; two different astrological signs, two different ways of living, two different sets of belief.
This was the biggest opportunity for a scientific trial in her life—of her life—and the biggest gamble he could make. If she treated them like science, they'd break, and he'd shatter. If he put everything he had into the pot and won her, she'd resent him.
If they both jumped, they could fall or fly. If only one leapt, one would be left behind. But, if neither of them jumped, if they both stayed on the platform at this station, the train would pass and another may never come.
A bull's-eye or a hit and a miss.
A line going at an angle first from one way, then sharply the opposite way, then back the original way, and so on, like the outline of a saw's teeth.
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He wanted to zag, to change and straighten the direction of their line, but she wasn't ready. She continued to zig, by herself, and he was forced to zag.
Then he left their shared line and found someone else to travel along the plane with.
He zigs, she zags; he zags, she zigs. When he alters his course to chase after hers, to walk in a line parallel to or overlapping hers, she goes in the opposite direction.
Sometimes he thinks she's running, changing her line to lead away from his the second she catches wind he's heading towards her. Other times he thinks that she was trying to search him out, but so was he—they were on the same page, had the same idea, but didn't wait for each other or communicate.
A gentle, mild breeze.
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They needed a push, a collective push that skates them in the same direction at the same time. Some people thought they needed to be set back on parallel tracks to allow them time to choose when they'd intersect; other people thought they needed to be shoved into a collision.
Their closest friends and family generally tried to facilitate a collision, but then someone new popped up on the plane. He was younger, but still a fountain of knowledge. He didn't push or shove, or even interfere, but he made a difference. He channeled the distance between the two and built a sail.
His last parting breath was the zephyr that propelled them further.
The point on the celestial sphere vertically above a given point or observer; the highest point or state; a culmination.
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It all lead to the apogee of their lines merging and turning a new direction together. The stars were once more aligned and the future became the truth. They lived in the moment, didn't look at the possibility from every angle with a scientific lens, didn't fear being hurt, or hurting the other.
They came together, and together they were one.
Passion, fire, glow, warmth.
Vitality, animation, spirit.
Buoyancy, bounce, zest.
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