Ahhh. Bones is back, tomorrow's Friday... could things get any better?
I thought about this today- why didn't I do the drabble for this song from Brennan's point of view??
I have noticed that I prefer to write about Booth's thoughts.
Perhaps because it's so hard to write fluffy stuff and keep it in character with Brennan.
But I chose to do another one with the same lyrics, this time Brennan looking at Booth.
And I tried to choke my stare at the perfection others would kill for
But all the parts are the same on every face, few variables change
The differences pale when compared to the similarities they have
(Debate Exposes Doubt- Death Cab for Cutie)
From far away, she couldn't stop looking at his familiar face once again- the inexplicable symmetry, the contours of his cheekbones, his furrowed brow. She frowned to herself, remembering her words, "Every face is comprised of the same elements; very few variables change from one face to another." It was true, she knew. It was a scientific fact- humans are made up of the same components. Even though, it was a mystery to her what made his face so aesthetically pleasing- close to perfect, even. The idea was ridiculous, and yet she stared, believing someday she might figure him out.
Today I am trying reverse psychology:
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