Leaves Got Up in a Coil and Hissed

[rachg82]

Title: Leaves Got Up in a Coil and Hissed
Fandom: Bones
Author: rachg82
Rating: A light R, if even
Characters/Pairings: Brennan, Booth, Angela, Max, Russ…just about everyone (but not together -- it's not that kind of fic, pervs)
Word Count: About 7,000
Spoilers: Up through the end of the 6th season + a bit of speculation regarding stuff

Comments

[a2zmom]

This is amazing - incredibly lovely. I love the themes of lost and found, the need to connect to others even when Brennan tries to convince herself that she doesn't need others.

So poetic, as always.

[rachg82]

Thanks, hon'! I'm so glad you liked it.

[tempertemper]

Oh wow, Rach, this is SO gorgeous. I have a feeling I'm going to keep coming back and re-reading and absorbing MORE. I got stuck on this, this time:

Nerves stretched taut,
amp set to eleven,
she likes things to make sense.
A place at the table--this is where I go.
This is why we're here.

And by stuck I don't mean literally stuck there, but that it kept coming back to me throughout the fic. Just such a poignant way to show what she's going through; the place at the table (and is that a Spinal Tap reference in there - amp to eleven?!).

You write with such poetry and I love where she finds herself at the end:

She'll cry if she wants to.

And she does
want to.

It's time…

(one girl's shadow behind the door)

It's safe now
to come outside,
to leave it all
behind.

Beautiful music, too ♥

[rachg82]

Aw, yay! Thanks, bb. ♥

and is that a Spinal Tap reference in there - amp to eleven?!

Hee, yes! I was wondering if anyone would catch that.

I love where she finds herself at the end

The ending was a struggle for me, so I'm really glad to hear that. *phew* Heh.

[tempertemper]

Hee, yes! I was wondering if anyone would catch that.

Yay!

The ending was perfect ♥

[limone1]

You capture Brennan so well with this and the part with Zack is movingly accurate.

Dirty dishes on pause, forgotten in the sink;
they behave as if nothing bad
had ever happened here
& perhaps never could.

This is such a perfect image, a picture in the mind that says more than a thousand words. I love these lines and a hundred more in this wondrous piece of yours.

And there is a wavy poem again. I shall have to begin to collect them :)

[rachg82]

Thank you so much! I edited that part about five hundred times, so I'm glad it worked out. Heh.

And there is a wavy poem again. I shall have to begin to collect them :)

Hee. I've begun to realize I have a thing for the ocean.

[limone1]

So have I. And poetry, Dickinson and Frost included, so this is perfect really. ;)

Like the music too, the first one is very Michael Nyman-esque (Yes, that's a word. I think.)

[rachg82]

And apparently nursery rhymes, which surprised me by taking over this thing left & right. Ha.

I listened to a lot of Tom Pyrdol while writing the early parts of the story, along with quite a bit of Philip Glass & Bear McCreary (especially toward the end). This one got played on repeat probably twenty+ times during the final section, heh:

[crystalcazzie]

Beautiful, as always. :)

Amused, he directs a pointed glance toward her middle. "Well, that's no secret. Not that it ever really was, mind you, for either of you two kids. Might as well have hired a skywriter."

And perfect Max! =D

[rachg82]

Thank you, sweetie!