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written on different paper.
castle, castle/beckett, gen, 234 words.
for my word prompt table: castle.
a/n: Hyperbole we all know is exaggeration etcetera but for those who don't know, synecdoche is a literary term where one word used to describe a defining characteristic/feature about something, for example, if Castle wanted to describe how beautiful Beckett is, he might pick one thing like, her smile, and her smile would be referred to as synecdoche. I'm a literature student, trust me. ;)

Hyperbole, Beckett has found, is the excess of her relationship with Richard Castle. Words to him are the fabric of his universe, ‘how would I write this’ or ‘that’s not how I’d do it’, as if everything can be transferred to a page. Or the page can become as real as life. How in his world, he uses literary terms to understand, what to her is nothing but cold, hard facts. The word murder, he tells her one night when it’s late and they’re alone, is synecdoche. Murder is just a word for the sum parts of the whole, the victim, the killer and everything in between. It’s how he understands the universe.

The fact she even knows these words are proof of how the excess of Richard Castle bleeds into her life.

While Beckett doubts she’ll ever become as remotely hyperbolic as Castle, she understands the litany of his words, when strung together, they can mean something more than cold hard evidence. This is where their worlds bleed into one. People question why she keeps him around when all he gives is, at least absurdist theory because they don’t see his best. His best is words pouring out in a hundred different ways as he steps from stone to stone until it all makes sense: beginning, middle, and end.

Beckett knows the end, always. With Castle; his words, hyperbole or not, give her options.