Seamus Dever in Castle , Kevin Ryan
Seamus Dever in Castle , Kevin Ryan
The loft is quiet without him here. There’s no one yelling at the game counsel or arguing with their publisher on the phone. The clicking sounds of his keyboard don’t flow out of his office nor does his laugh echo throughout their bedroom. The espresso machine doesn’t sizzle and the pages of books don’t flutter with the turn of his nimble fingers.
It’s too quiet. She misses him.
And it’s not just his sounds that are lacking without his presence. The loft smells differently without him too. The scent of his soap and shampoo don’t swirl around in the bathroom without him there to take a shower. The area by his dresser doesn’t possess the lingering smell of his cologne. His side of the bed is even starting to smell more like her than him.
It doesn’t smell the same. She misses him.
The loft doesn’t look right either. There aren’t crinkled up papers of discarded notes littering his office. The fan mail he’s received since he’s been gone, sits untouched on his desk. His clothes aren’t tossed haphazardly on a chair because he’s too lazy to walk the extra couple of steps to put them in the laundry basket. There’s only one coffee cup in the sink.
It doesn’t look right. She misses him.
Kate drags her gaze away from the empty sink to find their son staring at her with expectant eyes. He looks so much like his father, it hurts sometimes.
“We’re gonna be late. Are you ready?”
She stands, straightening the hem of her black dress.
“I’ll never be ready. Not for this.”
Her son moves over to her, enveloping her in a hug.
“I miss him too,” he says into her shoulder.
She hugs him back, wandering how long ago he started wearing cologne. It almost smells like his father’s.
Kate pulls away and let’s her son lead her out of the loft. Losing people never gets any easier for her.
Sure thing! There are still plenty of numbers left that never got asked!
He’s still awake long after she drifts off. She rolls onto her back and he watches the steady rise and fall of her chest. Her tank top is low enough that he can just make out the top edges of her scar.
He’s caught her staring at it on more than one occasion. The mirror in the bathroom before or after she gets in the shower, the mirror in their bedroom as she buttons up her shirt for the day, her engagement ring and her mother’s ring settling against it when chooses to wear them on that chain. The memory of it still haunts her even though it’s been three years.
It still haunts him too. He’s the one who watched her life leave her eyes. He’d thought he’d lost her; worrying that his hurried “I love you, Kate” took too long for him to say and that he’d never know if she felt the same way.
And now that he knows she feels the same way, the thought of losing her like that again makes his chest ache. He just wants to protect her from the world and her keep her right here, in their bed next to him.
But his fiancé is fiercely strong and independent. She doesn’t need him to protect her. She’s fully capable of taking care of herself. The fact that she’s still alive after everything the job has thrown at her is proof of that, no matter how many of those times he actually did have a hand in saving her.
But at the end of the day, he knows that she does need him. Maybe not to go off and slay any dragons for her, but to be there when she comes home to get lost in. He makes her happy, and that’s what matters.
-Is that refreshing to play?
-A strong female lead? Yeah, I can’t imagine a woman being otherwise.
Castle, remember, act normal. And when we’re in public, you’re single and I’m single. Got it?
make me choose:
short haired Beckettor long haired Beckett?