re: her life at tartarusnet

[themuse]

Listen, I think it's really creepy how much you're enjoying this. If the point you pulled me from wasn't sick enough as it is, the least you could have done was found me somewhere that wasn't the devil's playground.

Zombies and raptors? Seriously. What is wrong with you?

Also, if you're going to insist on keeping me in this glorified hell hole, find me a job. Now. I'm sick of begging coffee off of Alexis.

- K.B.

p.s. Of all the embarrassing secrets... My tattoo? Really?

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[redheaded_rock]

I don't mind the coffee thing.

[themuse]

I know and it's really sweet of you to take care of me. But it's not you or your dad's responsibility to feed my caffeine habit.

[redheaded_rock]

Hey, as long as you don't stop coming over...

[themuse]

I might go nuts without you or Castle for company so I don't really see that being a problem.

[redheaded_rock]

I'm glad to hear that. [Pause] Not the going nuts part.

[themuse]

Plus, someone needs to keep an eye on your dad when you're not around.

[writeswrongs]

Now where's your sense of adventure, Beckett?


.... wait, you have a tattoo?

[themuse]

I'd prefer to just hang onto my sense of sanity, Castle.

[She shoots him that Don't even ask look.]

[writeswrongs]

[He's now distracted by the supposed existence of a tattoo.]

I've never seen it before...

[themuse]

That's probably because I've never showed it to you.

[writeswrongs]

I presume that's because it's somewhere you.. don't want me to see.

[He may or may not be running his eyes over Kate's body right now, as if he has X-ray vision and could find the tattoo.]

[themuse]

[She is just going to smirk.]

Just use your imagination, Castle.

[writeswrongs]

Oh I am, Beckett. I was blessed with a particularly active imagination.

[themuse]

Good thing, too, because that's all you'll ever get.

[writeswrongs]

[He tries not to make a face.]

That's not very nice.

Plus I'm sure you're aware that I often get what I want, one way or another.

[themuse]

You still haven't figured out that puppy dog eyes aren't going to get me into bed, Castle?

[writeswrongs]

You'll have to give me a hint then instead.

1/2

[themuse]

You'd like it... [She leans in reeeeeaaalllly close, breathing right into his ear as her voice lowers.] It's small and low, down the curve of my back and just in that tiny spot under my hip that you will...

2/2

[themuse]

Never ever get access to! [She grins and pulls back, crossing her arms and just glaring at him.]

[writeswrongs]

[Ever since he'd confessed his feelings to her, this kind of teasing had left him feeling a bit hopeless. It was different now than it was a year ago. But Richard Castle is the master of putting up a front. He closes his eyes for a moment, then he's back.]

I think you're afraid of how much you'd like me to see it.

[themuse]

[That throws her for a loop. She so used to the teasing and the playful dismissals, and she's lied so long about remembering that day in the cemetery that she's almost starting to believe she didn't remember it. But times like this remind her of what she's hiding, and she backs off.]

I, um... I should get back to work.

[writeswrongs]

[That was abrupt. Had she noticed?]

What? Why?

[themuse]

Because I actually have a job to do, Castle.

[Also because she wants to get out of this awkward.]

[writeswrongs]

Right.

[He doesn't believe her but he doesn't press it.]

So what are we working on?

[themuse]

I have paperwork to wrap up the last case. I'm sure you have... a book to write or something.

[writeswrongs]

Yeah. I do.

[Why did things have to be so awkward sometimes?]

I guess I'll see you tomorrow.

[themuse]

[It's one of those days when Kate is in rare form and actually feels kind of like an ass for being an anti-emotional killjoy.]

You know, Castle... The paperwork can probably wait. Want to grab a burger?

[writeswrongs]

[Well now he's just confused. Why are women so complicated? Particularly this woman? He's not going to look this gift horse in the mouth though.]

If.. you want to, yeah. Usual place?

[themuse]

[And this, Rick, is why men should never fall in love with their muses. ;)]

Yeah. And I'll buy if you promise not to mention the tattoo ever again.

[writeswrongs]

Well, you know, if you just let me see it...

[He's smirking, hoping he's not pressing his luck.]

[themuse]

You just don't know when to quit, do you, Castle.

[writeswrongs]

As I said, all you'd have to do is show it to me and the topic would be dropped.

[He likes when he and Beckett can tease each other, not when they're serious or uncomfortable.]



[OOC - You do a great job with Beckett!]

[themuse]

I'm not showing you my tattoo.


[ooc: Thank you so much! Your Castle is really awesome too!]

[writeswrongs]

Fine. I'll just use my imagination.

Burgers then?

[He's quiet for a moment as they head towards the elevator.]

Could you tell me at least if it's a picture of something or if it's a word?


[OOC - Thanks! Beckett's actually my favorite character, but I took on Castle after my friend took on her.]

[themuse]

Burgers and a milkshake. And you're buying because you broke the rule.

[That gets him a sideways smile.]

How about you guess and I'll tell you if you're right.



[ooc: Beckett's my fav too, I picked her up because my friend wanted to musebox as Lanie and I never intended to do much with her... Now she's my main muse. -_-]

[writeswrongs]

[He thinks for a moment.]

Words. Or a single word.

[themuse]

Are you hoping I'm going to say I have a tramp stamp of your name, Castle?

[Deadpan. Go on, Castle. Try to guess if she's joking.]

[writeswrongs]

[He laughs.]

I can't see you with a tramp stamp, Beckett.

[Though the thought of a tattoo of his name, as unlikely as that was, was extremely hot.]

It says Rick, doesn't it?

[themuse]

Yeah, Castle, it says Rick and you're right, it's not a tramp stamp.

It's on my ass.

[writeswrongs]

I bet that hurt.

[Though he's kind of staring at her ass now. He can't really help it. Her ass is pretty spectacular.]

[themuse]

[Her ass is very spectacular.]

Take a picture, Castle, it'll last longer.

[writeswrongs]

[He'd like to, believe him.]

Words, Beckett. Is it words?

[themuse]

Nope.