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[#031] In a World of Pure Imagination (Castle)
Theme Prompt: #031 – Intellectual Property
Title: In a World of Pure Imagination
Fandom: Castle
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 695
Summary: Richard Castle sits, staring at the blank word document in front of him, the cursor blinking almost as though it’s mocking him.
“You could do something different.”
Richard Castle sits, staring at the blank word document in front of him, the cursor blinking almost as though it’s mocking him. Sitting across from him, lounging gallantly against one of the chairs, is a man who is every picture the adventure hero. Strong and strapping, charismatic and handsome, he’s the picture of the high adventure fantasy novel Castle had always wanted to write before he stumbled over Derek Storm and launched his way to stardom. It’s the fantasy novel that every author wants to write, even if it doesn’t always play to their strengths, and his hero smiles at him, all but charming him to take the bait.
“You know you want to. And it would be a break from the macabre you are so well known for and is so entirely … ” The man makes a face to indicate his position more clearly. “ … well. Certainly not as fun as if you gave me a beautiful companion to sail the seas with.”
“Nice try,” Castle mutters, realizing he’s talking to himself but not really caring at the moment. His mother and Alexis weren’t home, and sometimes thinking out loud works better than trying to keep his thoughts to himself. “We all know what happens, when people change gears – it either works, or it doesn’t, and given the reception of some of my earlier works, I’m gonna say it probably won’t.”
There’s a huff as the hero fades from view, and it’s soon followed by the smell of smoke and the familiar click of heels against a hardwood floor. “What about me?” She makes her way closer and pushes herself up on the edge of his desk, crossing one elegant leg in front of another. “You could still have your bit of macabre, but shift it … slightly to the left.”
“I do love a good femme fatal,” he says with a slow smirk as he leans back in his seat, lacing his fingers behind his head as he eyes her carefully. She eyes him return, the silent question on her lips as she takes another draw on her cigarette. He would tell her to put it out, as this is a non-smoking building, but given that she’s not real, that doesn’t really matter does it. “And it has been a long time since I’ve had a female lead.”
“Who could it hurt?” she grins cheekily, ruby red lips parting for wide white teeth. “Take a bit of a walk on the wild side.”
Castle considers, really considers for a moment, before shaking his head as he turns back to his computer again, and the femme fatal fades into the background. There’s a huff of frustration at this point, fingers running through his hair as he tries to find something, anything that would allow him to put paper to pen – or in this case, fingers to keys – and get his publisher off his back, at least for a little while. He continues to stare into the blank, white space for a moment until there’s another sound from the room. The same heels he had heard earlier, but this time instead of delicate stilettos, they’re that of sturdy boots, and there’s a small, graceful swish against fabric as the feet sit down in front of him.
He looks up, and there she is. Long dark hair, dark piercing eyes, and a cup of coffee in hand as she surveys the room. She’s professionally dressed, but not too professional, and her hair is cut short, but is growing out in just the right way. There’s something about the perfection of her look that just tugs him in, and when she catch him staring, she smirks.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he grins, before leaning closer so that he can take in every moment, every detail. He can’t get a single thing wrong if he wants to have any chance of doing her justice. “What’s your name?”
“Nikki,” she says softly, resting her elbows on the arms of the chair. “Nikki Heat.”
“Nice to meet you, Nikki,” he says with a nod as he moves his fingers over the keys. “Let’s get started.”
Title: In a World of Pure Imagination
Fandom: Castle
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 695
Summary: Richard Castle sits, staring at the blank word document in front of him, the cursor blinking almost as though it’s mocking him.
“You could do something different.”
Richard Castle sits, staring at the blank word document in front of him, the cursor blinking almost as though it’s mocking him. Sitting across from him, lounging gallantly against one of the chairs, is a man who is every picture the adventure hero. Strong and strapping, charismatic and handsome, he’s the picture of the high adventure fantasy novel Castle had always wanted to write before he stumbled over Derek Storm and launched his way to stardom. It’s the fantasy novel that every author wants to write, even if it doesn’t always play to their strengths, and his hero smiles at him, all but charming him to take the bait.
“You know you want to. And it would be a break from the macabre you are so well known for and is so entirely … ” The man makes a face to indicate his position more clearly. “ … well. Certainly not as fun as if you gave me a beautiful companion to sail the seas with.”
“Nice try,” Castle mutters, realizing he’s talking to himself but not really caring at the moment. His mother and Alexis weren’t home, and sometimes thinking out loud works better than trying to keep his thoughts to himself. “We all know what happens, when people change gears – it either works, or it doesn’t, and given the reception of some of my earlier works, I’m gonna say it probably won’t.”
There’s a huff as the hero fades from view, and it’s soon followed by the smell of smoke and the familiar click of heels against a hardwood floor. “What about me?” She makes her way closer and pushes herself up on the edge of his desk, crossing one elegant leg in front of another. “You could still have your bit of macabre, but shift it … slightly to the left.”
“I do love a good femme fatal,” he says with a slow smirk as he leans back in his seat, lacing his fingers behind his head as he eyes her carefully. She eyes him return, the silent question on her lips as she takes another draw on her cigarette. He would tell her to put it out, as this is a non-smoking building, but given that she’s not real, that doesn’t really matter does it. “And it has been a long time since I’ve had a female lead.”
“Who could it hurt?” she grins cheekily, ruby red lips parting for wide white teeth. “Take a bit of a walk on the wild side.”
Castle considers, really considers for a moment, before shaking his head as he turns back to his computer again, and the femme fatal fades into the background. There’s a huff of frustration at this point, fingers running through his hair as he tries to find something, anything that would allow him to put paper to pen – or in this case, fingers to keys – and get his publisher off his back, at least for a little while. He continues to stare into the blank, white space for a moment until there’s another sound from the room. The same heels he had heard earlier, but this time instead of delicate stilettos, they’re that of sturdy boots, and there’s a small, graceful swish against fabric as the feet sit down in front of him.
He looks up, and there she is. Long dark hair, dark piercing eyes, and a cup of coffee in hand as she surveys the room. She’s professionally dressed, but not too professional, and her hair is cut short, but is growing out in just the right way. There’s something about the perfection of her look that just tugs him in, and when she catch him staring, she smirks.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he grins, before leaning closer so that he can take in every moment, every detail. He can’t get a single thing wrong if he wants to have any chance of doing her justice. “What’s your name?”
“Nikki,” she says softly, resting her elbows on the arms of the chair. “Nikki Heat.”
“Nice to meet you, Nikki,” he says with a nod as he moves his fingers over the keys. “Let’s get started.”
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