Ruby and Sun
Summary: When resistance fades. Glimpses of a relationship beginning to glow.
Rating: PG-13ish. Nothing too scandalous.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or anything related to Castle, nor did I write this poem. This work is written for enjoyment and not for profit.
Author's Note: I know this excerpt of the poem from a beautiful musical setting by Gwyneth Walker, which I played for a soprano's recital at undergrad. And for some odd reason I just revisited it the other day, and suddenly understood it perfectly. And this sort of grew from that.
In the early morning light, just before dawn, lover and beloved awake and take a drink of water.
She asks, Do you love me or yourself more? Really. Tell the absolute truth.
He says, There's nothing left of me. I'm like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
It has no resistance to sunlight.
The ruby and the sunrise are one.
She buttoned her coat as they walked out into the brisk air. "Well, that's one way to respond."
Castle shook his head. "She actually drove all the way to the Finger Lakes to get rid of what she thought was the murder weapon?"
Beckett shrugged. "She thought he was guilty. Didn't want him to go to prison for it."
"And Juliet saved Romeo. Well, tried to. Since he wasn't actually guilty."
"People do stupid things for love."
They got into the car, but she paused for a second before putting her keys in the ignition. "Castle?"
"What wouldn't you do for me?"
There was a moment of silence. When he spoke, his voice was soft. "I wouldn't let you put yourself in danger."
She swallowed the smile trying to blossom through her lips. But she just couldn't help it. Because she knew he was telling the truth. He'd already proven that he'd risk his life for her. He'd attack someone trying to hurt her. He'd part with his money to help her. He'd risk her anger to save her life.
Now that she really thought about it, she couldn't think of anything else he'd proven unwilling to do for her.
"There's nothing else you wouldn't do for me?"
"Nothing I can think of."
She turned the car on and tried to ignore the way his face lit up as he watched her. Because he hadn't said anything she didn't already know.
Poem: The Sunrise Ruby by Rumi