Disclaimer: If I owned Castle, I wouldn't be sitting here in school.
A/N: This is just something that I had in my head, because I've always had a kind of fondness for things like this…without dialogue, just thoughts. This one is called From Green Eyes, because it's Kate's POV, just her mind describing what Castle looks like. I'll probably do one for Castle, called From Blue Eyes, if you guys like this one.
Kate looked across the main room of The Old Haunt, silently watching him.
He was leaning casually against the bar, his tall, broad frame anything but awkward. Despite his stature and build, he exhibited an ease and grace that seemed almost exotic. For a man his size to be so light on his feet and move so fluidly was breathtaking. She studied him, enjoying the fact that he didn't know she was watching.
In the warm light of the atmospheric bar, his skin was glowing a golden color, and the lights reflected in his cobalt eyes. The deep blue pools sparkled with mirth and joy, taking in everything. He looked so natural and at ease there, leaning against the bar, one long leg angled, his foot flat against the wall. One of his arms was resting on the countertop. Kate could see the smooth skin on his collar and chest, in the v-neck dip of his dark blue cashmere sweater. His sleeves were pushed up casually to his elbows, revealing the smooth, muscle-lined skin on his forearms. She could see the tiny, barely-there keyboard calluses on his fingertips and the small sliver of skin on his hip that was visible because the sweater had ridden up. She was able to feast her eyes on his thick, dark chocolate hair, that little piece that was falling over his forehead. He was smiling, his lips moving rapidly, though she couldn't tell what he was saying. He was gesturing with his other hand as he talked to Ryan, his eyes dancing as he spun whatever tale he was spinning for the youngest member of their team. She was sure that her fiancé had his full attention.
She could see the laugh lines around his eyes, and the creases on his forehead that sometimes appeared when he was upset or worried were long-gone right now. He shifted and the easy, fluid way with which he moved made her breath catch. He was a bulky, large guy, but he always seemed to move like a cat; light, graceful, and confident. He laughed and she caught a bit of the melodic sound. She couldn't help but smile. His laughter was contagious. He pulled the sweater back over his hip, his hand brushing his pocket before running through his hair, an action that she herself had performed so many times that it had become muscle memory.
He turned and caught her eye, the smile on his face growing into one of love, a more tender smile than the gleeful one he'd been wearing only a few seconds before. His blue eyes locked on hers, sending a silent message.
Come over here.
She smiled at him and began to weave her way through the crowd. As she appeared by his side and his kissed her gently, she realized that it was none of the physical beauty that made him the man she loved.
She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his beating heart through the soft fabric, the gentle, slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and she knew exactly what made him who he was.
His heart.