I don't know what I'm doing, I have four stories on my plate but this one was one I really wanted to try. I mean bejeesus...I need a break, been watching Black Butler all day and I'm constantly mixing up Ceil with my Castiel.
(they look so fucking alike!)
Anywho, I hope you enjoy this, the romance will be slow paced. I'm not one for fairytale, I love you and you are my soul mate at first sight, or a few days after they meet.
Though...maybe I'm just being hypocritical with what exactly I'm writing here...
Okay, so this is unbetaed so any mistake I make us mine.
Castiel Novak, the name could bring anyone to their knees and is usually the main topic of all conversation. The Novaks in General is a name gossip loves to tell friends about too... Well, of course, thats what usually happens when they are the richest family in the world. Rich, wealthy, call them whatever you want, but somehow everyone knew.
The Novaks were royals.
And with a supposed rumor going around with a young boy named Castiel being the Novaks fourth son.
Oh, how right they are.
Castiel hated that window.
Stained glass, with colors so vibrant and beautiful it put the sunlight to shame, and one of the few passage ways that Castiel could at least see the outside world...and he hated it.
It wasn't so much that it was an ugly window, in fact, the window was one of the the most beautiful things he owned, and prized. It was the fact that it could not open...ever.
It had somehow gotten in the artist's mind some long time ago that making a latch for the window that couldn't open would be highly amusing. Of course, waking up very morning and screaming at the darn thing would be amusing, if you weren't Castiel Novak.
But, the window still stands there, mocking him from afar with its use of colors and old rusty latches.
Much like now.
He had simply just laid back onto his bed, his book in hand all while eyeing the stained glass across from him, like it could open any second if he blinked.
But, it hadn't, and until the time does come, Castiel will keep a nervous eye on it.
He sighed, closing the book softly and placing it on the bedside table carefully. It was one of the many gifts his parents have given him over the years he's been here in isolation, and he cherished the stories in it deeply. It was simple fairytales, fables that he had read himself...like Cinderella or the Tortoise and The Hare, words that held lessons no one bothered to teach the 15 year old boy. Well, he taught himself, if there were such a thing, like how he learned to play piano at the age of five or the acoustic guitar that still stands beautifully in the corner of his bedroom. He taught himself these things, with great pleasure, and he learned even at a young age the importance of learning things on your own.
Maybe that was the reason his parents placed dear Castiel in this secluded home, by himself. Not willing him to ever leave, never touch the grass or the supposed blue skies. Castiel, in honesty, has never seen the sun in its true radiance. Never felt the rays of sunlight either...never touched the green grass or swam in an ocean of creatures.
The only person he had ever even spoken to is his caretaker, Marie.
Now, that fact must be preposterous but it's true. Castiel had never seen the faces of his parents before either, only read letters Marie gave him once in a while, and presents that seemed to come with a great deal of expense.
Castiel always wondered why, though.
"Castiel...are you in there?"
Castiel quickly got up from the bed, taking quick strides to open the door for Marie.
Marie stood there, smiling, a tray with biscuits and tea in hand and her blonde hair tied up in a bun. "Evening Castiel, I thought you might like some biscuits. And possibly try to pry that window open again."
"That would be lovely, Marie, thank you." He replied, opening the door wider for the blonde. Marie slides in, careful with the tea and biscuits on the tray, and placed it on the small table in front of the stained glass window.
"Always so formal, relax a bit Castiel. I've known you for 15 years now sweetie, familiarity would be nice once in a while you know." Marie scolded half heartedly, taking the small china and pouring the steaming tea slowly.
Castiel picked up the cup after she finished, seating himself onto one of the lounge chairs on the side of the table. "Apologies, Marie..."
"No need to apologize, it's just your nature after all." Marie waved him off, pouring another cup of tea for herself and placing the biscuit on the small plate. "Sugar?"
"My nature?" Castiel wondered. "Oh, and yes please, two."
Marie placed two cubes of sugar in his cup, and four in hers. "Well, Castiel I meant nature as in personality." She explained. "You, darling, weren't prone to the disaster of the outside world. Your parents chose to seclude you for your safety, and here you are, having no idea of the danger but handling everything and everyone as if they were the most valuable jewels in the world. That's your nature, your polite to a fault, and so kind."
"But, Marie, the outside world isn't that dangerous...is it?"
Marie gave Castiel a thoughtful look, all while sipping her tea. "Normally, no...it isn't. The world, Castiel, as I'm positive you already know, isn't dangerous at all. It's...beautiful. Like a sunset in Arizona, which I promise I will show you one day Castiel, is in itself one of the most beautiful things in the world."
"How beautiful." Castiel murmured, hoping the question wouldn't go unanswered, for his thirst of the outside world seemed to never quench.
"Oh...Castiel...words can't describe the colorful dance of the purple hues and orange rays. I remember, every night, before I went to bed, I would go outside and watch the sun descend into its own slumber. Rainbows flying as a farewell to everyday, inviting the moon like old friends. They were both a few of the most beautiful things in the world Castiel..." Marie answered, a warm smile growing wider at each word.
Castiel smiled, feeling the tips of his fingers tingle at the thought of such an adventure, of excitment, of colors. "What did the ground feel like...and the earth...what was the picture, Marie?"
Marie's eyes twinkled. "Always eager to hear the words again...huh?" Marie giggled, "Alright, alright! Let's start with the feel of it all...every morning, the sun came up waking everyone in its midst. Including the earth, which grew cold during the night...turned burning like a pan on a stove. The ground was rocky, with reds and beiges that painted it until the colors grew to be friends. With green shrubs, and cacti that seemed to grow everywhere! The green was a refreshing color once in a while though, but it was steaming."
"Was it really that hot?" Castiel prodded once more, twisting his tea cup around in the hands.
"Like your cup of tea." Marie nodded. "But it was never a problem. It was one of the few reasons I could go outside to swim, and play. It felt nice, the feel of sand and brittle earth moving around your toes, all while the sprinklers were happily refreshing us with its cool water like rain."
"What does rain feel like?" Castiel asked, knowing the answer to well. He had never felt it, but he's seen it, but Marie was always happy to explain everything and anything to his young mind.
"Well, as I said before, like a shower. Except, all around. It's cold and it's gentle, though sometimes it could be harsh and cruel. The water droplets are usually cold, depending on the temperature, but it's always seeps through the skin like a warm yet chill blanket..."
Castiel closed his eyes, imagining the mud and grass beneath his toes and the water falling unto him softly. "Your always wonderful with words Marie."
"Of course, I used to be an author." Marie replied.
"Really?"
"Yup, but the book wasn't very popular until your parents read it. They sent out publicity like free candy and it helped me, a lot."
Castiel took a large gulp of his tea, ignoring the burning sensation that passed. "Oh..."
"Yeah...don't get too excited buddy."
"No, I didn't mean it like that Marie...I'm sorr-"
Marie interrupted with a hearty laugh. "Always so formal, I know Castiel, no need to apologize for anything. I mean, you've been a perfect angel since birth...I just wonder sometimes why you insist of apologizing for everything."
Castiel stayed quiet, leaving the words he wanted to say that she already knew hanging in the air.
"Well, now I'm pretty tired, let's try the window tomorrow, yeah?" Marie stretched, picking up her empty tea cup and plate.
"Yes, thank you again Marie." Castiel replied, taking his cup of tea and biscuit to the side giving a message to Marie that he's quite not finished yet.
"Always a pleasure Castiel, goodnight."
And with that, Castiel was left by himself with the mocking window once again.