~bloom~

chapter 1

But usually it feels slightly more homey than this place.

The first thing he sees when he looks around, is a large staircase, also white marble as it winds up the left side of the hall, with a light lime colored carpet running up the middle of them for grip. Then he notices the lack of furniture and pictures on the long hallway straight through. One red and gold bench sits to the side of the hallway, along with a mirror and a coat rack. Which most likely leads to the kitchen, he guesses. To his left a large wooden sliding door is closed and freshly polished, the wood a dark cherry. And to his right is a grand room, complete with a piano and some chairs.

The tiles across the floor are also white, the walls almost the same exact color, with decretive trim lining them. When he looks up he sees a moderately sized chandelier hanging there, and more of that trim lining the ceiling.

He sighs, letting his eyes travel back to Michael who's speaking to one of the maids that was just outside. She bows her head, and then hurries off quickly. Her face void of emotion as she passes Castiel. His brother turns back, clasping his hands in front of him.

"Exquisite don't you think, Castiel?" he says, his tone firm as he keep his eyes on Castiel.

He nods, swallowing down his rebellion. "Yes." He answers, his voice smaller than he expected, more of a croak. He clears his throat, glancing around the room once more. Michael's eyes light up just a tint as he nods again. Then, gesturing to his left, he says.

"Follow me. I will show you to your room. Dinner will be soon, and you need to tidy up." There's no room for argument in his cold voice, as he spins and briskly walks up the stairs. His shoes click against the polished floor, reflecting Michael upon it as he takes his first steps up the stairs.

Castiel stumbles slightly after him, quickly picking up his pace to match Michael's. His footsteps are lighter as he follows after his brother. His eyes roaming as they walk.

The rest of the house is much the same, white marble, bare walls, and expensive furniture.

Michael leads him up the long stairs, taking him to the right at the top. The house is only two stories, he notes, not three like he had originally thought. Now facing at the start of a long hallway. It is lined with the same dark cherry wood doors, all of them closed firmly. These ones are normal sized, thank god. There are about four to his left, and five to his right. The hallway curving at the end, no doubt lined with more doors.

Michael only takes him four doors down to his right. Just as he is about to wonder what is behind all of these doors Michael stops. He turns towards Castiel, grabbing a hold of the gold doorknob with long slender fingers. He pushes it open gently, the door swinging most of the way open. Castiel hesitantly comes forward peeking into the over sized room with wide eyes.

"Dinner is at six, you may wonder the house after that. Uriel, and Aneal have arrived. But Gabriel and Lucifer have not. I do not want you causing any trouble while I am working, so please stay here and unpack the rest of your belongings. You will not have time to do so tomorrow, for you will be attending school early in the morning. See you at dinner Castiel." with that Michael turns and walks back down the stairs.

Castiel huffs, rolling his eyes as his brothers suit clad back disappears from sight. He turns around towards his room, pausing for a moment as he just looks in from the hallway. Finally, when his curiosity get's the best of him, he steps into his room and closes the door a little more harshly than needed. The walls shake slightly from the power of it, and he hastily flicks on his light. Gold envelops the space and he takes in the space with wide eyes, his mouth pressed in a tight line. It's large as expected, but with his furniture it's not as over bearing as he thought it would be. Which he guesses, is kind of nice.