Castiel's Dragon (boyxboy)

7

Short Summary: Anna! Ood? Doctor? Superwholock, man. Anna's got some shit goin' on...

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Castiel pursed his lips at the sight. High-class women and their wards roaming about the castle court, commenting politely over the royal appetizers and music. The air was pregnant with the smell of costly perfumes, rich fabrics, and freshly-cooked food. Classical music played in the back of his head. A calm score subtly behind the sound of the common chatter, the false smiles, and the false laughs. The little lies that added up to piles and piles of the vocabulary of every single aristocrat.

The prince shifted uncomfortably in his suit, feeling compressed in every place. The reality of it all really hadn't set in. But the women were here regardless, all eager to be picked for the position of the future Queen.

Castiel was glad that Gabriel had classes at that moment, because then he'd most likely make fun of Castiel and his awkwardness.

He looked up at the crowd, catching Zachariah's steel eyes, which gave him a mental warning. Reluctantly, Castiel took a steadying breath and walked through the mass of women, trying to at least speak to someone he already knew rather than a stranger who he'd have a harder time talking to.

He didn't need to raise his head very much-Castiel was very tall compared to most-as he looked at the tops of the heads in the room, looking for any familiar hairstyles and smiling slightly at the sight of straight, fire-red hair.

Castiel made his way to his cousin, who was standing with a slight frown upon her face, not that anyone but he and his brothers (people who knew her expressions well) would be able to see it.

Her outfit was surprisingly simple, the sleeves of her cream dress long, and her hands covered in patternless gloves as if she couldn't stand any skin being seen. Her skirt, unlike many others, didn't poof outwards like a blossoming flower, it was slack and straight, and Castiel had to admit that he liked the way it framed her tall body. The redhead's hair was perfectly silky, untouched, with a simple butterfly broach pinned in her hair.

"Miss Anna," Castiel greeted before he noticed the girl at her side.

He blinked when she turned her way. She, too, was a redhead. It was so rare, Castiel was surprised to find anybody other than his cousin who had that almost unnatural color for hair; but the other girl's was softer, more along the lines of a warm red sunrise than Anna's brilliant, fire-ember red.

"Hello," the stranger said, wide-eyed at him.

What was that accent? It was thick on her tongue, and strange. It wasn't British, Castiel had heard that accent before and hers was the slightest bit...edgier. Irish? Scottish? Celtic?

Anna turned around when the stranger spoke, facing Castiel. "Oh, good, you're here." Her voice was steady and professional, her hazel eyes unwavering. The fact that Anna was so good at being regal always made Castiel jealous. "Prince Castiel-" the prince's lips twitched a frown "-this woman has been looking for you."

Castiel turned his blue eyes away from his cousin, although he didn't want to have conversation with some power-hungry aristocrat, to face the stranger. "Hello," Castiel greeted, placing that fake royal smile on his face. "Who might you be?"

"Amelia. Amelia Pond," she rushed. Amelia stepped closer to him so that the billowy edges of her dress touched Castiel's knees, and though he wanted to retract, he suspected that would look strange. "Have you seen anything strange lately?" She asked, that same strange accent peaking Castiel's interest.