The colours of pastels; soft brown, pale vanilla, and rosy pink. The shades of ice cream. Castiel did throw an ice cream party for me. I don't know what to react.
The housemaids were singing a familiar song. The sweet lyrics were ringing inside my head. I was quiet as I watched Castiel sing with them. He looks like an innocent kid in every children's party; soft and warmhearted while wearing his party hat.
"Please enjoy your ice cream party!" Castiel bowed at me then clapped his hands happily with a sweet smile.
My face remained indifferent. Castiel's smile slowly faded.
"I'm leaving. Thank you," I said simply before leaving them alone.
Castiel's crestfallen expression was the last thing I saw before I went out. I shook my head.
"So childish," I mumbled.
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Cast a Spell, Castiel
Historia CortaIn which Castiel meets the daughter of the housemaid who's been working under his family for years and attempts to cast his spell upon her with his charms.
