Wrapped in Piano Strings- Castiel
“There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate’s loot on Treasure Island.” - Walt Disney
Castiel allows himself a small smile as his fingers trail fondly over the worn spines of the many tomes that line the walls of ramshackle library in the city’s center. The bound leather is soft and warm beneath the pads of his index and knuckles, beckoning him to pry them open and discover their secrets. His touch is fond as he considers the many different titles, lettering tattered and fading. He ponders the merits of reading up on some worthwhile craft or another, maybe even perusing a biography or two, and extrapolating things that might make themselves useful, but the fiction section calls to him and he cannot refuse it on one of his rare days off.
He is filled with a kind of sadness as his steps echo at the emptiness of the building- not many having time for the “folly” of imaginary worlds while a war threatens to break loose. His hands linger on the railing as he ascends the spiral staircase and breathes in the slightly musty odor that reminds him more of home than any other. Between the pages of books only heroes are found in times such as these and though it’s not something he would voice aloud- he wistfully relates himself to the damsels in distress that get swept up in the adventure and eventually hold the key to the heroes success. Though he often wishes otherwise there are no princes here to save him from the oppressive reach of the King and his empire- his father and the family’s shop- so instead he lets his mind wander here.
When Castiel cracks the weary spines of the many tales that defined his childhood he can believe in destiny and fate, trial and tribulation, treasure and triumph. The world is so much simpler there and more than anything, he wishes it were the same here. Picking up an old favorite- Peter Pan and Wendy- he finds a secluded corner and holes up there, back pressed against the dusty stacks, and sinks in.