Castiel hunched over his desk, reading over his memoirs. He stored them in the confines of his desk before rising to his feet. Pushing his armchair in, Castiel busied himself with tidying his desk just how he preferred it, and then exited his study. Nonchalantly, the eldest Santiago meandered towards the bathroom, where he expected to see his bath prepared and ready for him.
As he made his way gracefully through the various corridors, his sensitive ears twitched at the soft melody of the grand piano. Raising a brow, Castiel followed the sound, assuming that it was Angelo who was the cause of the elegant rhythm. He usually found solace in his brother's pianist abilities. Whenever an issue arose and he was in need of relaxation, he'd bid his younger brother to sooth him with his melody.
He leaned against the entryway, going unnoticed as he caught sight of both Olivia and Angelo getting on quite will. The vampire cocked his head to the side, his blond locks shrouding his effervescent eyes. He nearly smiled himself when he spotted the tug on his younger brother's lips. Perhaps his efforts in pleasing his family was not completely in vain. In less than an hour, the precious golden haired servant had already managed to make Angelo smile more than he ever could. The sight warmed his frozen heart a tad.
Despite being distant and cold, Castiel's love for his brothers was something that could not be measured in wealth. He put them before himself on multiple occasions; going hungry just so they didn't have to. Everything he did, he did for them, whether they knew it or not. They were the only reason he hasn't killed himself yet, after all.
He felt a barely visible smile settle onto his alabaster visage, his eyes going alight with the small dose of jubilation bubbling within him. He made a mental note to thank Olivia for giving him this gift; the gift to seeing Angelo actually look pleased.
Wordlessly, Castiel drifted off, leaving the two to their business. He was silent in his departure, moving as swift as mist. It did not take him long to arrive at his main destination. He entered the bathroom, his gaze falling to the steaming water in the bathtub. He barely sparred Tanzy a glance as he disrobed; kicking off his shoes, ridding himself of his tunic, and stripping out of his trousers. He stood bare; the expanse of his back hiding the lean, taut muscle underneath the layer of marble flesh. Castiel was shameless, not bothering to hide any part of him. It wasn't because he was cocky, but because there was no sense in doing so. He glanced over his shoulder at Tanzy with his usual empty expression. "Stay."
The eldest Santiago slipped into the bathtub with a soft sigh, resting his head against the porcelain edge as his arms bracketing the sides. He relaxed into the soothing water, running his tongue over his aching fangs. When was the last time he fed? He couldn't remember...his hooded sapphire orbs flashed to his maid, beckoning his towards him with a quick motion of his hand. "Come," he cooed, gently. It was a larger contrast to his previous harsh tone with her, but what he was about to ask of her was going to inevitably frighten her, so he was mindful to be gentle...for now.