[charloft] (TUES) Cake and Death
Mar. 24th, 2009 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magic_fratboyNOTE: Too long for a drabble, but the muse got wordy. :P
She would’ve bought him a cake, decorated…she would’ve made it fun. That’s why he goes and gets a small one, smiling and aching as he finds a black tombstone candle for the top.
Alone, he lights the wick and watches it burn. He thinks of the Voisin, his own birthday six months before, and as the wax drips down he thinks of the death that’s been hanging on his soul for far too long.
In the light of the flame, he sees a shadow of her face. Shutting his eyes, he stares at the afterimage behind his eyelids until it fades and the candle burns down to nothing but a puddle of wax, dark as blood in moonlight against the thick white frosting.
She would’ve bought him a cake, decorated…she would’ve made it fun. That’s why he goes and gets a small one, smiling and aching as he finds a black tombstone candle for the top.
Alone, he lights the wick and watches it burn. He thinks of the Voisin, his own birthday six months before, and as the wax drips down he thinks of the death that’s been hanging on his soul for far too long.
In the light of the flame, he sees a shadow of her face. Shutting his eyes, he stares at the afterimage behind his eyelids until it fades and the candle burns down to nothing but a puddle of wax, dark as blood in moonlight against the thick white frosting.
