Short drabble I guess.
Enjoy.
I made this cake in celebration of your birthday—celebrating that you're alive.
batter
It's decorated with black like the nightlock that we dared to swallow.
Black like night. Black like death. Black like our love.
Our love was as certain as death when we caressed the smooth beads between our fingers. Our love was just as inevitable when our hands separated to share the wealth and our backs pressed up against each other for the last bit of support before we would pass and leave the world behind us. Our love was black and hated as the sign of revolution and uprising against them.
Winter snow never realizes that it eventually melts to let the black ground show. It was our time, our spring, we were ripe from the fight we emerged from in the Games.
pour
It's decorated with gray like your eyes.
And his.
I watched the two of you from far away, growing up. It seems neither of you realized that the both of you longed for each other; I guess the grayness created uncertainties. I thought I'd be satisfied looking out the window, seeing him love you. Your dark eyes lightened whenever you spotted him, and I could only pretend that I was at the center of your eyes.
When you kissed me willingly, the first thing I saw when I emerged from passion was the ashes our fire left behind in your eyes.
bake
It's decorated with orange like a sunset.
The sunset that I've always wanted to share with you.
I was only convinced you had fallen for me once I realized that you had been listening to what I had to say the entire time, and even remembered my favorite color. Since then I've been trying to find the perfect skyline where we could watch the horizon go through the entire spectrum of colors that you couldn't even dream of.
Even those colors don't compare to the ones you've awoken within me when I saw you after deprivation and the period of blindness I experienced while you were gone for so long.
ice
It's decorated with red like passion.
Red like the fire of your cheeks when I first said I loved you.
It was stunning to see you in that dress. You, the most beautiful, and still the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed to come to life under a spark's warmth. Flames rippled off your skin; you were born to be radiant. Once I couldn't even think of you regarding me as more than a baker's son, and now you were holding my hand.
Then you molded yourself into me, and I could never let you go.
enjoy
The cake is shaped into the silhouette of a mockingbird, because I know how much your family means to you.
I made the cake a while ago, and the anticipation of its taste is alluring enough.
But I'll wait for you until you're here, so that we can cut and split the memories together.
I won't eat just yet; I'll lie fasting.
It's worth it though.
In heaven, people never age.
And I can wait forever.
I'll bake a cake for you...lol, bribe for the review!
-_- Sorry, I needed to randomly center words in the middle as dividers since Fanfiction likes to reduce my === dividers into nothing.
Midori Fujiwara