This came to me whilst I was in church at easter vigil mass. Yep.
Just something to hopefully help us all through the angst parade that is caskett's love live ok.
The candle flickered gently on the dining table, and a little boy with the floppy dark hair and bright blue eyes reached out towards the solid cream cylinder of wax that held the tiny wick that had been coated in the soft blanket of fire.
The heat of the orange-yellow flame gently coated the boys fingers as he reached ever closer. The boy stopped, considering the flame, watching it taunt him as it danced around the wick, making the wax around the side of the candle go warm and ooze over the edge.
The boy watched the patterns it created down the side, and without thinking, reached out and quickly dipped three fingers into the pool of liquid wax underneath the flame.
He hissed loudly and withdrew his fingers to blow them dry, but found the wax had hardened around them. He giggled at the sight, and gently peeled off the wax before looking back at the candle, hypnotised once again by the flame that danced before his eyes.
The flame coated the wick like a blanket, and the more the boy thought about it, the more he wanted to feel the flame around his hand, wanted it's warmth to coat him, to envelope him like his star wars comforter did at night.
His fingers reached out of their own accord, but before he could get near the flame, two fingers clamped down over it, extinguishing it.
The blue eyes belonging to the boy looked up to meet the hazel-greens of his mothers.
"How did you do that, mommy?" He whispered in awe at his mother, shocked at how the flame had not marred her slender fingers.
Kate Castle grinned down at her 3 year old son, watching the black hair that needed a cut flop down over his eyes. "Magic, Alex"
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