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It flickered in the draft from the door. "It is... small," Cale whispered. "It's a candle." "It is a timeline," Cale said. "Burning down." "It's just wax, Cale. Don't get metaphysical." "I cannot help it. The symbolism is overt." "Blow it out. Make a wish." Cale looked at Elion. The candlelight reflected in his green eyes, making them look like deep pools of water. "I do not know what to wish for," Cale admitted.

I cling unto Caramel who, is already clinging unto me tight as a chuckling Coco stands in the middle of the room with a candlelight in his hand. The flame reflects in his eyes, showing the insanity behind those dark brown orbs "Oops, the rain" It's definitely not the rain! He lights four more candles and puts them in different corners of the room before he plops himself to a cushion on the floor. They are five of them then waves at us "C'mon, sit!" Strawberry lets out a grunt, but he obeys, Caramel staying on his right while I stay at his left, while Cream sits besides Mel and Chocolate.

"Everyone, ready?" "Ready!" "In 3... 2... 1!" They shouted surprise again, popping the confetti. I took this time to admire the decorations, there were a lot and it must have taken them a while to put them up... just for me. "Happy Birthday... to you..." Mom and Dad started the song and the others joined in. Mom was holding up the cake with sixteen lit candles. "Make a wish, dear." Dad urged. I didn't need to be told twice. 'I wish everything falls into place', I said in my mind and blew the candles. Good thing Antonio couldn't read my mind anymore.

{TW: reckless and dangerous behavior} The lights went out suddenly. "Happy birthday to you!" Damien started, his voice loud and clear. A large, extravagant three-tiered birthday cake was rolled out, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. It was a masterpiece: the bottom tier a deep chocolate adorned with intricate golden swirls and rich red roses; the middle tier a classic vanilla, decorated with delicate lace-like patterns and silver pearls; and the top tier a striking strawberry, covered in a smooth white fondant with a single elegant rose at the center.

Azrael felt as though he was staring directly into the heart of creation itself—a feeling of wonderment that left him breathless. And then there were the candles. Every single one of them had been magically infused with an intense red glow, the light flickering gently over their wicks like fiery eyes reflecting the fireflies. The scent of burning cinnamon and cloves mingled together to create a sweet fragrance that seemed to emanate from the candles themselves. The candles were placed at strategic points in the garden, some in the ground, some hanging from vines, and others dangling between trelliswork. The entire garden glowed in the candlelight as if the Cerulean sun had dipped behind the

"I want you to light these candles then lift the flame off the wick and into a ball. Since you can't create a fire ball maybe we can slowly work our way up to it." "You seriously need to get over this obsession with me throwing fireballs. You watch way too much anime." "That's impossible, now shut up and show me what you got. It would be so badass to throw a fireball at those Rogue bastards." I rolled my eyes then concentrated on the first candle. I felt the heat in my blood and transferred the energy into the wick. At first it was just a few sputtered sparks, then it finally lit. "Awesome, one candle lit. At this rate you'll have all 10 lit by your bday." Serenity gave me a disappointed gla

I motion to the woman at the back of the shop. "Ok, I'm gonna go pay for these." He says and walks to the register. I turn back to the woman carving and try to stand out of the other customer's way as she moved on to a medium pillar candle. This one is also multicolored on the inside. There are different shades of red, green, and white. It looks like maybe it's a Christmas candle. She carves large grooves to form a star, then next to it she cuts small triangles and folds them down to form a tree. She alternates stars and trees around the entire candle. She adds small swirls down to just the white, no other colors are exposed.

“Because I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” He led her over to the table, and as they approached, Claire noticed a series of candles arranged along its length, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. Aiden reached out and lit one of the candles, the soft golden light revealing a row of gleaming jars filled with different colors of wax. Her heart pounding in anticipation, Claire watched as Aiden selected a jar and carefully removed the lid, the warm, sweet scent of the wax filling the air.

The black frosting was piped over the top in intricate swirling designs. White flowers, which looked a lot like snowflakes, were placed methodically in groups of three and five. On the top layer stood a girl in a red dress holding a cake with sixteen glowing LED candles. She looked a lot like me. Even her fondant-ruffled dress looked the same as mine. Around the edge, standing like guards protecting the girl, were sixteen real candles. When dinner ended, the tables and chairs were cleared and disassembled in record time. Some were pushed to the side so people could sit and visit.

I don’t know what that says about me, and right now, I don’t care. “Yes, but it’s a bit more complex. I’ll have to draw symbols on the floor around where you two lay. I’ll need thirteen candles. Six black, six white, and one red. Get your shadows to work, boy, because I’m not cleaning the shit up on the floor, nor am I fetching those candles.” Mags demands lighting up a new cigarette.