█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  ICING DECORATED THE cookie, all soft curves &&. vivid colors; Gray gandered at the biscuit house that they raised, and REMEMBERED how much he hated decorating for holidays. Christmas especially. Winter is one thing, winter he could deal with ( he has been, all his life back in Isvan ) but Winter Holidays? They are enjoyable from afar, but simply dreadful when he has to partake.

But still, Gray relished this infrequent- yet affectionate banter. 

        As the years progress and both Ice-Mages continue to grow into themselves, everything seems to be on the mend. Gray can scarcely vocalize it, but perhaps the prospect of SHARING an activity with Lyon again no longer seems like a pipe-dream. 

And here it was, an aroma as clear as the sky on a scorching summer day: spice &&. ginger. The fragrance is an instant evocation of Ur’s kitchen       of the one pound loaves of warm gingerbread that lined up on her cooling racks when HOLIDAY comes around. 

        Gray lifted up their handiwork, pivoted it towards the window to savor not only the texture but a shade of auric brown he’d long FORGOTTEN. 

It was still a masterpiece in his eyes.

       ❛  DON’T SAY SUCH things, Lyon. Don’t you remember
                        the one person that could bake this out of love and ashes?  ❜