Chasing the Sun - Chapter 50: Through the Snowfall
In their first meetings, he had let his mind wander all over to imagine what the coyote would be like in the bed, but now, he felt like the coyote was a precious cinnamon roll to be protected at all costs.
Smooth Sailing (TTW pt. 8)
"cinnamon, cloves, cardamom, milk. actually, i think i'm good too. but thanks, tiffany!" three oohs sounded. deacon felt a wellspring of pride come from his core. 'you tell her, kane.'
wander ~ Chapter 15
Scent of cinnamon, spice of pepper, deeper richer aroma of something else, of just - tony himself. this was him hugging me, shy tony, of his own accord and decision.
wander ~ Chapter 12
'til i got a faint whiff of his cinnamon-pepper scent, and all of a sudden i leaned back into the warmth emanating from his body, and rested against him just for a fraction of a second before he started back down the scale.
Teddy
The room seemed to fill with his musty cinnamon smell and i couldn't help but to smile. he was carrying an outfit for me, fortunately it was one that fit, though i doubt i could have picked a more childish set of clothes from my wardrobe.
MLP:FiM: Chapture 4: Down the Rabbid Hole
"i came here to share some pastry and fruit, but it seen i've come in a middle of a dispute." replied zecora, who then reached to her saddle bag to pull out a bag of cinnamon smelling cookies.
The Magic Inside Him: Chapter 1
He grabbed some cinnamon and sage powder and a brush from his suitcase and headed to the bathroom. he stopped and smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
The 'Fate' of St. Ardyran
(never ever try and swallow a powder by itself - especially this 'cinnamon' stuff i have heard the wealthy speak of.) after i finally got down everything, i felt a tingling sensation. it was the magic of the alicorn, going throughout my entire body.
Blue-Eyed
cinnamon. wearing a scarf. the mouse had taken pictures beside that stuffed bear ... when he was little. when his grandmother used to bring him to the orchestra. to hear the christmas show. every year. when he had broken a snow-globe in a store.
Breaking Bread
I might have caught the faintest hint of blush on the light cinnamon fur of her cheeks. "sorry," she chittered, her tailtip thapping a little on the side of her chair where she had curled it. "you must think me... what, exhibitionist?"
Jumping Mouse, Part 3
He smiled at me, looking around the shop with something that always came across, to my nose, as a faintly cinnamon scent. it was a warm sense, usually associated with fondness, affection.
Rexville 36: Lighthouse Hike
Later, dessert came with aunt sophia's apple pie with cinnamon and whipped cream on top. no doubt it was the best homemade pie in the family. it was keanu's favorite and so was hunter's recently.