Tumblr prompt! This one is pretty short, but it's been proofread so-

Marella's fingers wove through fire, and Biana's became nothing at all.

Biana sometimes wondered how it felt for Marella's fire to curl in her palm, to slither down her back, to encircle her arms like a wristband of light and heat. Did it tingle? Did it burn?

Or did she feel nothing at all, only her eyes telling her that there was fire touching her body? Maybe Marella still flinched away from the fire that courted her, called to her, answered her, obeyed and raged and was leashed by the petite blonde. Maybe it didn't scare her at all.

Part of Biana wanted to let the flames brush against her skin, but some whisper of common sense kept her simply watching, curious eyes following the sparks as they leaped from Marella's eyes.

She wondered if Marella wanted to turn invisible sometimes, the way Biana wished she could set the world on fire.

Biana's fingers weren't as nimble as Marella's. They weren't meant for summoning fire into the world. They were meant to disappear, just like the rest of her.

But they were still able to weave, even if what she made wasn't anything important.

Because when Biana was younger, she had loved flowers of every kind. And when she found one that pleased her, she would make a little crown from all of its kind she could find.

Flower crowns adorned her hair, and bracelets of petals and stems graced her wrists. She slipped flower necklaces over her hair and fastened little anklets above her feet.

She thought that even though Marella could make buds and stems and petals of fire and heat and red and blue shimmering brilliance, she might still enjoy a flower from the ground.

Flowers of flame weren't as good as the real thing, she hoped.

So she used her clumsy fingers, the hands that hadn't been made for summoning flame or water or shadow. The hands that weren't ordinary, but weren't enough to be special.

She made dozens of crowns, one for every day, one for every kiss, every smile.

Hundreds of flowers, and Marella wore them every time.

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