#somarella

[raynilikescats]

Lesbian women kissing or something similar hopefully

[camelspit]

sopharella peace and love and arson

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[florida-preposterously]

The fact that Somarella has some interesting parallels to Brant and Jolie kept me up last night.

{ Sophie - they/them , Marella - he/she } 252 words,

Grady wishes he could be happy that Sophie had found love.

Maybe they wouldn't be here if the scars hadn't faded away. If only Sophie realised that the terror of his nightmares laid beside them, holding them firmly. Fire danced around their lover, unbearable warmth radiating in her ice blue eyes.

His heart was tormented, watching his child laugh around the one thing that had ruined all of their lives. Fire responded to Marella, but he couldn't control it. None of the pyrokinetics could. Yet Sophie still gently cradled the hands that could turn them into the charred remains that had been left of Jolie.

It shouldn't bother him so much. Marella loved Sophie as much as they loved him. He recognised the fierce protectiveness that she held towards Sophie. Yet his heart lurched out of his chest whenever he saw them together, the past running through his mind. All the signs he hadn't picked up on. He'd admired the same unbearable warmth in Brant's eyes. The way the flames had danced around him. His constant warmth that had held Jolie through her darkest days. Blonde and pale, the world against them.

Sophie had fought everything for their partner and Marella would burn the world down for them. That would be reassuring if his brain wasn't convinced that she'd burn Sophie down too.

What hurt the most was the way Sophie came alive around her. The same excited fervour, the same look in their eyes, filled with young love and longing and admiration. It was a heart wrenching sense of Deja Vu, like the clocks ticked down to the one moment when his child would be lost to him forever, because their lover held flames in his wake, and he hadn't been there to drench them.

Why had Sophie fallen for the one thing that swore destruction?