Flaming man and the fire angel

The flaming man raised his arms to protect the fire angel from the suction of air pulling them up the chimney. Under him, she crouched with her pink and blue gentle flame sprawled across the tinder. The desire to shoot up the chimney was overwhelming her but the tone of his voice told her she shouldn't. All of the surrounding flames were taking their turns to leap upwards into the unknown but he knew it wasn't safe. He'd seen how they turned to soot after stretching his head close by for a peep. 

They maintained this posture for quite some time but as the flames decreased it was her turn to save him. The fire had died down and the smouldering logs kept the fire angel safe where the flaming man was losing himself- he was shrinking- there was only one thing for it- they needed to keep the fire alive so she slid over to him so they could burn together as one flame and slowly, gently they dwindled until there was just a tiny glow. 

As the fire extinguished itself  they had no choice so jumped together as two tiny sparks flying up the chimney and out into the atmosphere. Before long they were gone, it was as if they'd never existed.