Ninth House | Chat

[Kristi]

@idiot.exe

“You… Think so?” Atlas asked hesitantly, his smile faltering. He shot another glance to where Esther faded into the crowd, hoping he’d see her reappear. But as seconds passed, and he became more aware of the other woman’s eyes on him. He turned back to face her, forcing his lips into a wider smile. “Come on, now, you should give yourself more credit. Your magic was a magnificent sight to behold,” he continued, his smile softening. “As I said, she sprung up to her feet seconds after falling unconscious. It’s almost like her fainting was a trick of my mind, maybe it never happened,” he spoke with a confident grin, aiming to convince her, though he struggled to even believe his own words.

you’re such a good writer

@idiot.exe

At that moment, he had to push aside his worries for Esther — if that even was her — and keep his mind occupied by the kind woman standing in front of him. He noticed her smile receiving his compliment, a welcome sight. “No need to thank me, I’m only being honest,” he replied, his genuine smile slowly returning. “I’m intrigued now, what kind of magic can you do?” Changing the topic would do him good.

the weird type of magic

@idiot.exe

giving the small corner of the ballroom a dreamlike appearance. With each sway of his hands, magical dust followed along, twinkling in gold and silver as he built an image in front of him. “Take a look,” he gestured to the vision with his palm, circling around it until he reached the woman’s side. Before their eyes stood a fairytale-like image of a boy and girl, gazing into each other’s eyes. In the enclosed space, the musical performance came to a halt, its melody replaced by a somber, slow violin.

THIS MF SO DRAMATIC PLEASE WHAT

@idiot.exe

The image became distorted with the smoke, and Atlas let the silence linger for a moment. “Before I knew it, she was gone.” A single tear fell down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, swinging his palms to redirect the smoke and create another image. This one presented the girl, “Esther”, kneeling down with her eyes full of tears. “But she never meant to break my heart. She never intended for our connection to fall apart. That man, as she told me… She had no choice but to become his lover,” he continued, his voice trembling with emotion as if he wasn’t making everything up on the spot. As the illusion twisted to show the final scene, Atlas took a deep breath. “Because… She was pregnant with his child!”

WOAH

he’s so caraval coded