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Clone — bonfire, at night — with Lyra
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Atlas had guessed correctly, that she was indeed a new student. It was rare for him to make a mistake in his judgement, especially concerning the members of his group. In a way, he considered himself the leader. Even if no one had officially elected him, he was always the one looking out for everyone, new or old, ensuring they felt comfortable enough to never want to leave. Ever.
“Welcome to Wyndham College, then. I’m Atlas,” he responded, matching her smile. As she asked whether they were in the same house, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I wonder what gave it away,” he joked, the fire dancing in the palm of his hand. It cast a warm glow on his face, making it apparent how his expression softened as they continued to talk. “I’m glad you’ve decided to join us at Enigma Stag. I promise, you won’t regret it.”
As he presented his illusion, he found himself watching closely for her reaction. Regardless of how good he considered himself, he’d always look toward the audience, at times his friends, wondering just how much he’d managed to impress them. Their reactions, the awe in their eyes as they watched, it made it worth to even try. As he glanced at the girl he noticed how her voice reflected her admiration, and the way her eyes flickered in wonder. There were always people better than him, ones he could never surpass, but at times like this he just felt good enough. His lips curved into a small smile, even though he’d tried to suppress it.
“I’ve always been drawn to illusions myself,” he continued speaking with his usual tone, masking his excitement. “I don’t know what it is about them, perhaps the versatility, how you can manifest anything you imagine. And if you’ve mastered them like I have, there’s no limit to your abilities.”
He waited as she scrambled to replace the marshmallow on her stick, eager to try the fire. Atlas couldn’t help but chuckle again, offering his palm towards her. “There’s no need to rush, I can hold this all night,” he assured, partly to make her more comfortable and partly to show off.
The girl leaned closer, lifting the stick over the illusion. Atlas focused his energy towards the palm of his hand, extending it through the fire to reach the snack buried in its flames. But to his confusion, the girl stopped in her tracks. He lowered his palm, furrowing his brows. As she reached towards her cheek, she removed what seemed to be a leftover piece from the treat. At that moment Atlas realized what had happened. He’d been so focused on the fire, he’d completely missed such an insignificant detail.
Insignificant to him, yet her cheeks flushed red and she began to giggle nervously, clearly embarassed. Atlas’ smile softened, “Ah, I haven’t noticed, to be honest,” he reassured her, his tone gentle. Regardless, he was glad she was excited for his trick, even though he barely showed it on the surface. “Don’t worry, you’re fine. I think I got a little carried away as well,” he admitted with a laugh, lifting his palm back up.
She lowered the marshmallow over the fire again, properly this time, and it was time to begin. What made this little flame differ from the bonfire in front, was that it was a simple illusion. If she leaned closer, she’d notice the lack of heat emanating from it’s surface and how touching it leaves no effect; but few would be bold enough to try. Still, Atlas had a way of making it appear real, something she’d discover soon enough.
Atlas’ eyes locked on the flames, his eyes flickering in concentration. He let the energy flow through the fire once more, hidden beneath its glow and dancing flames. They acted as an extension of his body, allowing him to transfer his illusions even through objects he wasn’t directly touching. As it coursed through the marshmallow, it began to affect its appearance. A golden brown layer coated its surface, perfectly covering every inch. It was a feat impossible to achieve through a regular fire, because there would always be a corner that’s uneven or slightly burnt. Atlas refused to allow such flaws.
After a while, he looked up into her eyes, breaking the silence. “It should be finished now.”
But though it had the perfect appearance, one bite would prove the girl otherwise — that it was only an illusion. In reality the structure of the snack hadn’t changed a bit.
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@Jass ✧ Lyra Elysa Skylark
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Sorry it took so long 
I’m back noww
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