“Well, that was super satisfying.” I said with a smile as I lit the fireplace primitively. Sometimes I take my powers for granted so its a good thing to go back to basics. After the fire built up enough, I placed a couple of big logs onto it and sat on the nearby chair and proceeded to stare intently into the fire.

As I smiled staring into the fire, I remembered something from a lifetime ago. Human brains are wired to respond to the stimuli fire provides. The sight of flame activates the emotional centre of the brain, promoting relaxation and reduces stress. ‘No wonder people love sitting around campfires. When I get back home Jewel and I should sit next to one.’

As my mind began to grow giddy at seeing my loves main consciousness again, I grew distracted by the fire once more. As I gazed intently into the flickering flames, I felt within me both my Pyro and Thermokinetic abilities flare up with a familiar feeling.

With my eyes still glued to the dancing of the flames, my body began to instinctively move towards the fireplace. Squatting down before it, I laced my hands with Psionic energy before carefully reaching into the fireplace, careful not to tarnish or hurt the flames in anyway.

I picked up on the oddity of my thought, but chose to ignore it as I continued. When my hand reached the centre of the flames, without my intervention the fire slipped away, as though it was afraid to hurt me.

As I noticed that, I felt a need to console and reassure the state of thermal energy as though it was alive. “Hey, it is ok, look I am totally safe, watch I will even feed you.” With the thermal energy around my hands, it was no issue manifesting fire with my Pyrokinesis.

As I added to the flames making them roar with excitement, the flame ceased its retreat of me slowly and began to encroach on my hand. The flame seemed surprisingly characteristic as it seemed to pull back away from me a second before slowly engulfing my hand.

As though seemingly realising that I was not fuelling its energy with my flesh, nor was it expelling its energy in roasting my flesh, the flame seemed to soar with new vigour as it began wicking back and forth in boisterous patterns.

I found myself smiling at the seemingly excited action of the fire and chuckled slightly. I was so distracted that I had forgotten all about keeping up the Psionic layers on my hands, yet the flame still did not harm me.

After a short while, I felt another urge and I obliged myself as I trust my subconscious. Stoking the fire, I began pouring almost all of my Psionic reserve into the fire. Five minutes later I felt almost fully drained and yet the fire did not agitate once.

In causality, my energy should have transferred into the flame, making its heat and intensity soar. However, Psionic energy in its very essence breaks the rules of nature and the fire absorbed the energy with no visual effect.

That was until the flame began reaching up my arms. Using my arms as a bridge to my body, the fire climbed with a wanderlust, burning away my sleeves in the process, but still leaving my flesh in tact.

I silently thanked myself that I took my jacket off earlier as I love that thing and would have hated it getting burnt up, but my mind cleared itself once more a moment later. The fire, that was beautifully dancing and swirling patterns across my kneeling body began jumping off me in intricate embers before disappearing into the air.

I felt a deeply touched by the performance as I instinctively knew that the fire was dissipating its own energy in the unique patterns simply for my own enjoyment. It was then I realised the fire was attempting to lift itself from my body slightly, but did not have the energy to do so as it took all it had to keep itself combusted.

Wanting to understand what the phenomenon in front of me was doing, I closed my eyes and focused on coating all the flame engulfing my body with my Thermokinesis. I did not give any other intent other than coating the flame, so when I opened my eyes, I was shocked by the sight before me.

The fire that encased my body began dancing. And not in the metaphorical sense, the fire had used to coating of my Thermokinesis to take the forms of minuscule women and began to dance over my skin.

the dance was fast pace, burning with passion as one occasionally danced their way off my body in a bold display of its dedication to impress me while also showing an elegance as every move was perfect to the microsecond.

Tears began forming in the corners of my eyes as this beautiful moment played out before me. I, a form that stands against nature itself whose very being is an affront to its rules, is having such a beautifully intimate moment with one of its most destructive and cleansing energies.

As though proving my point, two of the dancers danced up my face and began licking up the tears with their heat, making them smaller in the process before diving off, expelling their energy back into the universe.

After a short amount of time, the remaining dancers returned to their original state and began slinking off my body back into the fire. I thought the moment was done and was about to take my hands away before the fire roared to life once more.

‘Oh so that is where all my energy went.’ I thought seeing the fire becoming clearly more active as flecks of indigo blue started appearing inside the standard flames. As I was watching the phenomenon and finally feeling some of the heat in my hands and arms, my eyes went wide at what happened next.

Out of the fireplace, a large amount of flame spat out, I was about to panic as I did not want to burn Valerica’s house down, despite my reckless action of playing with fire might suggest, and was about to pull away, but when the flame turned into the vague silhouette of a foot, I stopped all thoughts and just decided to allow what ever was about to happen to happen.

Shortly after the first foot, a second came along. Followed by legs, a torso, arms, a neck and finally a head. My eyes were glued to the flames figure as it is one I was deeply intimate with as no one else in the universe has a head that bulbous.

As I looked at the faceplate of the flames, I thought to myself a moment. ‘Jewel?’ The flames silhouette smiled as it knelt down, someone not burning its surroundings as I could feel its scorching heat prickling my skin.

The flame then shook its head indicating that it was not actually Jewel. ‘It probably just took the form of something I love.’ The silhouette then smiled and nodded its large head before leaning and and engulfing its arms around me.

Even with my resistances to heat, there was nothing I could do to defend myself against such a strong burn. Where the fire silhouette wrapped its arms around me, I could feel my flesh burning and bubbling. I wanted to yell out in pain, but I also felt a deep sense of understanding washing over me that kept me transfixed inside the hug.

Upon realising that, the flame began to tenderly stroke my back, spreading its burn all over me. What was even stranger was that its other arm was cradling my head and stroking my hair, yet my hair nor my head was feeling any heat.

Not long later, I could feel the heat of the fire silhouette begin diminishing at an exuberant rate. It was at this moment, the silhouette pulled away from the hug and cupped my face with both of its arms.

Its smile mesmerised me as its body began dissipating into the air from the bottom up with the very last portion of it disappearing was that beautiful familiar smile. As I looked back into the fireplace, the flame was now small and quaint, crackling with the burning wood.

I smiled into the fire place a moment before removing my hands. “Ugh, I am going to have to go was these, they are full of soot.” After saying that, I stood up and in doing so I realised that not only was I now naked as the fire had eaten all my clothes, but that the severe burns I just had inflicted on me were not present in the slightest.

‘Hmm, that is strange, oh well, just another freaky Psionic anomaly in my life, what else is new? Now I should go find where my room is I need some new-‘ I paused as I looked at the doorway to the living room.

Kathrine, Veronica and Hank were standing there with a look of complete befuddlement on their faces. Hank was holding a fire extinguisher and hand and was shaking profusely, though I assumed that was old person shake and not a scared shake.

As they continued to stare at me in confusion, I decided to break the ice by saying.

“So how much did you guys just see? I have to know how much I need to make up to have what happened make sense.”

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