« Okay. If you think it'll help. Do what you think you need to. We need him here if we're going to stop the Dark Presence this time... and I need him here. Even if he doesn't know it. »
She can feel the gentle vibrations in the palm of her hand. Polaris attempts to resonate with that spark inside the Writer. The one that marks him as the Champion of Light to fight the Herald of Darkness. Jesse may not know all the terms, and the terms may be an abstract concept to Polaris, but the resonance knows what makes her powerful. Stronger. Brighter. Deafening. It's a gentle vibration. Nothing that would cause harm or hurt. Just a nudge.
That's something Alan should be used to.
Her smile is small, but eyes sparkle. It's that fond smile she only lets him see. Her way of telling him that she's happy he's there. That she loves him despite whatever his mind may throw at him. ]
Anytime. [ She means it wholeheartedly and entirely. Whenever he needs to be pulled from the waves? She'll be there in someway or shape to do so. ] Can I keep it? Or... or do you need it back to do whatever is you need to do?
[ « If he needs it to help him remember it? That's fine. I've seen it and knows it exists. That's more than enough for me. »
She never forgets what it's like to be close to him, but, it's always different than she remembers. Almost like she can't hold onto the exact emotions and feelings. How intense it feels, how that gravitational pull seems to just ignite. Is it just because of whatever is in him that Polaris reacts to? Is it more? She's still not sure, but whatever the reason, her gaze drops down to his lips for the briefest of moments. She knows they've been close--intimate.
« I want it back. »
Jesse moves the fraction it's needed to ghost her lips across his. A faint touch, enough so he can pull away if it's too much or too soon. He may not remember what they've done together by design. There's really only one way to find out.
Even as she can faintly hear the footsteps beyond the office doors. ]
no subject
Polaris shifts.
« Okay. If you think it'll help. Do what you think you need to. We need him here if we're going to stop the Dark Presence this time... and I need him here. Even if he doesn't know it. »
She can feel the gentle vibrations in the palm of her hand. Polaris attempts to resonate with that spark inside the Writer. The one that marks him as the Champion of Light to fight the Herald of Darkness. Jesse may not know all the terms, and the terms may be an abstract concept to Polaris, but the resonance knows what makes her powerful. Stronger. Brighter. Deafening. It's a gentle vibration. Nothing that would cause harm or hurt. Just a nudge.
That's something Alan should be used to.
Her smile is small, but eyes sparkle. It's that fond smile she only lets him see. Her way of telling him that she's happy he's there. That she loves him despite whatever his mind may throw at him. ]
Anytime. [ She means it wholeheartedly and entirely. Whenever he needs to be pulled from the waves? She'll be there in someway or shape to do so. ] Can I keep it? Or... or do you need it back to do whatever is you need to do?
[ « If he needs it to help him remember it? That's fine. I've seen it and knows it exists. That's more than enough for me. »
She never forgets what it's like to be close to him, but, it's always different than she remembers. Almost like she can't hold onto the exact emotions and feelings. How intense it feels, how that gravitational pull seems to just ignite. Is it just because of whatever is in him that Polaris reacts to? Is it more? She's still not sure, but whatever the reason, her gaze drops down to his lips for the briefest of moments. She knows they've been close--intimate.
« I want it back. »
Jesse moves the fraction it's needed to ghost her lips across his. A faint touch, enough so he can pull away if it's too much or too soon. He may not remember what they've done together by design. There's really only one way to find out.
Even as she can faintly hear the footsteps beyond the office doors. ]