[ Jesse would argue otherwise. Well. Sort of. Alan is definitely an asshole. He may think of his wants and goals first and above others. But, that doesn't mean he's unkind. Uncaring. He knows what these forces do to others that it touches and tries to minimalize what he can. At least, from everything she can tell.
And, it's not as if he's above hurting others. He hurt her. He made a way for agency, then when the Dark Presence found the weakness in it, he took it away without asking. He did it to protect her, but took the choice away from her. She was angry at him, hurt, but never hated him. Jesse understood that he was trying to help her.
Losing control is just one of her buttons.
Still, he apologized for it. Promised to make it right--and he did. He's made that way again for them to be reality. Now it's up to her to make sure it does happen.
« I'd almost call it poetic--if he was a poet. Someone to make the way, and then someone to pave it. What a pair we make. It almost sounds cliche, and he'd probably laugh and think it's a little lame. Or, maybe not. He's the one who says "peachy" now. »
Her green eyes stay intently focused on his. She can't read minds--only throw things with hers. Recieve messages. Which means she has to take everything he says as not only truth but on trust. That's always been her weakness.
Trusting people.
Believing what they say is really what they mean.
Alan tests the ever living hell out of her boundaries of trust. Around, and around, again, and again. He asks her without saying a word to trust him even if he can't trust himself. Even if it makes her skin prick as that paranoia and mistrust instinctively fight back against the notion of trusting him. The craziest thing about it?
She does.
And now he's asking her again without asking.
Telling her that she should believe him.
How can she do anything else when he kept his promise?
Jesse feels the emotions caught in her throat. She presses against his forehead again, as if asking her question once more. Maybe she's afraid he'll slip away from her at the last minute--once she turns away. Maybe it's a fear that he'll look at her again and have no idea who she is other than the Director of the agency he used in his story.
Faden and her guiding star.
I'm awake. Jesse, I'm awake.
The water threatens to leave her eyes again, but she won't let them fall again. Not when the sun is going down. Maybe when they have the chance to be just them. Not when they need to be the Director and the Champion of Light.
« It's really him. I mean, the Alan I know. Not the one the Dark Place is trying to make him. »
Jesse feels the familiar tug of reality shifting. Telling her to do one thing and set the next story beat. The next moment in the plot. Except, it's not Alan's story.
« No. No. Fuck this. I'm not playing along with what IT wants me to do. »
Jesse ignores that tug trying to get her to get her to move away--to stand up and go. Instead, she forces herself to move how she wants. Forward. She presses her lips to his while her grip on his hands tighten. ]
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And, it's not as if he's above hurting others. He hurt her. He made a way for agency, then when the Dark Presence found the weakness in it, he took it away without asking. He did it to protect her, but took the choice away from her. She was angry at him, hurt, but never hated him. Jesse understood that he was trying to help her.
Losing control is just one of her buttons.
Still, he apologized for it. Promised to make it right--and he did. He's made that way again for them to be reality. Now it's up to her to make sure it does happen.
« I'd almost call it poetic--if he was a poet. Someone to make the way, and then someone to pave it. What a pair we make. It almost sounds cliche, and he'd probably laugh and think it's a little lame. Or, maybe not. He's the one who says "peachy" now. »
Her green eyes stay intently focused on his. She can't read minds--only throw things with hers. Recieve messages. Which means she has to take everything he says as not only truth but on trust. That's always been her weakness.
Trusting people.
Believing what they say is really what they mean.
Alan tests the ever living hell out of her boundaries of trust. Around, and around, again, and again. He asks her without saying a word to trust him even if he can't trust himself. Even if it makes her skin prick as that paranoia and mistrust instinctively fight back against the notion of trusting him. The craziest thing about it?
She does.
And now he's asking her again without asking.
Telling her that she should believe him.
How can she do anything else when he kept his promise?
Jesse feels the emotions caught in her throat. She presses against his forehead again, as if asking her question once more. Maybe she's afraid he'll slip away from her at the last minute--once she turns away. Maybe it's a fear that he'll look at her again and have no idea who she is other than the Director of the agency he used in his story.
Faden and her guiding star.
I'm awake. Jesse, I'm awake.
The water threatens to leave her eyes again, but she won't let them fall again. Not when the sun is going down. Maybe when they have the chance to be just them. Not when they need to be the Director and the Champion of Light.
« It's really him. I mean, the Alan I know. Not the one the Dark Place is trying to make him. »
Jesse feels the familiar tug of reality shifting. Telling her to do one thing and set the next story beat. The next moment in the plot. Except, it's not Alan's story.
« No. No. Fuck this. I'm not playing along with what IT wants me to do. »
Jesse ignores that tug trying to get her to get her to move away--to stand up and go. Instead, she forces herself to move how she wants. Forward. She presses her lips to his while her grip on his hands tighten. ]