[ Jesse perceives everything linearly, but, it may not be the same for Alan. The message may have already happened--or may not have happened--may be happening? She doesn't know the rules of the Dark Place. Only what he's told her. It's unlike any other threshold she's been in. Then again, those thresholds were anchored to the Oldest House. Cauldron Lake and the Dark Place are their own monsters.
The man that jumped into Cauldron Lake to save his wife might not be the same as the man standing in front of her. But, a part of that man is still in Alan. A spark, an ember, and she's realizing that is what Polaris has always been trying to amplify. Just like with Jesse. Some part of them that Polaris can make stronger and in turn make herself stronger. Not in the same way, as Alan isn't the host or speaker for Polaris, but a complimentary force.
The sound made brighter, the light made louder.
｟ Torchbearer. Fighting the nightmares. Torch and a light switch. ｠
Jesse's not sure where Polaris is going with this or exactly how it's supposed to help. But, Polaris has always seemed to know where they're headed. She hasn't led her wrong yet. Even if she can't hear what Alan might be responding to... if Polaris need to use her to get through to him? Her old friend is more than welcome to.
Her hand curls around his.
She doesn't answer him necessarily in words. She's always been more of actions. Words are his department. After all, he is the Writer.
Another step and a half is taken to bridge the gap between them. The hand at his abdomen lowers, moving to the other that reflexively moved for a flashlight or gun. Her fingertips touch the elbow patch there, hand gently curling to hold his elbow. Green eyes lock back onto his gray ones with the water clear to see in them.
« It's really him. My Alan. The one who reached out to us. Even if he hasn't realized it yet. He's...different, but it's still him. From that first loop before everything went to hell. He's never left this room. Never been able to leave it--even in the story. Not all of him. I don't.... I don't know how I know that. Did you know it and now I'm just ready to see it? »
｟ A presence. We could hear it. A call. It was faint. ｠
She feels the pulsing from Polaris in both of her hands. This is what Alan called them here for. It's less about her as Jesse at the moment. He needs that guiding star--that resonance that can make the light louder. It's never been fully about Jesse and Alan. There's always been those paranormal forces at work in the background.
｟ Reaching for us from a dark place. ｠
Another half step to fully close the gap between them.
She can feel Polaris trying to resonate into the floor beneath them through her.
｟ Her guide felt it too. Not a hostile transmission. It was powerful but it was coming from far away. And made weak because of the distance. It was a distress call. ｠
The light on the desk brightens as does the flashlight beside it.
｟ We sensed a drowning man. The Torchbearer desperate to escape. We sensed something else too. A hunger in the dark. Not unlike the hissing. ｠ ]
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The man that jumped into Cauldron Lake to save his wife might not be the same as the man standing in front of her. But, a part of that man is still in Alan. A spark, an ember, and she's realizing that is what Polaris has always been trying to amplify. Just like with Jesse. Some part of them that Polaris can make stronger and in turn make herself stronger. Not in the same way, as Alan isn't the host or speaker for Polaris, but a complimentary force.
The sound made brighter, the light made louder.
｟ Torchbearer. Fighting the nightmares. Torch and a light switch. ｠
Jesse's not sure where Polaris is going with this or exactly how it's supposed to help. But, Polaris has always seemed to know where they're headed. She hasn't led her wrong yet. Even if she can't hear what Alan might be responding to... if Polaris need to use her to get through to him? Her old friend is more than welcome to.
Her hand curls around his.
She doesn't answer him necessarily in words. She's always been more of actions. Words are his department. After all, he is the Writer.
Another step and a half is taken to bridge the gap between them. The hand at his abdomen lowers, moving to the other that reflexively moved for a flashlight or gun. Her fingertips touch the elbow patch there, hand gently curling to hold his elbow. Green eyes lock back onto his gray ones with the water clear to see in them.
« It's really him. My Alan. The one who reached out to us. Even if he hasn't realized it yet. He's...different, but it's still him. From that first loop before everything went to hell. He's never left this room. Never been able to leave it--even in the story. Not all of him. I don't.... I don't know how I know that. Did you know it and now I'm just ready to see it? »
｟ A presence. We could hear it. A call. It was faint. ｠
She feels the pulsing from Polaris in both of her hands. This is what Alan called them here for. It's less about her as Jesse at the moment. He needs that guiding star--that resonance that can make the light louder. It's never been fully about Jesse and Alan. There's always been those paranormal forces at work in the background.
｟ Reaching for us from a dark place. ｠
Another half step to fully close the gap between them.
She can feel Polaris trying to resonate into the floor beneath them through her.
｟ Her guide felt it too. Not a hostile transmission. It was powerful but it was coming from far away. And made weak because of the distance. It was a distress call. ｠
The light on the desk brightens as does the flashlight beside it.
｟ We sensed a drowning man. The Torchbearer desperate to escape. We sensed something else too. A hunger in the dark. Not unlike the hissing. ｠ ]