Maybe. [ She doesn't want to lie and get his hopes up, but, part of her likes the idea that she would have noticed him regardless. Even if it's just a fairy tale. ] As long as you didn't think I was crazy? Probably.
[ « He wouldnt be wrong in saying it is a low bar of expectations to meet if he said it. But, it's true. The easiest way to get my attention is to just...treat me like I'm normal. Ordinary. Even if it's untrue. »
Jesse smiles at him. A small one, but the kind that make her eyes light up. That special sort that has the love she has for him shine in her eyes. He would think he's unlovable. So would others.
« Emily called me a outlier for a reason. »
Thumbs brush along his cheeks and the edges of his beard. She's missed touching him. It's only been maybe a handful of hours since she saw him at the beach. Well... him. His body piloted by his double. The double that killed her the first time. The one that would have probably come for her again if Saga hadn't fired.
She gently curls her fingertips into his beard.
He can't die.
A huff of a laugh escapes at his comment on suits. ]
Mine isn't too bad. But, I'd prefer if I could wear my regular clothes more. Something about how "The Director needs to look professional." [ She rolls her eyes slightly.
Her forehead presses gently to his as he explains. She knows she's had the thought once that maybe she should of paid more attention in literature classes, because then maybe she'd be able to help. All she knows is the weird world, nothing about writing.
She places a gentle kiss in hopes of being reassuring or helpful. Whatever came to mind to say is shoved aside when she feels Polaris tug at her mind. Her eyes move over to one of the two chalkboards beside them. Jesse stands, hands moving to his shoulders and giving a gentle tug to the worn tweed coat for him to follow.
The chalkboard is blank and her head tilts slightly. Polaris shimmers around the boars. Jesse frowns a moment before she pushes on it, finding that it is on some sort of hinge. She pushes against it, then reaches up to the otherside and pulls it down. A few steps backwards and Jesse finds herself looking at a side of the board that's entirely filled out. Pictures of locations, notes of "scenes" beside them. Summaries beside them. Notes--lots of notes.
So many notes it almost hides the board underneath.
Jesse reaches out with one hand to take his; give him an anchor as she looks over each note. She sees his wife's name. One about Mr. Door's talkshow. Someone named "Tim." A few locations.
« The Oceanview Hotel? That must be how he found his way to the Motel that one time. Huh. Hotel. I bet thats something to see.
But, this is it, isn't it? Where he plans out every version of Return. And, Initiation, I guess. Notes for what worked for edits, what didn't. Just how many times have we gone around... how many chalkboards did he fill up? »
Her fingers curl around his and give a squeeze. One she hopes is as comforting as she means it to be. ]
"Initiation Draft"... you haven't numbered it?
[ Her eyes fall on one note that is seemingly placed in the middle of the others. One that seems to be a bit newer--the paper hasn't changed color. Her other hand raises as fingers move across it.
"I promised her. Don't forget it. Don't fucking forget Put us in "Return."
She pauses and stills for a moment. Her hand seems to tighten around his. A moment passes before she looks back at him. ]
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[ « He wouldnt be wrong in saying it is a low bar of expectations to meet if he said it. But, it's true. The easiest way to get my attention is to just...treat me like I'm normal. Ordinary. Even if it's untrue. »
Jesse smiles at him. A small one, but the kind that make her eyes light up. That special sort that has the love she has for him shine in her eyes. He would think he's unlovable. So would others.
« Emily called me a outlier for a reason. »
Thumbs brush along his cheeks and the edges of his beard. She's missed touching him. It's only been maybe a handful of hours since she saw him at the beach. Well... him. His body piloted by his double. The double that killed her the first time. The one that would have probably come for her again if Saga hadn't fired.
She gently curls her fingertips into his beard.
He can't die.
A huff of a laugh escapes at his comment on suits. ]
Mine isn't too bad. But, I'd prefer if I could wear my regular clothes more. Something about how "The Director needs to look professional." [ She rolls her eyes slightly.
Her forehead presses gently to his as he explains. She knows she's had the thought once that maybe she should of paid more attention in literature classes, because then maybe she'd be able to help. All she knows is the weird world, nothing about writing.
She places a gentle kiss in hopes of being reassuring or helpful. Whatever came to mind to say is shoved aside when she feels Polaris tug at her mind. Her eyes move over to one of the two chalkboards beside them. Jesse stands, hands moving to his shoulders and giving a gentle tug to the worn tweed coat for him to follow.
The chalkboard is blank and her head tilts slightly. Polaris shimmers around the boars. Jesse frowns a moment before she pushes on it, finding that it is on some sort of hinge. She pushes against it, then reaches up to the otherside and pulls it down. A few steps backwards and Jesse finds herself looking at a side of the board that's entirely filled out. Pictures of locations, notes of "scenes" beside them. Summaries beside them. Notes--lots of notes.
So many notes it almost hides the board underneath.
Jesse reaches out with one hand to take his; give him an anchor as she looks over each note. She sees his wife's name. One about Mr. Door's talkshow. Someone named "Tim." A few locations.
« The Oceanview Hotel? That must be how he found his way to the Motel that one time. Huh. Hotel. I bet thats something to see.
But, this is it, isn't it? Where he plans out every version of Return. And, Initiation, I guess. Notes for what worked for edits, what didn't. Just how many times have we gone around... how many chalkboards did he fill up? »
Her fingers curl around his and give a squeeze. One she hopes is as comforting as she means it to be. ]
"Initiation Draft"... you haven't numbered it?
[ Her eyes fall on one note that is seemingly placed in the middle of the others. One that seems to be a bit newer--the paper hasn't changed color. Her other hand raises as fingers move across it.
"I promised her. Don't forget it.
Don't fucking forgetPut us in "Return."She pauses and stills for a moment. Her hand seems to tighten around his. A moment passes before she looks back at him. ]