[ A soft expression takes her face then. She could point out plenty of children are afraid of the dark--the unknown. He was a normal kid. But, something has made him feel abnormal, and she knows more about that then anyone would think. Telling him others share the experience or that he wasn't "silly" is pointless. He has already made up his mind and only he can change it.
Still, Jesse smiles at his thanks.
He continues on and her expression changes. Hard, determined, her own mind made up. They aren't using him for bait. She's not going to leave him out for Scratch to take. He promised her that he'd come home. That they could have a life together. She isn't going to eat him break that promise just because he's scared or ready to give up.
Although, as the scene in front of her plays out, she understands why he suggests what he does. He's not really Alan the moment.
Watching his face contort brings up memories of finding Dylan for the first time. Finally meeting him after so long. How Alan's voice changes. How the viewed anger finally flares up. It's all too reminiscent of that moment with her baby brother behind glass. Dylan didn't see her then--all he saw was Polaris. The resonance he thought abandoned him.
You? YOU! You came through in the hole in you! We let you in.
Alan jerks away--mostly--and for a moment all Jesse can see is Dylan immediately resonating with the Hiss. Both beings reacting so violently to Polaris. Her hands remain around his. Resolute. Even if inside she's horrified by what she sees--scared that she can't do the one thing he's brought her to do.
Save him.
Her hands gently squeeze his as his voice comes through again over the violent energy bombarding from him. Through him. Forcing him to channel it. In some ways, it seems worse than the Hiss. The Hiss broke you down and forced you up into their collective. It doesn't seem like the Dark Presence cares for collectives. It want only itself and vessels to occupy for itself.
You'll lose. You'll all lose. Your reality will be drowned. All will be drowned.
It dawns on Jesse then that it's the reason Polaris has insisted on so much. Why they had to be here--even down into the Dark Place. The Dark Presence wants their reality, that much is obvious. But, Polaris has already "claimed" domain in a way. Her resonance beats through their reality and the idea of another entity moving in is unthinkable. Maybe it's cruel and inhuman to see it that way... but Polaris isn't human.
And this battle is bigger than just the writer the Dark Presence channels through and the woman that amplifies and generates Polaris.
She feels his fingers press the switch. Ever so gently, Jesse presses her fingers against his. A supporting gesture. Calm, collected, a foundation. They brisk over his as the flashlight clicks and its stream of light turns on between them.
A light that Polaris wastes no time in amplifying.
She resonates through the Light, finding the spaces to fit herself between to make the rays louder. Intense, but never painful. At least not painful to Alan.
The primal roar rocks the room and Jesse presses her feet to the desk to keep herself steady. Grounding Alan through their touch. A beacon--a lighthouse--above the waves to call him upwards. The fiery guiding star.
The rage on the Writer's face is met with a resolute stare from the amplifier. Polaris shimmers around Jesse, almost as if to stand in defiance of every word the Dark Presence threw at them. She shimmers brighter, intensifying the more th Dark Presence uses Alan's face, voice, mind. It's thin threat as ultimately, Polaris is an invader in the Dark Place. An entity not of this dimension who is making claims of her own.
Jesse's green eyes even seem to brighten. The sound made brighter by the light. The light made louder by the sound. ]
｟ Around one constant they revolve. Not you. ｠
[ Power rolls off of Jesse and into her hands. Through his, into the flashlight. The beam brightens to what might be considered near blinding for a creature of the night.
However, Alan isn't a creature of the night. He doesn't belong in the Dark. He has darkness in him, as does every human, but he isn't a servant or creature of the will of the dark. He belongs to the Light, and its why he was chosen for it. An artist both entities could use, but one's power he can naturally channel with his own.
Just as Jesse could always naturally channel Polaris. ]
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Still, Jesse smiles at his thanks.
He continues on and her expression changes. Hard, determined, her own mind made up. They aren't using him for bait. She's not going to leave him out for Scratch to take. He promised her that he'd come home. That they could have a life together. She isn't going to eat him break that promise just because he's scared or ready to give up.
Although, as the scene in front of her plays out, she understands why he suggests what he does. He's not really Alan the moment.
Watching his face contort brings up memories of finding Dylan for the first time. Finally meeting him after so long. How Alan's voice changes. How the viewed anger finally flares up. It's all too reminiscent of that moment with her baby brother behind glass. Dylan didn't see her then--all he saw was Polaris. The resonance he thought abandoned him.
You? YOU! You came through in the hole in you! We let you in.
Alan jerks away--mostly--and for a moment all Jesse can see is Dylan immediately resonating with the Hiss. Both beings reacting so violently to Polaris. Her hands remain around his. Resolute. Even if inside she's horrified by what she sees--scared that she can't do the one thing he's brought her to do.
Save him.
Her hands gently squeeze his as his voice comes through again over the violent energy bombarding from him. Through him. Forcing him to channel it. In some ways, it seems worse than the Hiss. The Hiss broke you down and forced you up into their collective. It doesn't seem like the Dark Presence cares for collectives. It want only itself and vessels to occupy for itself.
You'll lose. You'll all lose. Your reality will be drowned. All will be drowned.
It dawns on Jesse then that it's the reason Polaris has insisted on so much. Why they had to be here--even down into the Dark Place. The Dark Presence wants their reality, that much is obvious. But, Polaris has already "claimed" domain in a way. Her resonance beats through their reality and the idea of another entity moving in is unthinkable. Maybe it's cruel and inhuman to see it that way... but Polaris isn't human.
And this battle is bigger than just the writer the Dark Presence channels through and the woman that amplifies and generates Polaris.
She feels his fingers press the switch. Ever so gently, Jesse presses her fingers against his. A supporting gesture. Calm, collected, a foundation. They brisk over his as the flashlight clicks and its stream of light turns on between them.
A light that Polaris wastes no time in amplifying.
She resonates through the Light, finding the spaces to fit herself between to make the rays louder. Intense, but never painful. At least not painful to Alan.
The primal roar rocks the room and Jesse presses her feet to the desk to keep herself steady. Grounding Alan through their touch. A beacon--a lighthouse--above the waves to call him upwards. The fiery guiding star.
The rage on the Writer's face is met with a resolute stare from the amplifier. Polaris shimmers around Jesse, almost as if to stand in defiance of every word the Dark Presence threw at them. She shimmers brighter, intensifying the more th Dark Presence uses Alan's face, voice, mind. It's thin threat as ultimately, Polaris is an invader in the Dark Place. An entity not of this dimension who is making claims of her own.
Jesse's green eyes even seem to brighten. The sound made brighter by the light. The light made louder by the sound. ]
｟ Around one constant they revolve. Not you. ｠
[ Power rolls off of Jesse and into her hands. Through his, into the flashlight. The beam brightens to what might be considered near blinding for a creature of the night.
However, Alan isn't a creature of the night. He doesn't belong in the Dark. He has darkness in him, as does every human, but he isn't a servant or creature of the will of the dark. He belongs to the Light, and its why he was chosen for it. An artist both entities could use, but one's power he can naturally channel with his own.
Just as Jesse could always naturally channel Polaris. ]
｟ Grow brighter. ｠