oceanview || ❝ i must guide my love through the night. ❞

[outlierdirector]

OCEANVIEW II

into the dark, dark, dark.

I’m fighting to save my love somеhow
I cannot feel her by my side
Even in this placе inside my mind CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[crazyisinevitable]

[ Alan is stubborn, and whether or not he'll admit it, sometimes he can argue. Some might say he likes to argue, but he wouldn't. He argues when he has a point to make, that's all. But lately, he's just too tired to really argue. The energy spent on arguing could be used for other things, anyway.

Other things like reconnecting with Jesse and picking up where they've left off. And they've left off a lot. It really does feel like something long overdue, and if it's cheesy, well- Alan's written and said some cheesy things before. He might not call himself a soldier, but he's definitely been in a fight... a long one. A war is more fitting, probably. Maybe one day the war will be over and they won't have to worry about anything getting in between them again.

She's bringing him to that point of no return again with every kiss and touch, and as she begins to repeat his name, he feels himself coming closer to that edge, to that drop into an abyss of pleasure, of ecstasy. Finally, he gets there, and he feels a swell of that pleasure followed by release, and when she slumps against him, he feels himself go slack as well, just lying on the bed but not letting go of her either. Has she reached her own climax? Her own drop off that hypothetical cliff? If she hasn't, he wants to bring her there too, because she deserves to feel good just as much as he does.

For right now, though, just lying still and touching her is more than enough. ]

[outlierdirector]

[ A shaky exhale leaves her as he relaxes as well. Her body quakes, mind unable to really process anything but Alan Wake in that moment. She has definitely tipped over the metaphoric cliff, now just laying with him in the waters of ecstacy. A content and happy moan leaves her as her head tilts to press a kiss to his neck.

Jesse closes her eyes and lays her head against his neck. She doesn't move to pull them apart just yet. It would be too fast and they've spent too much time apart. Time where they couldn't be together, or time where they didn't realize they were together. Now is just the time to be together as them. The amplifiers of their certain abilities touched by other worldly forces.

She hasn't realized how bright the room is now. Only that it's more comfortable than anywhere else she's been in a long, long time.

It feels like she should say something. What can she even begin to say? The hand raises from his chest and moves to his hair. Fingers slide down his longer hair, moving it from his face and just trying to touch him in some manner. ]

I missed you. Alan Wake. [ « Not the writer who is famous and missing. Him being who he is underneath all those expectations. Just, Alan Wake. » ] This. And you...

[crazyisinevitable]

[ He just wants nothing more than to relax with her like this. Of course, he likes it when they touch each other and feel each other and love each other, but he also just likes lying with her and holding her. Maybe it's because there's a part of him that's just tired of constantly going and wants a moment to rest alongside someone else, or maybe it's because he's missed Jesse so much that he's content to be with her in any way at all.

When she lays her head against his neck, he places his hand against her hair and lightly twines his fingers through it. Touching her calms him and puts him at ease, and it reassures him to know that she's there with him and at least for now, they're together. He hasn't fully realized how bright the room is now, but it's making him feel... Stronger? More awake? He's not even really sure what he's feeling.

When she moves her hand from his chest to his hair, he lets out an audible sigh of contentment and ease. ]

I always miss you. [ He knows he can say that with certainty because it's fact. ] Even if the story tries to keep me from remembering it, I... I always feel like there's something missing. Someone missing. [ I'm not whole without her. ]

I- [ His gaze lowers as emotion pulls at him, not wanting to let him resist its force. ] I wish we could stay together like this. Always.

[ And maybe one day they will, and it's that "one day" that Alan's trying to hold onto. ]