[ The idea of a mystic guru that was once the famous author Alan Wake is something that would be rather amusing to see. It would be so opposite of who he is. He seems pragmatic even with the awareness of otherworldly forces. Something keeps him grounded and in check despite it all.

There's a determination in him that's uniquely Alan Wake. Something she finds herself drawn to outside of that gravitational pull. She hardly lacks conviction or her own idea of what's real and what's not. Yet, something about how while he is scared out of his mind, he keeps pushing forward. ]

It'd be easier to go back to the way things were before Bright Falls... I think. I mean, for you.

[ If he ever did, she knows theu couldn't be together like this. She couldn't drag him further into this world.

Fingers twining in her hair makes her sigh against his mouth once more. She has already entirely relaxed in his hold, eyes fluttering shut. Her mouth moves against his once more as he kisses her again. The feeling is as if she's floating on air. He could sink her down to the ground or move her against the wall and she wouldn't protest. She feels she needs the extra support so she can keep feeling the way she does. It's like nothing she's ever felt before.

« I like this... being witn someone like this. » ]

It's the story. [ She remains pressed entirely against him and her lips inches from his. ] Tugging me in a direction I don't want to go.

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