[ She falls quiet for a moment after his questions. She doesn't move once he slides her arm around her. At least, not at first. Her eyes move from the floor to the side and back again. Weighing her options; trying to decide what might be the right move and what isn't the right move. What she wants to do versus what might be safe to do.
« Can he see you? Does he know you're there? Should I... should I really tell him? »
"You could tell him about yourself, about your friend... Maybe let him in and he'll let you in."
She comes to some decision and eyes drift to the side once more.
Jesse moves suddenly. She rolls over, pressing her face into his chest. Resting her cheek there. Hands unfold from around her to grip at the hoodie he wears under the tweed jacket. She hopes this isn't a mistake--that letting him won't make him leave. Somethings will sound like she's repeating herself because of the pieces that she shared once already. ]
There was a dump outside of town that Dylan and I used to play in... with all our friends. None of the parents really cared. We played there almost every day. One day, we found this old slide projector. Except, when you put in the pictures? It didn't just project an image... it was like a doorway. Doors to other places. Each slide had a different place, and our favorite one was an old empty warehouse. We'd play for hours there making it whatever wanted it to be. It--it was better than being at home.
[ Where no one noticed them.
She shifts slightly, rolling more into him. ]
One slide led us to another place with these pillars that looked like fingers. We... that's where we met Polaris. [ Jesse pauses as she feels her friend shift around her. ] My friend. I... I called her that because we were learning about stars in school. She felt like a star that reached out to help us. She said she'd make us special--whatever that meant.
[ Jesse glances up at him quickly to try and gauge his reaction. Polaris, on the other hand, seemingly reaches out to the writer. She brushes along his mind and shimmers around the young woman he's holding on to. ]
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« Can he see you? Does he know you're there? Should I... should I really tell him? »
"You could tell him about yourself, about your friend... Maybe let him in and he'll let you in."
She comes to some decision and eyes drift to the side once more.
Jesse moves suddenly. She rolls over, pressing her face into his chest. Resting her cheek there. Hands unfold from around her to grip at the hoodie he wears under the tweed jacket. She hopes this isn't a mistake--that letting him won't make him leave. Somethings will sound like she's repeating herself because of the pieces that she shared once already. ]
There was a dump outside of town that Dylan and I used to play in... with all our friends. None of the parents really cared. We played there almost every day. One day, we found this old slide projector. Except, when you put in the pictures? It didn't just project an image... it was like a doorway. Doors to other places. Each slide had a different place, and our favorite one was an old empty warehouse. We'd play for hours there making it whatever wanted it to be. It--it was better than being at home.
[ Where no one noticed them.
She shifts slightly, rolling more into him. ]
One slide led us to another place with these pillars that looked like fingers. We... that's where we met Polaris. [ Jesse pauses as she feels her friend shift around her. ] My friend. I... I called her that because we were learning about stars in school. She felt like a star that reached out to help us. She said she'd make us special--whatever that meant.
[ Jesse glances up at him quickly to try and gauge his reaction. Polaris, on the other hand, seemingly reaches out to the writer. She brushes along his mind and shimmers around the young woman he's holding on to. ]