Jesse hopes to see the man that left her behind in the Well-Lit Room. Gun, flashlight, tweed jacket with elbow patches, worn jeans. The man in the threshold is the same man but dressed differently. White shirt, black and white flannel, blue jeans. Flashlight and gun in hand.
Alan Wake.
Whatever tension had been in her frame melts away at seeing him. The air remains in her throat, but her eyes widen. A few stray tears manage to escape from the corners of her eyes. Tears she was never able to let out or show two years ago when he made the decision to leave them all and go into the night. Emotions that felt trapped inside even once she was released from the Sheriff's Office and held the last copy of The Sudden Stop in her hands before leaving Bright Falls.
Now, everything wants to come out in one burst.
She can't let it.
What she does let happen is the backpack slips off the bed. It hits the floor with a thick sound that echoes in the room. Her feet are moving before she even realizes it, quickly moving to the door way that he stands in. Her shaking hands raise to touch him and yet stop short of resting the fingertips on any of the fabric he wears. She looks down at the floor and slowly makes her way up, green eyes piercing and taking in every detail to make sure it's truly him.
That it's really Alan Wake.
The glow that seemed to be so prevalent in an older version of her is still missing from her. But, she is older now than when they met in Bright Falls. She looks wilder with her appearance. Yet, those walls that he had seen so firmly in her older self are present in her now. Not as strong or reinforced, but there when at one point they weren't. The difference is that she wants hers to come down. She wants to let him in as she had before...
;_; if only AN had better moments to icon /blasts just driving from aw2
The air catches in her throat.
Jesse hopes to see the man that left her behind in the Well-Lit Room. Gun, flashlight, tweed jacket with elbow patches, worn jeans. The man in the threshold is the same man but dressed differently. White shirt, black and white flannel, blue jeans. Flashlight and gun in hand.
Alan Wake.
Whatever tension had been in her frame melts away at seeing him. The air remains in her throat, but her eyes widen. A few stray tears manage to escape from the corners of her eyes. Tears she was never able to let out or show two years ago when he made the decision to leave them all and go into the night. Emotions that felt trapped inside even once she was released from the Sheriff's Office and held the last copy of The Sudden Stop in her hands before leaving Bright Falls.
Now, everything wants to come out in one burst.
She can't let it.
What she does let happen is the backpack slips off the bed. It hits the floor with a thick sound that echoes in the room. Her feet are moving before she even realizes it, quickly moving to the door way that he stands in. Her shaking hands raise to touch him and yet stop short of resting the fingertips on any of the fabric he wears. She looks down at the floor and slowly makes her way up, green eyes piercing and taking in every detail to make sure it's truly him.
That it's really Alan Wake.
The glow that seemed to be so prevalent in an older version of her is still missing from her. But, she is older now than when they met in Bright Falls. She looks wilder with her appearance. Yet, those walls that he had seen so firmly in her older self are present in her now. Not as strong or reinforced, but there when at one point they weren't. The difference is that she wants hers to come down. She wants to let him in as she had before...
But, what if it is really Alan Wake? ]
...Alan?