[ Her eyebrows narrow at his questions. The insistence that she couldn't be able to see the difference. Something inside her bristles at the idea that she would be so incapable. Maybe Alan is the one that fears so much being "stolen." Something she doesn't quite understand until he clarifies it a moment later.
Why would the Dark Presence steal things from him? Doesn't it need him to write a story to let it out like before?
Jesse shifts. One leg moves over his to sit herself in his lap. The sheet is the only thing that separates their bare bodies. Green eyes latch onto his gray ones immediately. She may not have the glimmer that a version he met of her once upon a time does, but she does have her own natural power. One that demands all the focus on her when she isn't hiding. ]
You came to me originally. Remember? You needed my help. So... you need to trust my instincts. Okay?
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Why would the Dark Presence steal things from him? Doesn't it need him to write a story to let it out like before?
Jesse shifts. One leg moves over his to sit herself in his lap. The sheet is the only thing that separates their bare bodies. Green eyes latch onto his gray ones immediately. She may not have the glimmer that a version he met of her once upon a time does, but she does have her own natural power. One that demands all the focus on her when she isn't hiding. ]
You came to me originally. Remember? You needed my help. So... you need to trust my instincts. Okay?