[ If she is changing the story then she and Polaris will need to be the ones to bear the price. That's fine by her. She's the one who wants them in reality to the point she's gone through these hoops and lengths. She won't pay a price of death, of course, as that would moot the entire thing. But, any injury is fine with her. As long as it brings Alan home.
The dark look in his eyes doesn't escape her notice. Her hands curl more against his elbows at the sign of it. She doesn't know what that means exactly. The look doesn't belong to Alan and that means it has to leave.
She just wants him here with her. Why is that so damn much to ask for?
The answer is obvious and it makes her hate it all more. Alan has been trapped in a nightmare dimension for thirteen years. The Dark Presence, Scratch, whatever it is has claws deep in him from the constant battles. That's why it's so hard.
« It can't have him. He belongs here. » ]
I'm an outlier for a reason. [ The comment is said gently, but with a bit of pride and even humor to it. ] We don't operate in the way things tell us to. You know that.
[ Green eyes watch his expression as the kiss ends. He's stated his intent and want to return home--to their reality before. Leaving the Dark Place. This time, however, she feels there is a secondary meaning. Her heart pounds. Once again she wonders how he can manage to strike the right cords in her in so few words. He'd say he isn't good with words anymore, but he must be good enough to know how to get her to react.
Her hands leave his elbows to cradle his head between them. A small notion is made to bring him closer and to move closer to him. They're already close enough to kiss and touch their foreheads. It's not close enough to bring him home.
« Haven't we done this before? You and me. It's what we did in the Writer's Room, isn't it...? Did he take that idea and find a way to move it into the story if I showed him that manuscript page? Or, do things naturally fall like this because of the story? Maybe it's pointless to ask. We just go with it. » ]
Then, come home. [ Her eyes slide shut as her mouth brushes against his with each word. ] All you need to do is make that last step. Cross that threshold and you'll be here with me.
[ Jesse want's to pull him closer into a kiss. Her instincts tell her this has to be something Alan does. He has to make that last full motion. A choice just like it was in the Writer's Room. An echo, a repeat, maybe a reused set of events. It worked there, why not here in the altered world event? ]
We're more than just parts to play in the horror story. You're not a character in Scratch's story. You're a best selling novelist--Alan Wake. A real person who belongs in this world. With me.
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The dark look in his eyes doesn't escape her notice. Her hands curl more against his elbows at the sign of it. She doesn't know what that means exactly. The look doesn't belong to Alan and that means it has to leave.
She just wants him here with her. Why is that so damn much to ask for?
The answer is obvious and it makes her hate it all more. Alan has been trapped in a nightmare dimension for thirteen years. The Dark Presence, Scratch, whatever it is has claws deep in him from the constant battles. That's why it's so hard.
« It can't have him. He belongs here. » ]
I'm an outlier for a reason. [ The comment is said gently, but with a bit of pride and even humor to it. ] We don't operate in the way things tell us to. You know that.
[ Green eyes watch his expression as the kiss ends. He's stated his intent and want to return home--to their reality before. Leaving the Dark Place. This time, however, she feels there is a secondary meaning. Her heart pounds. Once again she wonders how he can manage to strike the right cords in her in so few words. He'd say he isn't good with words anymore, but he must be good enough to know how to get her to react.
Her hands leave his elbows to cradle his head between them. A small notion is made to bring him closer and to move closer to him. They're already close enough to kiss and touch their foreheads. It's not close enough to bring him home.
« Haven't we done this before? You and me. It's what we did in the Writer's Room, isn't it...? Did he take that idea and find a way to move it into the story if I showed him that manuscript page? Or, do things naturally fall like this because of the story? Maybe it's pointless to ask. We just go with it. » ]
Then, come home. [ Her eyes slide shut as her mouth brushes against his with each word. ] All you need to do is make that last step. Cross that threshold and you'll be here with me.
[ Jesse want's to pull him closer into a kiss. Her instincts tell her this has to be something Alan does. He has to make that last full motion. A choice just like it was in the Writer's Room. An echo, a repeat, maybe a reused set of events. It worked there, why not here in the altered world event? ]
We're more than just parts to play in the horror story. You're not a character in Scratch's story. You're a best selling novelist--Alan Wake. A real person who belongs in this world. With me.