[ Her expression falls bit by bit as he continues. Not that she is giving up. Hell, no. She isn't. It's just hearing him be so resigned is a horror in its own way. All she can feel is that tug on reality to get her to act or do something a certain way. He's falling into that way reality is being told to bend--the story. Can she really fight the story off for both of them?
All she can is try.
Her hands curl further into his shirt. They bunch the fabric beneath them. Holding onto him and keeping him above the waves of the story. ]
Yes. I will. Because you're Alan. My Alan. And no nightmare dimension is going to change that. Or take it away from me. I'm done with these god damn things taking everything away. It doesn't get to have you.
[ « Fuck the story and the altered reality it's trying to make. It doesn't get to keep him forever. He's not from the Dark Place. He's from HERE. He doesn't belong there. »
She shakes her lowered head. ]
None of us are safe period. If that's the case, then I'm taking what I want. The Dark Presence, Scratch, I don't care who or what it is. It doesn't get to decide MY life. I'll fight it.
[ « And we'll win. Just like with the Hiss. Hartman. »
Her forehead rests against his chest for a moment. That's all she'll allow for the walls to come down. They're not safe here with the sun going down. There isn't time to be unguarded except for this one moment. The one brief blip in time where he can see how scared she is of losing him. Again.
A shaking exhale leaves her. Hands with the bunched up flannel shirt give him a tug to come closer. Just so this once she can lean against him for support. Her shoulders are shaking with the tears she isn't letting out, but Alan can read her like a book.
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All she can is try.
Her hands curl further into his shirt. They bunch the fabric beneath them. Holding onto him and keeping him above the waves of the story. ]
Yes. I will. Because you're Alan. My Alan. And no nightmare dimension is going to change that. Or take it away from me. I'm done with these god damn things taking everything away. It doesn't get to have you.
[ « Fuck the story and the altered reality it's trying to make. It doesn't get to keep him forever. He's not from the Dark Place. He's from HERE. He doesn't belong there. »
She shakes her lowered head. ]
None of us are safe period. If that's the case, then I'm taking what I want. The Dark Presence, Scratch, I don't care who or what it is. It doesn't get to decide MY life. I'll fight it.
[ « And we'll win. Just like with the Hiss. Hartman. »
Her forehead rests against his chest for a moment. That's all she'll allow for the walls to come down. They're not safe here with the sun going down. There isn't time to be unguarded except for this one moment. The one brief blip in time where he can see how scared she is of losing him. Again.
A shaking exhale leaves her. Hands with the bunched up flannel shirt give him a tug to come closer. Just so this once she can lean against him for support. Her shoulders are shaking with the tears she isn't letting out, but Alan can read her like a book.
Ironic, given he's a writer. ]
I want it more than in the loops.