[ Polaris hums through the hands of her amplifier. The fact they are bunched up hardly matters. The resonance is interwoven with Jesse to the point that simply being alive resonates through everything. The light is on in Alan's mind, and so, Polaris resonates with it; attempting to harmonize. She already beats through the whole Station thanks to the two control points.
Jesse can feel the tug on reality that the story has. She ignores it. Makes it bend where she wants. Alan has to be awake to change the ending. She'll do everything to wake him up--even if he hates her for it in the end. ]
I've called you it before. Remember? We were with you in your room. Helping you wake up. [ She pauses. ] I told you I was waiting for you to come home. Even if no one else was anymore. I am... waiting for my writer to come home from the night.
[ Her eyes close at the feeling of his arms around her. It brings back memories of other loops: the few they had managed to be together in. Just Alan and Jesse. Motel rooms they used to hide away from the world for a few hours. She melts into his arms. God, she has missed him so much. ]
You said you'd fight to keep me with you. [ Jesse shuts her eyes and inhales then. She steels herself, letting her shoulders square once more. ] You'd keep fighting to stay with me. You called me yours. You wouldn't let go.
[ While he may not remember the exchange in the Dark Place, she hopes it shows she heard him. Listened to everything he ever said. Responding to it... having the right words is something else.
Jesse finally raises her head to look at hi. She moves only enough needed--never breaking his hold on her--and placing her hands on either side of his face once more. Green eyes gaze into gray and the gravitational pull that seems so natural to him replaces the tug on reality from the story. The pull may cause her to spiral into him, but she wouldn't mind if it's truly just them. ]
I'll keep waking you up. As many times as you need it. [ She hesitates, but presses on. ] Are you really awake? I mean awake. Or, am I just how the story wants you to see me?
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Jesse can feel the tug on reality that the story has. She ignores it. Makes it bend where she wants. Alan has to be awake to change the ending. She'll do everything to wake him up--even if he hates her for it in the end. ]
I've called you it before. Remember? We were with you in your room. Helping you wake up. [ She pauses. ] I told you I was waiting for you to come home. Even if no one else was anymore. I am... waiting for my writer to come home from the night.
[ Her eyes close at the feeling of his arms around her. It brings back memories of other loops: the few they had managed to be together in. Just Alan and Jesse. Motel rooms they used to hide away from the world for a few hours. She melts into his arms. God, she has missed him so much. ]
You said you'd fight to keep me with you. [ Jesse shuts her eyes and inhales then. She steels herself, letting her shoulders square once more. ] You'd keep fighting to stay with me. You called me yours. You wouldn't let go.
[ While he may not remember the exchange in the Dark Place, she hopes it shows she heard him. Listened to everything he ever said. Responding to it... having the right words is something else.
Jesse finally raises her head to look at hi. She moves only enough needed--never breaking his hold on her--and placing her hands on either side of his face once more. Green eyes gaze into gray and the gravitational pull that seems so natural to him replaces the tug on reality from the story. The pull may cause her to spiral into him, but she wouldn't mind if it's truly just them. ]
I'll keep waking you up. As many times as you need it. [ She hesitates, but presses on. ] Are you really awake? I mean awake. Or, am I just how the story wants you to see me?
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