[ He falls silent then because it feels as though the words are deserting him again. The words he needs to say, the words he needs to write, if he was writing right now. They're slipping away from him along with the bits and pieces that make him him, and it's the worst timing in the world. He needs those words to fix this. To end this for good. For what he hopes is the last time.
That overwhelming sensation that the story doesn't want his ending written grows stronger than ever. He starts to mumble something, something meant to stay inside, but it slips out without him realizing. ]
I have to write it. I have to write in something that lures Scratch in. Traps him. Stops him for good. There's no coming back this time. It has to look like we're both trapped in it, no hope for either of us. It needs to be harsh, dire, almost hopeless, but in appearance only.
[ Alan's expression betrays his confusion. Why would that be written into the story, all but presenting that on a platter for the Dark Presence to take and run away with? Unless... Unless it doesn't work that way, and it's not intended for the Dark Presence to hear. It's for Jesse's ears only. It's still a risk, because if it's in the story, then nothing stops the Dark Presence from seeing it and knowing what he's planning, and that would defeat the entire purpose.
But it sounds vague enough that maybe the Dark Presence won't be able to figure out the specifics. It's a long shot, but maybe it'll work. ]
It's a loophole. [ Not a loop. For once. Will she understand?
Trying to think too long and hard about it makes Alan's head hurt, so for the moment, he leaves the thought where it is and leans into kissing Jesse more. The ease with which they do this feels so natural, like it's something familiar to both of them: as familiar as an old flannel shirt. It's one of the few things that Alan can still remember through all of the loops, and he's glad for it. He'd be happy remembering more, but at least he can hold onto this.
Maybe it's weird to think of it as being thankful to himself for having the story be this way, but... well, apart from Jesse, he hasn't received much thanks for anything.
If no one's giving you a pep talk, might as well give yourself one, right?
The thought makes him smirk a little bit. He feels Jesse tugging on his belt, pulling him in, asking without words for him to come closer. He doesn't hesitate or resist. He wants her. He wants to feel her. He wants her to feel him, so he presses himself against her.
Her fingers twine into his hair, and the sensation makes him melt a little bit, going weak at the knees. But he doesn't stop kissing her. Maybe the only thing that will stop them is Steve coming back around to let them know it's time to get back to work. He knows it's coming, but he hopes it doesn't come too soon. ]
no subject
That overwhelming sensation that the story doesn't want his ending written grows stronger than ever. He starts to mumble something, something meant to stay inside, but it slips out without him realizing. ]
I have to write it. I have to write in something that lures Scratch in. Traps him. Stops him for good. There's no coming back this time. It has to look like we're both trapped in it, no hope for either of us. It needs to be harsh, dire, almost hopeless, but in appearance only.
[ Alan's expression betrays his confusion. Why would that be written into the story, all but presenting that on a platter for the Dark Presence to take and run away with? Unless... Unless it doesn't work that way, and it's not intended for the Dark Presence to hear. It's for Jesse's ears only. It's still a risk, because if it's in the story, then nothing stops the Dark Presence from seeing it and knowing what he's planning, and that would defeat the entire purpose.
But it sounds vague enough that maybe the Dark Presence won't be able to figure out the specifics. It's a long shot, but maybe it'll work. ]
It's a loophole. [ Not a loop. For once. Will she understand?
Trying to think too long and hard about it makes Alan's head hurt, so for the moment, he leaves the thought where it is and leans into kissing Jesse more. The ease with which they do this feels so natural, like it's something familiar to both of them: as familiar as an old flannel shirt. It's one of the few things that Alan can still remember through all of the loops, and he's glad for it. He'd be happy remembering more, but at least he can hold onto this.
Maybe it's weird to think of it as being thankful to himself for having the story be this way, but... well, apart from Jesse, he hasn't received much thanks for anything.
If no one's giving you a pep talk, might as well give yourself one, right?
The thought makes him smirk a little bit. He feels Jesse tugging on his belt, pulling him in, asking without words for him to come closer. He doesn't hesitate or resist. He wants her. He wants to feel her. He wants her to feel him, so he presses himself against her.
Her fingers twine into his hair, and the sensation makes him melt a little bit, going weak at the knees. But he doesn't stop kissing her. Maybe the only thing that will stop them is Steve coming back around to let them know it's time to get back to work. He knows it's coming, but he hopes it doesn't come too soon. ]