[ Her expression isn't terribly different from the one reflected in Alan's. He wants to reject the idea, to dismiss it, but he knows he can't. The ending has to be like this, or at least, on this scale. The danger has to be real. The stakes have to be high. But if it fails, then it means that Alan's more than just an asshole. He's the one who will have doomed everyone. He can't be sure what that outcome would look like, if everyone would be dead, or if the story would just go on forever with no ending in sight. Either way, they lose and the darkness wins.
How he sees it in his mind's eye is that if he can make it convincing enough, the Dark Presence will think he's given up, that the door is open for him to be taken over. That's the easy part, even if the process of being taken by Scratch or the Dark Presence or whoever won't be great. Nothing about this will, anyway. The tricky part is a little harder, and Alan's still not quite sure how that's going to look. It has to be just right, though, or this whole plan will fall apart.
Could it be as simple as letting Scratch think that he's surrendered entirely to him, handing over control? And when he's let his guard down, if he lets his guard down, that's when he gets put down for good? Maybe if it plays into the idea of the story requiring a sacrifice, a price to be paid, it'll finally succeed. There's way too many "ifs" in this, but it's the only idea Alan has. ]
Even if he would, I wouldn't risk losing you. [ Alan's tone is definite, as if he refuses to accept such a possibility. ] This has just as much of a chance of going wrong as anything.
[ And that scares him more than he wants to admit.
When he leans against her, it's more about there being nothing between them than his need for her support. And if not for the fact that now is very much not the time and place for it, he would consider removing some of their layers. But with a fight on the horizon and agents just outside the door, that's not a good idea.
He shivers in response to her fingers moving along the shirt he wears beneath the flannel. Her touch will always get a reaction from him, but there's times when said touch draws more intense reactions from him unbidden. His eyes shift to meet hers, and he knows what she's asking. Their time might be limited, but he already knows his answer.
He presses himself against her a little more, just to get closer, and he rocks against her once, to say that he wants to go farther. Probably not too far because of time and the presence of others around them, but... they can take a few steps down that road.
His hips rock against hers with a little more force this time; nothing to cause discomfort, but there's more speed behind it than the first one.
This is a strange time to be doing this, but it feels right. I'm certainly not complaining. ]
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How he sees it in his mind's eye is that if he can make it convincing enough, the Dark Presence will think he's given up, that the door is open for him to be taken over. That's the easy part, even if the process of being taken by Scratch or the Dark Presence or whoever won't be great. Nothing about this will, anyway. The tricky part is a little harder, and Alan's still not quite sure how that's going to look. It has to be just right, though, or this whole plan will fall apart.
Could it be as simple as letting Scratch think that he's surrendered entirely to him, handing over control? And when he's let his guard down, if he lets his guard down, that's when he gets put down for good? Maybe if it plays into the idea of the story requiring a sacrifice, a price to be paid, it'll finally succeed. There's way too many "ifs" in this, but it's the only idea Alan has. ]
Even if he would, I wouldn't risk losing you. [ Alan's tone is definite, as if he refuses to accept such a possibility. ] This has just as much of a chance of going wrong as anything.
[ And that scares him more than he wants to admit.
When he leans against her, it's more about there being nothing between them than his need for her support. And if not for the fact that now is very much not the time and place for it, he would consider removing some of their layers. But with a fight on the horizon and agents just outside the door, that's not a good idea.
He shivers in response to her fingers moving along the shirt he wears beneath the flannel. Her touch will always get a reaction from him, but there's times when said touch draws more intense reactions from him unbidden. His eyes shift to meet hers, and he knows what she's asking. Their time might be limited, but he already knows his answer.
He presses himself against her a little more, just to get closer, and he rocks against her once, to say that he wants to go farther. Probably not too far because of time and the presence of others around them, but... they can take a few steps down that road.
His hips rock against hers with a little more force this time; nothing to cause discomfort, but there's more speed behind it than the first one.
This is a strange time to be doing this, but it feels right. I'm certainly not complaining. ]