[ As the water slowly begins to fill in and the waves entice him, a gentle touch trickles down the back of his neck. Or, at least, something that seems like a touch. Something that seems like--and yet isn't entirely--the familiar touch of who Alan Wake knows. A nudge at his mind, a tug, a hand reaching out to him as he stands off the shore in the waters.
Someone who has been trying for a long time to reach him. Now, she can. There is no distractions from the joined stories of "Initiation" and "Return" to pull his mind from. Here, at the worst part of the spiral, she can finally reach to him. One last time to guide him along. One last attempt to give the Writer what he needs before the story starts one last time to come to an ending once and for all. ]
｟ Alan Wake. ｠
[ The voice is more of a harmonious tone that echoes in his mind. Resonates in him, touching that spark threatening to go out. Using it to make herself stronger. The voice is borrowed to a degree--knowing the writer will hear that voice no matter how dark the waves. ]
｟ Alan. ｠
[ The touch rests on the back of his shoulders. No pressure, no pushing, just the call of the resonance. Faint. Far away. Alan called to them once in a similar manner. Except there is no desperation or sense of drowning.
Just the feeling of loneliness and longing.
The resonating feeling tries to guide his attention to the door that has closed behind him. A glimmer of light using the lamp on the desk to reflect. A geometric pattern. ]
｟ Come home. ｠
[ Polaris reaches to Alan because she reacts to her host. Just as she reaches to anyone her host needs. Polaris knows the things that keep her host strong--and in return she is stronger. Perhaps there is also a relation of wanting to aid her host. The two are symbiotic now.
Friends. Partners.
Her host needs the writer to listen and to hear her. This final time around the spiral has to be precise. It has to go the right way by design. Step by step. This will ensure it for both parties.
On the other side of the door, Jesse rests her hands against the wood. She feels Polaris vibrate through the door. Her friend works on her own designs and Jesse can do little to stop it. ]
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Someone who has been trying for a long time to reach him. Now, she can. There is no distractions from the joined stories of "Initiation" and "Return" to pull his mind from. Here, at the worst part of the spiral, she can finally reach to him. One last time to guide him along. One last attempt to give the Writer what he needs before the story starts one last time to come to an ending once and for all. ]
｟ Alan Wake. ｠
[ The voice is more of a harmonious tone that echoes in his mind. Resonates in him, touching that spark threatening to go out. Using it to make herself stronger. The voice is borrowed to a degree--knowing the writer will hear that voice no matter how dark the waves. ]
｟ Alan. ｠
[ The touch rests on the back of his shoulders. No pressure, no pushing, just the call of the resonance. Faint. Far away. Alan called to them once in a similar manner. Except there is no desperation or sense of drowning.
Just the feeling of loneliness and longing.
The resonating feeling tries to guide his attention to the door that has closed behind him. A glimmer of light using the lamp on the desk to reflect. A geometric pattern. ]
｟ Come home. ｠
[ Polaris reaches to Alan because she reacts to her host. Just as she reaches to anyone her host needs. Polaris knows the things that keep her host strong--and in return she is stronger. Perhaps there is also a relation of wanting to aid her host. The two are symbiotic now.
Friends. Partners.
Her host needs the writer to listen and to hear her. This final time around the spiral has to be precise. It has to go the right way by design. Step by step. This will ensure it for both parties.
On the other side of the door, Jesse rests her hands against the wood. She feels Polaris vibrate through the door. Her friend works on her own designs and Jesse can do little to stop it. ]