[ Jesse's deductions concerning Scratch would be correct, although the dark entity would most certainly frame them in another way. He has to be resourceful, clever, and smarter than Alan, because Alan's grasp of words and writing is better than his. Not that he ever admits to Alan being better at anything. No, Scratch is superior to Alan in every way, even with that tiny little flaw that really isn't a flaw at all.
Words can be useful, but Scratch can use more than just words to get what he wants. And of course, Alan is lacking in the charm department, whereas Scratch very much isn't.
A smooth, almost smarmy smile spreads across his face just seconds before he presses his mouth to hers. It's a hungry kiss, a desiring, almost devouring one. Even when he feels the push from Polaris, he pushes back even harder. There's no room for Polaris in this equation; he just wants Jesse, wants to pull her over to his side, to have her join him in the dark.
But if having Jesse was as simple as just overwhelming her with darkness, well, the fun of the fight would be lost. He lurches backwards just an inch or two as he feels Jesse pushing him away with the help of the cursed Polaris. Still, his lips remain curled up in a smile. She's powerful and strong and he wants her more because of it.
Even when she drags him with her so that she's standing in the light again, that smile doesn't go away. ]
I just love seeing you like this. The power, the strength, it's all there in spades. But don't think about it as drowning you out: think about it as making you stronger. You can be stronger-!
[ He's cut off by her pulling him into a kiss, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Whatever he was expecting from her, it wasn't that, but he's bought what she's selling.
He leans in to deepen the kiss, and a dark kind of light gleams in his eyes as he drinks in the feel of her. If darkness begins to leak in through their contact, then that's for the best. That's what he wants, to lure her over with promises of strength and power and becoming better than the fools who let their emotions dictate everything. Emotions have their place, but power is better.
With Jesse with him, he imagines they could do anything they wanted, and no one could stop them, although they could certainly try.
While Scratch is reveling in what he sees as his triumph, Alan's fear is growing. He's struggling to hold on and keep fighting what he feels is a losing battle. The waves are too strong and the darkness too thick, and he doesn't have the strength to fight back. He feels that urgent ripple as it travels to him through Polaris, and that sense of terror only rises.
Something bad is going on above the surface but he's powerless to do anything about it.
A voice breaks through the darkness, and Alan's head snaps up in search for the source of the voice. He can't see anything, just the hand he's desperately clinging to, but he knows that voice, and he knows he doesn't like how it sounds. Terror falls over him again and he very nearly lets go of the hand he's holding onto, as the urge to just clasp his head and relinquish his fragile hold rises.
I don't want to let go, but- Polaris, what can I do?
He can't help, not like this, not when he's narrowly avoiding drowning in the waves. Damn it, what can I do? Polaris, what's happening? Is- Is Jesse...? He fears the worst, but he can't know for sure what's going on unless he asks. ]
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Words can be useful, but Scratch can use more than just words to get what he wants. And of course, Alan is lacking in the charm department, whereas Scratch very much isn't.
A smooth, almost smarmy smile spreads across his face just seconds before he presses his mouth to hers. It's a hungry kiss, a desiring, almost devouring one. Even when he feels the push from Polaris, he pushes back even harder. There's no room for Polaris in this equation; he just wants Jesse, wants to pull her over to his side, to have her join him in the dark.
But if having Jesse was as simple as just overwhelming her with darkness, well, the fun of the fight would be lost. He lurches backwards just an inch or two as he feels Jesse pushing him away with the help of the cursed Polaris. Still, his lips remain curled up in a smile. She's powerful and strong and he wants her more because of it.
Even when she drags him with her so that she's standing in the light again, that smile doesn't go away. ]
I just love seeing you like this. The power, the strength, it's all there in spades. But don't think about it as drowning you out: think about it as making you stronger. You can be stronger-!
[ He's cut off by her pulling him into a kiss, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Whatever he was expecting from her, it wasn't that, but he's bought what she's selling.
He leans in to deepen the kiss, and a dark kind of light gleams in his eyes as he drinks in the feel of her. If darkness begins to leak in through their contact, then that's for the best. That's what he wants, to lure her over with promises of strength and power and becoming better than the fools who let their emotions dictate everything. Emotions have their place, but power is better.
With Jesse with him, he imagines they could do anything they wanted, and no one could stop them, although they could certainly try.
While Scratch is reveling in what he sees as his triumph, Alan's fear is growing. He's struggling to hold on and keep fighting what he feels is a losing battle. The waves are too strong and the darkness too thick, and he doesn't have the strength to fight back. He feels that urgent ripple as it travels to him through Polaris, and that sense of terror only rises.
Something bad is going on above the surface but he's powerless to do anything about it.
A voice breaks through the darkness, and Alan's head snaps up in search for the source of the voice. He can't see anything, just the hand he's desperately clinging to, but he knows that voice, and he knows he doesn't like how it sounds. Terror falls over him again and he very nearly lets go of the hand he's holding onto, as the urge to just clasp his head and relinquish his fragile hold rises.
I don't want to let go, but- Polaris, what can I do?
He can't help, not like this, not when he's narrowly avoiding drowning in the waves. Damn it, what can I do? Polaris, what's happening? Is- Is Jesse...? He fears the worst, but he can't know for sure what's going on unless he asks. ]