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synthneon2023-12-08 03:31 pm
outlierdirector) wrote in synthneon2023-12-08 03:31 pm
oceanview || ❝ made a promise i'm coming out alive. ❞
Through the waves, I break
The nightmares finally over
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A hand stretches into the waters for him to hold. One he should know very well by now. One he should have memorized the shape and feel of with all the calloused and scars from battles on it. ]
｟ Alan Wake. ｠
[ Jesse, meanwhile, keeps her eyes even on Scratch. They follow his motion of tapping the side of his--Alan's--head.
« So, he does know everything. He just wants the pleasure of me saying it. Probably to taunt Alan with. » ]
Of course you accept it. You're an entity from another dimension. [ Jesse responds flatly and as if it should be the most obvious statement. ] You are a thing that the world doesn't accept as real. Something crawled out from behind the poster.
[ Her skin sprawls at even being called delicious. At least, in this context and it being said by Scratch. ]
I threw a piece of wood and glass into you. You didn't seem to love it then. [ Not to mention he killed her afterwards. Those details are hazy for her, but she remembers the key facts of that loop. It was the reason why Alan took them out of the story. ] And what about Polaris? You don't vibe with her as I recall. You can't have me and not have her.
Packaged deal.
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Still, he holds onto the hand that reaches for him and he does his best to curl his fingers around it and not let go. Of course he recognizes the hand and who it belongs to; it's Jesse, but it's also Polaris.
I'm not sure how long I can hold on, but thanks. Thanks for being here.
He's not entirely sure how Polaris can reach him when Scratch has pushed him down, but he's not questioning it either. ]
For now, that's what I am. [ Scratch's smile widens as he entertains thoughts of a future he's trying to turn into the present. ] I'll have Alan's life, and I'll do all of it better than he ever could. He'll be the intruder in this dimension, and I'll be the one really living. And I'll do it with you with me, because I'll give you everything you could ever want.
[ But then Scratch's smile drops and an ugly look gradually appears in his eyes. ]
Packaged deals can be.... unpacked, if you know what I mean. You don't need her anyway, not really. And with me around, between the two of us, we can do anything we want, because we'll hold all the cards.
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Jesse's eyes narrow further as Scratch continues on and on. He is so convinced he would have Alan's life, fame, and works. He believes entirely that he can win with one wave of his hand with "Return." He clearly believes he could beat anything and anyone and simply sweet talk his way anywhere.
« What an asshole. »
Packaged deals can be.... unpacked, if you know what I mean.
For the first time, Jesse feels a spike of fear shoot through her. She's been afraid before, but this is the first time Scratch has said something to scare her. Terrify her straight to her core. She doesn't show it of course. Perhaps the only sign of it is her hands that clench, and she doubts he is even paying attention to that much.
« He can't do that... can he? No. No, of course he can't. The Hiss couldn't convert me and that means he can't take you away. I won't LET him. He's trying to find a way in. Burrow under my skin to try and get me on his side. He's stupid if he thinks scaring me is going to do that.
We have to be smart about this. Okay? You and me. »
Still, the thought of losing her life long friend is terrifying.
Polaris flares up around her host, shinning as best she can in the dim light. Reacting to a hostile transmission and presence. A threat. Alan Wake was never a threat and that should be enough to show the difference between the two. ]
Did you stop to think that maybe that connection to her is part of why Alan loves me? [ Jesse feels her skin crawl even giving possibility to the idea. ] If you take her away, then I'm not me. Which means I'm not the person Alan Wake loves. You'd have no interest in me after that.
So, do you really love me or do you love the idea of having what Alan can't? All I see is you wanting a trophy wife to gloat over Alan. I'm not a trophy for you to win over.
[ A pressure pushes into Scratch's side then. A leg of a chair. It isn't pressing enough to do damage or to do more than make a point that Scratch should be careful with what he says or does. ]
How would anyone actually believe you're Alan Wake if you can't even find the right words to win me over?
[ That fear still shuffles inside her. So much so that the hand Alan holds tightens around his. Polaris brightens around the hand as she reacts to the danger her host faces. ]
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Now, he holds onto it like it's a lifeline keeping him afloat as everything around him tries to drown him out. He might lose his grip on it, but for now, he's doing his best to hold on.
For a few seconds that stretch into almost a minute, that ugly, angry look on Scratch's face remains as he stares Jesse down. He can sense Polaris flaring up in defense, and he almost wants to laugh. It's a pathetic attempt, in his eyes. If he wanted to take Jesse and sever the connection between her and Polaris, he has every confidence that he could. But the part of him that's able to step back and compartmentalize and plan out tactics and how to approach this says going for the nuclear option would be a bad idea.
He continues surveying her with a pointed stare, listening to her words and her questions that sound like accusations. A low growl escapes him as he feels the sudden pressure against him, and his eyes snap down to the chair leg that's pressing against him before snapping back to continue pinning Jesse with his stare.
If the question is whether or not he actually loves her, well- that only leaves him with one or two things that he can do. And since she doubts his ability to express himself in words, he goes for another angle. He reaches out for her, grabbing her by the hand, and with a firm tug, he tries to pull her in close enough that he can lean in to press his lips against hers in a kiss that's both possessive and a little fierce but somehow still gentle. It's a contradiction, but Scratch knows he himself is a walking contradiction and that is his selling point. At least, according to him, anyway.
There's never a dull moment while he's around.
Alan responds almost immediately, as his hand tries to tighten around Polaris's in return. He can't see or know what's going on above the waves, but something isn't right. He wishes he could do something to help Jesse and Polaris, but he's not in a position to do anything. And then to his horror, he feels his fingers slip an inch or two as the waves seem to tug on him with more force.
Damn it, I can't- don't let me drown... ]
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