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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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[ Scratch can't use words because he isn't a creator, right? That's why he has to rely on smooth talking and charm that is some idea of what Alan must be like. He can't think of words to win her over because everything is about him. Self-centered, an all consuming ego, and thinking he's earned and deserving of the whole world. They're traits that would have driven her away if they truly belonged to Alan Wake. Jesse knows that Alan may have put up a front like it for the media, but he's far from any of those things. He's a man who always wanted to writes and had his own personal demons. Demons that now an extra-dimensional entity is making its play toys to break him.
Honestly? The whole thing is just disgusting.
He tugs her from the light. She would fight it if not for the fact she has to keep Scratch busy as long as she can. His mouth--Alan's mouth--is on hers in an instant. Jesse's eyes widen and she feels so many different things all at once that it's almost overwhelming. The sensation that it's wrong is what reacts first, but then followed by Polaris's immediate surge of power. Trying to push the hostile entity away. Block him out. Become louder than the dark.
Then, something else.
She knows it's not there. But, her mind feels as if water has pooled at her ankles. It takes only half a second more for her mind to realize what that sensation must mean. The feeling of the Dark Presence--Scratch--trying to overwhelm her and literally drown out Polaris. If she had been an ordinary person, then it would have swept her away in a moment. Unfortunately for Scratch, his and Alan's eyes have laid on a very powerful parautalitarian.
It takes a tremendous amount of energy, which she has barely recovered, to shove the waves out of her mind. Find what she can in her with Polaris to block the waves from entering. She can still feel as if the bottoms of her feet are wet and knows she needs to get into the light quickly before he tries to overwhelm her again.
Jesse moves quickly.
The hand he doesn't hold bunches into the white shirt beneath the blood stained flannel. She takes those steps back into the light, dragging Scratch with her. Feet firmly plant in the light from the desk in the entry hall outlines her shape. She can feel Polaris already resonating.
« Just, stick with me, okay? »
She pulls away from his kiss just enough to raise her eyes to his. Green eyes that glow with an otherwordly light compared to the gray eyes that move with a dark current. Two opposite frequencies. It's almost ironic, given what happened to Dylan with the Hiss. ]
No. [ Her lips almost brush against his as she speaks. ] You don't get to drown me out to make me better. That's not how any of this works.
[ She pulls her hand from Scratch's. Then, both raise to either side of his face to keep him where he's at. God, she hopes she sells this as much as she's trying to. ] I'll show you how this is going to work. Or, it's not going to work at all.
[ Then, she pulls him into another kiss. That sense of wrongness fills her again. Jesse can tell it's not Alan simply by how it feels. There's no rhythm that seems to synchronize with hers. There's no adoration in the motion, but instead a sense of power. Some sort of twisted form of love instead of the actual emotion she knows the Writer has. Still, she keeps the motions up.
If Polaris could blow out her ear drums, she's certain that her friend would. The guide still presses back against any darkness that might try to leak in. However, it seems she's letting her host play along for now.
The hand Alan holds onto seems to clamp around his wrist. Fingers press into his pulse as that ripple of urgency comes through the resonance. Urgency, danger, emergency. Battle. Fear even, communicated through that frequency that is trying to attune to the Writer and keep him afloat.
The voice that is something borrowed from Jesse's of lighter tones sounds far more like the host of the resonance. Panicked. Scared. ]
｟ Alan! ｠
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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. ]
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[ « Not that you two compliment each other in ANY way. I just need to see how far we can take this. How far Scratch will indulge in this before he catches onto everything. One shot. That's all we have with this. Justz keep trusting me. Okay? »
Polaris shifts but it's clear her best friend doesn't agree with the choice of action.
Jesse leans forward, placing her weight against him. Her mouth still close enough so her lips brush over his as she speaks. ]
I don't care about your power. Show me how much you love me. How much more you apparently do than Alan does.
[ « Fat chance with that one. »
Polaris' shimmer is once again around the hand gripping tightly. A waver of power waning as the Dark Presence continues to try and push against Polaris--push against Alan. Drown them both. ]
｟ Letting go is giving up. Drowning. The Writer will drown. Grow brighter. ｠
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You wanted to meet someone like you, someone who sees the world the way you do. You see how the world really is, when other people can't or won't. What's that thing you always say? The poster on the wall? I can see what's behind the poster. I know what you've seen, what you've been through, and what you can do, and I celebrate all of it.
Yeah, you're right, you don't need power. You have enough power already, but what you're looking for is just... acceptance. I can give you that.
I'll admit, I haven't thought about that, but I'm willing to do it now. I'm willing to do it with you.
[ At least judging from the look on Scratch's face, he thinks he means every word he's saying. There isn't even a fraction of doubt anywhere on his face, and his tone seems resolute enough. ]
All right, I'll show you.
[ He leans in closer, and one hand moves to rest behind her head, while the other reaches for her hand. He leans in even more, and his lips brush against hers. First, it's just a brush, light and barely there, but then, slowly, he begins to deepen the kiss. There's a hunger in his movements, maybe a hunger that's reminiscent of how Alan kisses her.
Alan, meanwhile, is even more desperate than before. He's sinking, drowning, slipping further away, and he's not sure how much longer he can hold on.
It's so dark. I can't- I can't see. I can barely hear you.
...Is this it?
Alan's fingers curl slightly as if trying to desperately hold on, but he's beginning to feel like this might be it for him. He'll lose his grip for good, and he'll drown in the darkness just like the Dark Presence has always wanted.
I don't want this to be the end... ]
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Jesse doesn't remark that Scratch is what's behind the poster. Not every poster, but, the poster at Bright Falls. He's one in the same with the Dark Presence isn't he? That means he's the scary monster people pretend not to see but really know exists out in the Lake. An eyebrow lofts instead. ]
You really think you know what I've been through?
[ « Alan doesn't even know all of it. » ]
Let's see if you're just hot air.
[ Her heart skips a beat as he deepens the kiss. Of course, it's still not the same as when Alan kisses her. It mimics his kisses if anything. Even while she knows that and it's apparent? She still feels her heart skip that beat. Fingers thread in her red hair. She kisses him back, demanding that he show he's not just the spooky monster from the other side of the Lake.
Not that he's more than that.
The hand around Alan's tightens further. Enough to press the nails into his skin to wake him up. A shock, a shout. Polaris tries to project into his mind--his sense of self. If Alan gives up now, then Scratch will take all of him. He'll become Alan Wake. He'll take his life, his career, his works... and the woman he loves. ]
｟ GROW BRIGHTER. ｠
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All right, no, I don't know what you've been through. Sure, I know some of it, but I don't know the whole story, and I don't have to know it, unless you want to tell me. You can tell me, you know.
[ Scratch might be just the spooky monster on the other side of the poster, but when he's kissing Jesse, even he has to admit that the feeling of it and all the sensations leave him almost weak at the knees. And that's not something he'd ever say out loud, but it's the effect kissing her is having on him.
Alan, meanwhile, is still desperately fighting to stay afloat. At this point, it might as well be him trying to stay alive while the darkness tries to strangle him. All of his senses seem muted and blocked, and he can barely feel the hand that's holding onto his, or the nails digging into his skin. It's there, but it's barely registering as a sensation. Everything seems dark, covered by darker waves, and Alan can't even see his own hand in front of his face.
That is, until he hears Polaris's voice in his mind, and suddenly, everything around him is blasted with bright light.
Scratch, sensing that not everything is how it was a minute ago, suddenly pins Jesse with a stare. ]
Now, now, you're not doing any funny business, are you?