oceanview || ❝ two worlds colliding, there ain't no bargaining. ❞

[outlierdirector]

OCEANVIEW PATHS

but we can leave our gilded cages.

Two worlds colliding
There ain't no bargaining
No giving in without a fight CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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[crazyisinevitable]

[ That's the thing; he knows he shouldn't have asked. He knows that they've already established that this is what they want: them being together. Having a life. Having what they talked about in the loops but couldn't have until now. But sometimes it's hard for Alan to stop thinking about all the trouble he caused. ]

Okay. [ He has to force himself to just kind of take a breath and accept that she means what she says she does. He has zero reason to doubt her, and he doesn't mean to keep asking her, but he can't stop himself from worrying. He knows he won't ask again, not after this. ]

I think I'd like to see Barry again someday, but right now, don't we have to work on restoring us? [ Because they're not where they want to be. He's pretty sure of that, especially given how she reacted. ]

[outlierdirector]

[ There are times she wonders if they ever actually left Bright Falls, Cauldron Lake, any of it. He just seems to fall into loops. The same things said, the same thoughts, the same actions. Routines are one thing. That's to be expected. This is different. This feels as if Alan just keeps repeating the same thing over and over again. It might be something they can never break him out of. Permanent damage from the Dark Place.

A low sigh and she looks up towards the sky. How to even begin dealing with that if it's the case? ]

I guess it depends on how much of your old life you want to come back. [ She glances to him and tries to give him a small smile. She knows he can't just step into his old shoes--he's a changed person. But, that doesn't mean he should get rid of everything from his old life. At least he had one to look back on with people that cared. ] So, white and blue lights, huh?

[crazyisinevitable]

[ He stops for a long moment after she speaks, eyes briefly unfocused, like he's listening to something far away but trying not to listen to it at the same time. Still, he hears her words but they sound far away too, as if suddenly the silence in his mind is muffling everything out. He blinks his eyes a few times as if trying to get them to focus on things again. ]

White and blue lights.

[ He knows it sounds strange when he repeats the words again, slower and quieter, almost like he’s tasting the words. Not eating the words, just saying them and just letting them sink in, as much as words about Christmas lights can sink in, anyway.

For a second, he remembers something else, a series of images: streetlamps outside the Oh Deer Diner. Police car lights blending in with the fog. Flashlights sweeping across the trees. The glow of a manuscript page caught in a car’s headlights. He doesn't like those lights, not anymore. ]

Yeah, that's okay, right? We can do red and green if you like those better. Red does make me think about you. [ She knows that, he's told her that more than once, but it's just something he's always going to associate with her. ]