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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 〝 𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑨͟𝑮͟𝑶͟𝑵͟𝒀 ⁎ ݁ ៸៸⠀ ᅟ‍ㅤㅤ ⋯ ⠀ཾ༵ 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝐇̵𝐎̵𝐏̵𝐄̵ ͟ᅟ‍. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ〝 𝒂 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝗂𝗇 ،̲،̲ ݁⠀ׅ ᅟ‍ㅤㅤ ⋯ ⠀ཾ༵ 𝐶̵𝑂̵𝐿̵𝐷̵ 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 ⁎ ݁ ུ ✮
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 〝 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚-𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒅 𓏲𑁍 ៸៸ ᅟ‍ㅤㅤ ⋯ ⠀ཾ༵ 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 , 𝓦͟𝑰͟𝑻͟𝑪͟𝑯 ͟ᅟ‍. ♡ ㅤㅤ
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there was nothing more inconvenient than life. it was all consuming and demanding. it took over everything whilst asking for more. it was an inconvenient beast of a feeling. people lived and died for it. poe thought he was lucky to know what it felt like to be ( & )
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( & ) growing old until finn came into his life. he licked his lips, the question half formed on his lips but not entirely ready to be spoken. poe wanted finn to become his own person before attaching himself to another. he needed to be more than what the resistance ( & )
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( & ) made him. “there is somethin’ i’m supposed to ask. . .” he looked up into finn’s gaze, almost losing himself in the darkness of his eyes and the light of his very being. ⠀⠀ “𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 — trust me. one day i’ll ask. in a real public and embarrassing way.”
⠀⠀ —— @fortisfugitor.
i'll give you my heart to make a place for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger. is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?
his heart was confined so delicately by the intricate ribbons of love that felt as natural as his veins. they had become part of him. they wrapped around finn’s fingers and he became the master of poe’s heart. he could lead it upon a merry dance, tear it apart with a ( & )
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( & ) his heart, no attempt to win it over with the intricate movements of his hands — only a joy that filled his veins with moonlight. poe leaned forward, catching finn’s lips in a kiss once more. he was all smile curved and hope. ⠀⠀ “listen, my last name is ( & )
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( & ) yours whenever you want it. I mean it.”
love was the first thing poe dameron felt in life. he felt it as he played around the force tree, in the watchful gaze of his mother and the openness of his father. he knew love was to be strived for, but after his mother had passed he began to fear it. poe did not ( & )
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( & ) believe that love had taken root, that his heart belonged to another. poe laughed, “yeah — buddy. though, I prefer finn. . .finn. . . 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙣. you’re so perfect.” he took his hand and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles he had once bruised ( & )
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( & ) fighting. ⠀⠀ “have you ever thought about a last name?”
‘ 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ’ finn said. three simple words and three syllables that defined a feeling beyond explanation. poe had not believed in love at first sight, he’d met too many people and done too much to think it could really be true. he thought it was a romantic ( & )
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( & ) notion for people who had yet to experience the depth of any emotion. it was only that he had not met finn. he had not known the joy of his brightness or how it felt to have finn’s hand in his own. his smile grew into something less wild, nurtured with the pink ( & )
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( & ) tint of his cheeks into a flustered softness. ⠀⠀ “I love you too, buddy.”
poe had always had an easy time with affection. he could wrap his arm around an acquaintance just as nonchalantly as a friend — but he reserved his most unrestrained fondness for finn. his smile burned into his face and his cheeks ached with the pressure of it. ( & )
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( & ) however, he couldn’t stop. he wanted more and more. he 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 more. it was humbling how quickly he fell for the chase of finn’s lips and the brightness in his eyes. poe grinned, warmed by the admittance that he was the man finn had fallen for. ( & )
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( & ) “say that again.” he pressed their foreheads together, the rock forgotten and his mind consumed with the thought of finn. ⠀⠀ “I don’t think I heard you properly.”