ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ

twin brows lift in mock surprise. he plays at relaxed just as easily, folding into a chair that’s a little too close for comfort. long fingers drum on the table. idle hands mean a temptation to reach for something that is no longer his. “i see,” he hums, and there’s a ghost of a smile quirking up one corner of his mouth. “and it’s just coincidence, i suppose, that your code contains my name? i shouldn’t interpret that to mean anything … special?” 

@blasphcme​       ♡

       ☆              𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬, with only distant and light noises from one’s surroundings there’s a certain serenity that brings peace and calm and openness to one’s soul, and breathing in that midnight air is refreshing and soothing. thinking she be alone on her late, late walk, rey takes a moment to tilt her head upward toward the sky, letting her hands spread out at her sides and have air breeze through her delicate fingers. it’s gentle and peaceful and lately she’s more balanced than she’s ever felt. finally, she’s realizing, she’s at home.

dameron’s mind was dangerous in that it was loud. it was crowded and jumbled, a barrage of emotions that flickered by so quickly that they could induce a sudden wave of motion sickness. worse still, ren – ben? what was he now that snoke was dead and the first order was gone? – was trying and failing to block out his thoughts for fear of what he might find there if he allowed his mind to wander, but they continued to bleed through. his anger and pain and – no. the bitterness of his thoughts hurt like a slap. he had to untangle himself and quickly, or he would unravel. 

“you and i traveling among the stars?” he nodded, “we would have liked that once.”

a cruel thing to say, he knew, and he couldn’t quite meet his eyes. he sought retaliation in the form of stale memories romanticized by years of distance. they had talked about it on more than one occasion, contemplating what would be waiting for them at the end of his service and ben’s training. something like exile wouldn’t have sounded so bad, years ago, when it had meant turning his back on the responsibilities of his bloodline to be with the boy he loved. 

his hands were too idle. he worried them together, long fingers tangling and untangling until he could finally lift his gaze. “you can refuse.” dark brows furrowed together. he cocked his head to the side again as he studied him. “or maybe you can’t. do you still need to be the hero?” the scoff that snuck past his lips was colored by frustration and desperation to root around for a tender spot that might hurt to distract from his own pain. “of course. you’ll do whatever they ask of you, even if it means tying yourself to me, so long as you feel important.” 

╰  ·  ☆  · BLASPHCME

         finn is possibly a little too tuned into poe. finn shifts , hand immediately onto poe’s shoulder , just moments before poe exhales. they’ve both already grown tense at the slightest hint of danger. he steps closer , invades poe’s space , fake smile firmly in place. does he look like a concerned lover? is his foray into poe’s personal space normal for someone in love? ( they’d laughed upon reading the mission brief , a nice break from anything messy was what poe’d said : finn had just laughed harder , never minding the slight hysterical edge it took on. ) for once , finn doesn’t feel like his lie is too obvious , if only due to the fact that he spends most days like this , hooked onto poe dameron’s every word.

          finn ducks his head , miming looking at the trinkets ( they’re bright rings , shiny and new , and for a brief moment he thinks of trying to get something for rey before averting his gaze ) : there’s movement out of the corner of his eye , to his right. he can’t see any weapons , but finn’s learned by now that seeing isn’t the same as believing. finn’s smile softens as he reaches out , plays along with poe. none of the jewelry is his style , not really , but rey tends to enjoy anything he brings back home. ❝ what if i’m offended? maybe i’m the kind of husband that wants my man to make a bit of a scene. personally , i don’t think there’s anything wrong with a little possessiveness so long as we all consent to it. s’makes things fun , yeah? ❞

          it’s simple to wink at poe , make small talk , simply set the scene as finn waves over the vendor. it’s also just setting the scene when finn leans into poe’s touch , rests his own hand at poe’s waist before ducking into murmur against the nape of his neck. to anyone else , finn’s just being affectionate , perhaps cooing over some present. instead , finn offers another solution : ❝ we could split up — you stay and wait for our data , i could take a stroll and see if my new friend follows. ❞

Jayden sighs at the others reaction, expecting it. Jayden had to cut ties though, things were getting way too complicated for him mentally. “Just consider this me setting you free, i don’t fucking know,” he shrugs and avoids eye contact. 

the holidays have been truly trying and exhausting but i’ll be able to get back to the regular routines of replying to more than just one thread every few days by tuesday i think, so just have a little more patience with me and i’ll be queuing LOTS of replies very very soon! <3

OPEN! (to poes)

          “i heard beebee-ate say the silliest thing,”  he glances at the droid, who skirts safely behind a table to avoid his gaze with a little chirp. “it sounds like an activation code. naboo. endor. ben. three, four, two…”

“hi baby boy,” it didn’t matter how old he got or her, poe would always be her baby and being able to look at him now was worth all of the pain in the galaxy. so when he gathers her in his arms, shara knows there are tears falling down her cheeks, even as she moves her arms to wrap around poe and squeeze him tight. though when she heard that she couldn’t help but laugh.

“maybe so, but look at you,” she pulled back enough to look at his face, smiling wide despite the tears. how could she not be happy right now? “i’m so proud of you, poe.” 

he can’t help it then; the time is falling away and there’s nothing but poe’s mind’s eye when his mother seemed to shape the whole world. he could remember so clearly how she was a force of nature unto herself and people just...listened to her or got out of the way. it was impossible not to think of his life divided into before and after, and now all he could think was how differently things might have gone had poe had her this entire time. his arms hugged her a little tighter, and he sniffled, blinking as tears trickled down his own cheeks.