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Poe never really expected to meet his soulmate at all. Not that he didn't want to. It was just pilots with the Resistance weren't known to stay alive long and so far Poe had considered himself lucky enough to still be amongst the living. Adding finding his soulmate into the mix and it just seemed too lucky. Like he was testing fate. So he never expected it really.Never expected to get vacation time while a war was being fought. Never expected to reach for the same brass trinket from the market stall as someone else. Never expected for his hand to brush theirs and for his skin to suddenly change to a bright red at the point of contact. “Shit.” He says when he can finally make his mouth form words. His soulmate is silent next to him, hand still pressed up against Poe's and it feels like there's an electrical current running through him. Like he's drunk too much caf and his body is giddy from the caffeine. He's in shock, he thinks to himself and it makes him want to laugh. That this, of all things that he's experienced in his life, is the thing that finally makes him pause. Poe takes a deep breath in, focusing on the feel of his soulmates skin against his- rakes his eyes over the crimson red splash against his partners naturally dark skin and feels a calm settle over him. Man up, Dameron, he chides himself and then drops his hand so he can turn to face his soulmate. The first thing he notices about the other man is his eyes- which are wide in shock; doe eyed pops into Poe's head and he can't shake the thought. He has strong features, a nice jawline. If he hadn't been Poe's soulmate he probably would've flirted with him any way. “You were blessed with great genetics.” Poe blurts out and then wants to shoot himself with his own blaster. The man stares at him for a second longer and then smiles at him. Dropping his hand he turns fully to look Poe up and down with appraising eyes. “You're not bad.” The man replies, obviously trying to hold in a laugh. Poe suddenly wants to kiss him. “Not bad? I am very good to look at. Consider yourself lucky, pal.” “Finn.” The man, no Finn, extends his hand towards him and Poe doesn't even hesitate to take it. “Poe.” He replies, watching as they shake hands; leaving smudges of blue over each other's palm- mingling with the red on Poe's. Poe is fascinated by it. Has always been since his mother explained soulmarks to him when he was nine. He never thought he could have this. Never once considered it. Never thought he was lucky enough. Thought he was going to die in a fight before he got this- leaving his soulmate to wonder what happened to him.  Finn doesn’t let go of his hand, links his fingers through Poe's instead. The gesture alone makes Poe’s heart beat fast in his chest. It’s moving too fast and yet- it feels natural. Like they’ve held hands a thousand times before. Maybe they have, in another lifetime. “Get some caf with me?” Green tendrils start curling around his wrist, Poe smiles and silently thanks fate (and he guesses he’ll probably owe General Organa a thank you card too: for forcing him to take some time off on this backwater planet). “Yeah, I guess I have the time.” 

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