/ * ACE(D) IT! ap.

❝ Is this already the show? You getting all tangled up again. Right, you rather do this here than elsewhere, for the sake of your dignity, ❞ oh, how was Matei supposed to keep up his edge when he couldn’t even hold back his chuckle whenever Poe was… being Poe. His fiery, daring and charmingly odd self that captivated the heart of a lonely man over and over again. No escape. Not that Matei wanted to escape, no, he was a willing and eager prisoner of love. Before Poe could protest the agent’s hands quickly and ridiculously easily unfolded the head of his pilot in need, all with an unmistakably amused smile.

❝ Here is my proposition: I beat this monstrous blanket, set you free from its captivity and in return, you give me a private show here and now and later at night when I come by your performance. You were right, I cannot possibly pass up on this, however, I fear I also wouldn’t be able to resist you when I see you on stage. I could try… although I’m only a weak being. I’m quite aware of my limits and you… you are beyond all of them. ❞

hey, hey.

don’t hit at his dignity, man. no cheap shots. just don’t! low blow there matty, low blow. thought you loved him! these charming eyes and these super soft curls. y’know maaaaaybe he should be limiting the guy from checking him out every second he gets ( yeah, don’t think he doesn’t see that either ) or cuddling him. no cuddling is good. already attempting to totally pry himself away to chase the other end of the bed playfully. once he’s snared a handful of covers, aaaaand...

yup! loving the side of the bed over here. his whole side of the bed! where a certain stuffy agent can’t reach him, pfft. who’s teasing who now?

    She knows that feeling. Home. Even if the stars were different here, they were that same comfort they were back in Eternia. She fell in love with the stars, the adventures that they illuminated when night fell upon Luxendarc, and that no matter where she was- or how far- she knew her friends were gazing upon that same starry sky. The moon too had grown in significance to Edea over time. Magnolia. Edea has to hope she is well, she has no way of knowing. 

     Her head is turned up to the sky too, wonder and amazement glimmering in her features under that familiar soft light among all that darkness. 

     “You do! That’s so wonderful. I piloted an airship back home but she never ventured to space… I don’t think she was meant to. The skies throughout Luxendarc, however, she ruled over them.” 

shoulders roll as if to chase the galaxy of pent up tension strung into muscle made constellations sewn along each bend that made his back. can’t help the sigh there, eyes narrowing like it’ll just bring the entire overhang of a skyline down to them and they could cradle the stars. grounded for too long and that’s when you really start to miss it. they say the chill of space and all the darkness is bad in whatever it brings but he’s definitely held out on that glimmer of light that always makes it through somewhere in between. and something?

yeah, something just tells him it’ll always be there no matter how deep the astral void.

Matei snorted, he was barely closer to know this man – he claimed not to be a criminal, though. Perhaps he was telling the truth, who knew? While Poe was catching his breath the agent reduced the distance between them, all caught up again; there was a careful hand put on the pilot’s back as Matei gently urged him to keep going – not that he cared much about that droid but not finding that unit could make the man lose a potential skilled ally and a… rather sweet company. The agent would be blamed, too, as he delayed the whole search expedition.

❝ Very well then Definitely Not A Criminal. As for me… ❞ Matei paused, head slightly cocked as he took a second to collect his thoughts. Letting the man know he used to be an agent working for the resistance somehow didn’t seem to be the right way to confess. ❝ I have been working for a corporation… better said, an organisation. Classified information… or… it used to be. Barely anything matters here, I suppose, ❞ a quiet sigh. Some unwanted memories were piling up in an unrepressed part of his mind. ❝ Due to a complication, however, I have been unemployed for the past few months – wouldn’t wish to bore you with the details. Is that sufficient, Mr Actually A Pilot? ❞

yeah, well. that about wraps it up huh? no more accusations here, rather find his droid before bouncing anymore concerns off of his comrade that provides more shade than the entire isle. organization, wow. classified intel, uh huh. yep, heard that before. matei cernat ( that’s the name he gave, right? ) if that even is his real name definitely got around and it’s actually kinda funny he thinks the oh so dashing pilot with soft but totally beaten looks can’t tell. so he’s a little giving around the edges and if that made him stupid, well... wouldn’t be the first time he’s been pegged for it.

wouldn’t wanna bore him - okay then. y’know, it takes a lot to bore a guy with an imagination the entire galaxy wide but matei can totally get away with that now that there’s a symphony of familiar whirs and beeps within earshot and finally. there, pushed into a cracked crevice between a dumpster and a run down wall was the familiar mesh of white and orange he’d die for. if he could light up this whole damn city on his own he definitely would, beaming so intensely at his astromech as bb charged forward and nearly bowled his ankles over just before he’s embracing his droid tightly.