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α gσσ∂ sραcε вσү ғяσм α gσσ∂ sραcε ғαмιℓү ([personal profile] volitaunt) wrote in [community profile] pineslog 2017-05-03 06:45 am (UTC)

BB-8 makes a startled, worried noise as Poe drops the helmet on the couch and stands up along with her. "Not just you."

He doesn't want her to feel alone in this. That isn't what he wanted at all.

Because he does remember. He remembers kissing her on Main Street with ice cream in each hand. Earning dirty looks from an old woman passing by, saluting the gawker and then kissing Caroline again until one of the scoops toppled off of its cone while they both tried not to laugh. He remembers nights spent together, not even sex, just laying curled against each other and talking until one of them fell asleep. He remembers her wearing his clothes, and thinking he'd never seen anything so sexy in his life. He remembers listening to her breathing in the wee hours of the morning and understanding what peace felt like.

There's no way he can put all of that into words. He's not a poet--and there's another memory, her making fun of him for just that reason with a name like Poe.

"It's both of us. What they did, what we feel." It's too real. This is all entirely too real, and he has to wonder how Cassian has stayed sane. "I was trying to remind us both."

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