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[isolaradiale]

what's up mods? poe dameron ( star wars ) is ready to come off hiatus! it's officially october 30!

Welcome back!

-- mod altair.

[neurvelist-archived]

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The way this started was not the greatest, Matei being reluctant about joining in nearly left Poe having to go alone. However, that was simply unacceptable and it’s not like work would have drawn Matei away so he gave in (pretty quickly, even) and accompanied the pilot. Who knew, maybe they were going to have some fun. Like on a date... was this a date?

❝ There you are-- I’ve got one for you, ❞ the agent was already behind Poe, arms loosely wrapped around the man, chin rested on the other’s head as he held the flyer with the choices of programs up for the pilot to read. Being so touchy in public was not Mat’s thing usually but... there was something charming about all the decoration in cotes, the lanterns hanging from the cherry blossom trees that might have touched the sensitive artist in him. He might have been a distant and careful man but he wasn’t ignorant of the brief perfection of certain moments. ❝ Do you want a plushie? ❞

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          Now this was a sight to see. It’s hard not to notice a little round robot down the street, which he assumed was following the guy in front of him. Curious and curiouser...

          Leaning against a wall, Black “subtly” lowers to a squat, hoping that upon the duo passing by, he can get a better look at the droid...

[multiversatile]

⁎⋆.✳ @wingsistance !

        POLISHED LIKE STARLIGHT !     Immaculate marble seemed to cover every surface of the establishment. All except for the luminous glass pane that gave way to the depths of the sea. Like a time capsule from a moment somewhere between past and present. Poised by the grand piano a pale hand rested delicately upon the ebony surface. Resounding steps in the presently empty ballroom causes a slight incline of her sharp chin. Ocean eyes did glint with mild amusement followed by a wispy smile dancing along the edge of rouged lips. 

         ❛ You must be, Mr Dameron. Here to host and tend the bar,  I see. ❜  Formal introductions were customary yet certainly not her speed. The hostess made no movement away from her post by the piano’s side. ❛ I’ll have you know I’m a hard act to follow      But you didn’t seem like someone who had difficulties... keeping up,  at least, not on paper that is. ❜  

[neurvelist-archived]

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Everyone was tired -- losing hope was even worse when you were supposed to be that certain hope for others. It wasn’t a life Cernat ever wanted for himself, having to fight, needless to say, for others. Being in the resistance, no, you couldn’t simply fight for your own freedom, you had to rely on others, work with others -- being selfish didn’t work well with a team, the lack of trust would have destroyed them from the inside. His changing was unavoidable but there were small things coming from his nature which he hasn’t shaken off -- doubt, second-guessing, questioning his superiors, time after time he raised his voice about them, he said what probably many thought but didn’t dare to say. If it weren’t for people like the general or Poe Dameron, this resistance would have fallen apart already because of people like Cernat -- they helped nothing, they only caused confusion and controversy, it wasn’t good for the moral. Sometimes, it was out of spite, anger, obstinacy, or denial, however this time it was just the two of them and Matei was not looking for trouble. For the first time in his life, he was looking for something else: reinforcement, strength. Something to hold on.

In a way he wanted Poe to prove him wrong, to be told all Matei thought right now wasn’t true, he needed to hear it and he needed his commander to mean it.

A squeeze of his shoulder preceded the pilot’s words, the shaded glance was brought up and met with Poe’s eyes. He let the words in, let them fill the lethargic emptiness inside, let them refresh his soul.

❝ You might not be the reason I joined the resistance but you are the reason why I’m still here, ❞ a brief laughter followed his words, amused but somehow still bitter in a way; it as the exhaustion. And yet, there was a small attempt to humour, the hint of a smile on Matei’s lips gave his intentions away. ❝ I have to be careful around you, commander. If you carry on like this one day I might end up being aspired to be someone like you... and then who’d be the gloomy guy of the Black Squadron? I have a reputation to maintain. ❞ 

[neurvelist-archived]

Poe: I need all of you to be straight with me.

Matei: [looking at the others] That’s going to be extremely hard for everyone here.

[isolaradiale]

Hey, so.. today is the 30th and I’m gonna need to request a hiatus for Poe ( Star Wars ) since I’m sick as a dog and rl is just eating my time lately. Thanks in advance!

Noted!

-- mod spica

[neurvelist-archived]

[ text ]: I want Lucky Charms.

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[ text: hot pilot | 4:28 ] ... It’s 430 in the morning, I’m at work, why are you texting *me*?