[Finnick becomes hypnotized by watching and listening to Eren, as he often is. But there's something in Eren's voice and his eyes that's so vulnerable. He wishes he could understand the words, but he knows if he could, Eren wouldn't be saying whatever it is he's saying. He's just... Like that.
Finnick stares at those green eyes, so deep you can't see the bottom, and the way his lips form around strange syllables. The tip of his thumb brushes Eren's lower lip. He wants to jump into that deep green water, he wants to feel it on every inch of him. He wants to drown in it.]
Dearest... Sweetheart... My love.
[Those final words sound assured, with quiet intensity, as he locks onto Eren's dilated pupils.]
[Finnick's phrases are so short, with such a bobbing, consistent rhythm - buh-buh...buh-buh...buh-buh...
[Eren takes a deep breath. He doesn't break Finnick's gaze, locked with his own. They've inched closer without realizing. Eren's knuckles worry over Finnick's cheek. He is so novel, so very Finnick, as if there's only one, because there is, to Eren, only one person who makes him feel the way this beautiful man, these beautiful eyes, this beautiful voice makes him feel...
[They can both be honest, can't they, if only when speaking their own languages?]
Do you love me? [It's a whisper, a question.] Will you? Always?
[It's as though there's a magnet pulling them closer, and as their words become quieter, their tones matching in sincerity and vulnerability, Finnick knows without being able to decipher the words that Eren is saying something very important, perhaps very terrifying. It could be a secret, a sin he committed, but there's something in the way he's touching and looking at Finnick like the most precious piece of seaglass...
There are no shared words, and yet, there is understanding. Eren's inflection rises, not once but three times, and he looks almost scared, and Finnick just wants to reassure him.]
It's okay, Eren.
[He strokes the hair by his temple, then moves to gently kiss his forehead.]
I love you. It's okay.
[Like this, there's no fear at all in saying it. He just lets it pour from his eyes, his lips, his touch.]
[Eren searches for the words, but of course, he can't decipher any of them. Finnick's touch is more tender than ever, it seems, those seafoam eyes twinkling even in the dark. Eren clings to the sound of his own name instead; it sounds just like how Finnick usually says it...
[There's a lump in Eren's throat. He catches it before it can become a problem, but there's effort in choking it down. He takes Finnick's face in his hands and brings their lips together for a deep, urgent kiss. It lasts. When Eren pulls away, he breathes against his lover's lips:]
Eren is an exercise in reading between the lines, and Finnick is literate in that language by now. His microexpressions, his movements, the look in his eyes, and most of all, the way he touches Finnick.
And in this kiss, there is love. Coming from Finnick, but also from Eren. Something deep inside him just knows it.]
I love you, Eren.
[His lips and breath move feather-light against Eren's. They don't need words. They never have.]
[Finnick repeats a set of words. Maybe it's just wishful thinking when Eren pictures what they might be. It doesn't matter. He feels a weight has been lifted, even if only momentarily, from his shoulders; it's a rare feeling, unfamiliar.
[He pours himself into another kiss, and that's what he intends to continue doing - touch him, taste him, be as close to him as possible while his heart still feels like bursting. There's a freedom to this.]
[Finnick realizes that Eren's name probably sounds the same to him now as before, so he periodically whispers it between kisses, holding him close, trying to ensure there's no doubt his partner's mind how Finnick feels about him.
No matter what Eren said with words, Finnick feels loved. That feeling is all that exists here in this dark, warm little world they've created.]
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Finnick stares at those green eyes, so deep you can't see the bottom, and the way his lips form around strange syllables. The tip of his thumb brushes Eren's lower lip. He wants to jump into that deep green water, he wants to feel it on every inch of him. He wants to drown in it.]
Dearest... Sweetheart... My love.
[Those final words sound assured, with quiet intensity, as he locks onto Eren's dilated pupils.]
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[Eren takes a deep breath. He doesn't break Finnick's gaze, locked with his own. They've inched closer without realizing. Eren's knuckles worry over Finnick's cheek. He is so novel, so very Finnick, as if there's only one, because there is, to Eren, only one person who makes him feel the way this beautiful man, these beautiful eyes, this beautiful voice makes him feel...
[They can both be honest, can't they, if only when speaking their own languages?]
Do you love me? [It's a whisper, a question.] Will you? Always?
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There are no shared words, and yet, there is understanding. Eren's inflection rises, not once but three times, and he looks almost scared, and Finnick just wants to reassure him.]
It's okay, Eren.
[He strokes the hair by his temple, then moves to gently kiss his forehead.]
I love you. It's okay.
[Like this, there's no fear at all in saying it. He just lets it pour from his eyes, his lips, his touch.]
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[There's a lump in Eren's throat. He catches it before it can become a problem, but there's effort in choking it down. He takes Finnick's face in his hands and brings their lips together for a deep, urgent kiss. It lasts. When Eren pulls away, he breathes against his lover's lips:]
I love you. I will. Always.
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Eren is an exercise in reading between the lines, and Finnick is literate in that language by now. His microexpressions, his movements, the look in his eyes, and most of all, the way he touches Finnick.
And in this kiss, there is love. Coming from Finnick, but also from Eren. Something deep inside him just knows it.]
I love you, Eren.
[His lips and breath move feather-light against Eren's. They don't need words. They never have.]
; n ; we can probably wrap here
[He pours himself into another kiss, and that's what he intends to continue doing - touch him, taste him, be as close to him as possible while his heart still feels like bursting. There's a freedom to this.]
ok! bookend
No matter what Eren said with words, Finnick feels loved. That feeling is all that exists here in this dark, warm little world they've created.]