[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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[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.]