#drkartstm

––––––––––––SHE HAD DONE her share of stupid things when drunk. there had been a night during her freshman year of college when she went to an open bar and got so shit-faced that she walked the five mile walk home alone and woke up drunk, somehow explaining to her professor she got food poisoning the night before. she had snuck into places she wasn’t supposed to be at and agreed to do things she wasn’t supposed to do. it wasn’t like this was unfamiliar. however, she was sure she would never get married. so when she woke up the first thing she noticed was the ring on her ring finger. it was too foreign for her to have forgotten, and even through how disgusting she felt, she was in the right mind to recognize it. and you see, it would have been funny, easily pushed off, a ring misplaced if it weren’t for the other with a similar ring on their ring fingers and a haphazardly signed wedding certificate on the floor. and so, the only thing she seems to be able to do, is shake the other awake, only slightly panicked.        ‘ when did we get married ?! ’

               there’s a silence from elliot that feels like FOREVER. he doesn’t know what to say, how to respond. eyes locked onto the floor, he takes a deep breath. “i KNOW THAT george.” there’s a pause, “i just d-don’t know why.”

              it all seemed very CLICHÉ. dinner inside, candles lit. elliot was a hopeless romantic at some times - and this was one of them. the moment seemed right, and he leaned forward, pale hands moving to cup georges face. “hey.” he whispers softly, leaning in to plant a long, soft kiss to the others lips. “you mean the WORLD to me, you know that, right??” 

our muses wake up to be married!

nodding, she walked into the kitchen, taking out her only bottle of champagne. she had it on ice, in case she needed. ❝found some.❞ she called out. after taking two glasses down from the cabinet, along with the ice bucket, she walked back to the living room. ❝do you want to open it?❞ the items were sat on the coffee table as she then took a seat on the couch, sitting next to them. ❝just please don’t let the cork break anything.❞

                  it feels like elliot was just PUNCHED in the stomach. his face falls and turns pale. “w-what                  ??” maybe he didn’t HEAR him right - maybe he just didn’t understand. “did i…did i do s-something wrong?? i can’t– george i can’t just end this…end us. i can fix it…i can fix it please.” 

            he NEEDS to get out of bed, he knows he does. his class starts soon, and he shouldn’t skip AGAIN. as he’s close to the bed, about to get up, he rolls over on his side, turning to fave geo. “it’s lonely away from you.” he said softly, moving his hips to scoot closer to him once more. one hand slides to the others waist, pulling himself closer. “i SUPPOSE i could stay a little while longer.”