🎁 for my muse to try & guess what yours got them for christmas
as much as illy harrison hated predictability she always felt a tinge of excitement in this part of their routine. like butterflies coming to life her in belly in a frenzied panic. illy never had a routine before marrying ethan harrison. she didn't do well with timelines or organizing and generally hated responsibility but here she was resetting the alarm and signifying the end of another successful viewing. marriage had changed her. how disgusting.
but as much as she would bitch && moan about having to follow ethan's rules she had to admit things had been working pretty well. i mean, they were basically the hottest killer couple in history. bonnie and clyde walked so they could run and at this point illy just hopes whoever plays her in the eventual movie fucking crushes it.
"i know!" illy turns to him with a smirk as she offers another attempt at guessing her christmas present. she does this every christmas, every birthday, every anniversary--and it's always just as annoying. "you're going to cut the breaks on a school bus so it crashes off a mountain." there was a shimmer in her eyes as she added, "broken bones sticking out of skin.. the ground covered in blood. and maybe limbs!" it was that kind of juicy footage that kept her name in the mouths of cali tv execs across the coast. what would be more romantic than ethan getting her the perfect shot?
@thexcarrollxtimes - ethan
