How dare you 😭 I'm glad it ended on a positive note but why must you hurt us so :(
Kyman Week Day 7 - Free Day
(someone grab the tissues)
As Eric Cartman.
Adjusting to a normal life again wasn't as easy as I was convinced it would be. Three years out at this point and I still couldn't adjust.
I was institutionalised. At least that's what Kyle called it. He seemed older than me, almost senior. Because in my head, I was still only 27. I didn't get to live my thirties at all, so when he told me all these stories about the things he did and the places he went, I wanted to soak it all up. I felt envy, not jealousy.
Kyle made out his life was boring and dull, because he would do. He was more cynical now, moodier than before, but everything else was still the same. He was still the same old Kyle.
"Tell me the one thing you really want to do before you die. It can be literally anything." He asked me one day over breakfast. I think he was trying to get birthday ideas.
I thought about it for a minute, because it was hard to pick just one thing. "Get married." I said, looking right at him.
"Really?" He asked, surprised. "Because here's the thing about marriage. It's overrated. Expensive as fuck too, I wasted so much money on mine and even more with the divorce proceedings, Christ. I didn't want to do it in the first place, I only did it because-" He stopped when he caught my eyes. "I thought it was what I wanted."
"So, what. You think I'll regret it?" I ask him.
"I mean... if it's what you want?" I could feel his eyes on me as I stabbed my eggs and ate them. I felt his fingers suddenly touch my wrist. "Wait a minute, are you asking me to? As in, you know?" He nodded a few times, unable to actually say it.
I put my fork down to answer his question. "Am I asking you to marry me? Yes. You asked me what I want to do before I die and that's what I want." I said simply and went back to finishing off the scraps scattered around my plate.
"Okay." Kyle said, leaning back into his chair to process it. "Yeah, okay. We'll make it happen." His eyes fell to my near empty plate, smiling to himself.
Three months pass, we tie the knot and it was the happiest day of my life. It was small and nothing fancy, but that's what I liked about it.
That night in the bedroom before bed, I told him I was going to slip into something more comfortable. I came out of the bathroom wearing a dress and started goofing around with him.
"What am I doing?" I repeat his question, looking as confused as ever. "What are you talking about, I always wear this?"
Kyle covered his laugh with the back of his hand. "I really have no idea how you survived inside."
"Unfortunately, they don't provide these sorts of garments in male prisons." I made my way towards the hotel door. "Shame, because it would have been the prettiest way to show my dominance. I'll be back, just going down to the bar. Those pants better be on the floor by the time I get back."
He doesn't say anything, too busy snickering at the state of me. Seeing him laugh like that was the highlight of the day. I waited many years to see that again and it was worth the wait. So worth it.
My daughter was eight when she came to live with us in the house Kyle and I bought together. Her mother was suffering with depression and needed help looking after her.
Kyle always told me I was a great dad, but I thought he did a better job. He was always reminding me of appointments, getting her ready for school, making sure everything was how it should be.
It all changed when he was diagnosed with cancer.
He was 51. Six months of treatment, but it was too advanced. I gave up my job to care for him and I watched him deteriorate. I stayed with him until the bitter end and I'll never forget our last conversation.
I asked him not to leave yet, I begged him to stay another day.
"You'll be fine." He told me, breathing the words out as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "You're a good person, Eric."
He fell asleep after that and I laid next to him, holding his hand the entire night. When the morning came, I pulled back the drapes and opened the window to let some air in. I caughtef an early bird picking worms out of the grass in the yard and that's when I felt the shift. I turned around and I went still.
Yeah, and just like that, he was gone.
It's now been a year since the date of his passing and I sit alone by his grave, weeding out the dying flowers I brought last week and replacing them with fresh ones.
"Hey, I was speaking to my therapist today." I say to him as I pull out my camping stool and sit down. "Asking me stupid questions as usual. One of them really stumped me though, so I'm wondering if you'll know."
I reach into my bag and retrieve two glasses. I pour a shot of whiskey in both and place one glass on his headstone. "Do you remember how we first met?"
I listen to his answer and I chuckle to myself, because I already know what he's going to say. I sit there for a while, listening to past conversations we had an re-living them out loud. By the end of my weekly visit, my eyes start to weep.
I think about how unfair it is. What happened to him wasn't fair, it should have been me. After everything I did, how was I the one still alive and standing? These thoughts creep up on me now and then, but I'm slowly starting to accept it now.
No, life isn't fair. But it's fairer than death.
Kyle told me that once.
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this was a challenge but also real fun. til next year!
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I wish I could write dance scenes half as good as you! And look at this art! It really takes you to the moment.
♥️ Kyman Week | Day 7 💚
✨ Free Day! - First Dance ✨
Holy shit it’s been one helluva week! I’ve had so much fun drawing and writing for this pairing. But alas, all good things must come to an end. (Won’t stop me from shipping Kyman though.)
For Free Day, I decided to draw a teenage Kyle and Cartman dancing at their skewl prom 😎
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Loud pop music filled up the gymnasium of South Park High School. As upbeat as the music was, it wasn’t enough to lighten up Kyle’s mood. Everyone had partners to be around and dance with. Kenny got together with Tammy again, Craig and Tweek were sitting at the tables talking with their friends, Tolkien and Nichole were dancing to the music, even Stan and Wendy seem to be enjoying each other’s company. Yet once again, Kyle is alone with no one to dance with. He just sat down at one of the tables with a drink in his hand, hoping someone would notice him. Anybody.
“Sup Jew?” Kyle recognized that voice immediately. Oh god. Not HIM!
“Just when I thought the night couldn’t get any worse!” Kyle turned around and saw Cartman who had a can of soda in his hand. “Oh you think I’m enjoying this party? Barely anyone wants to dance with me!”
“Well gee I wonder why.” Kyle responded sarcastically
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cartman squinted his eyes in suspicion.
“Well for one, you’re Cartman. And secondly, you’re a horrible dance partner.”
“I’ll have you know that I’m one of the best dance partners ever! You just haven’t seen my awesome moves yet, Kahl!” he put his soda can down and stared at Kyle with intensity
“Prove it then, fatass.” Kyle leaned forward until the two were extremely close to each other’s faces.
Suddenly, another song came on the radio. Everyone found their dance partner and went out onto the main stage. Perfect timing. As the song started, Cartman grabbed Kyle by the hands and pulled him onto the main stage where everyone else was.
“Ready when you are.” Kyle smirked. The pair held each other’s hands and started to take small steps. As the music got louder the two moved faster until Cartman twirled Kyle around. That’s when Kyle took the lead and dipped Cartman who was in shock of the sudden move. Kyle pulled him back up until his eyes were staring at his enemy.
“Not bad for a dirty Jew rat from Jersey.” Cartman commented in an almost flirting manner. “Shut the fuck up and dance with me.” Kyle retorted. Kyle was about to take a turn and twirl Cartman (or at least try to) when suddenly Cartman took control once again and his left hand was placed around Kyle’s shoulder. After more quick steps and small leaps, he spun Kyle around and he finally caught him with a dip.
The song was almost over but the two could only look into each other’s eyes with smug smiles. “You’re still a horrible dancer.” Kyle spoke. Cartman chuckled. “So are you.”
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