[The sense of ownership though, it makes him swell with pride. Richie wanted to belong to Eddie, maybe it was stupid but after everything, they'd been through shouldn't they have that. Didn't they at least deserve that?]
( he says with a chuckle. dipping his head down eddie presses his lips to richie's pulse point and bites down against the skin there, intent on leaving a mark. )
[The bite gets a strangled sort of sigh out of him, Richie loved it when Eddie was rough with him and loved necking and kissing him. There wasn't ever a moment when he wasn't down for it, and he couldn't get enough.]
( needless to say the strangled sigh that eddie earns from his bite just eggs him on. he eagerly licks at the bruised skin, hands roaming along richie's sides and over warm skin as he hums contently. )
One of those burnt wood ones? How New England of you. ( he's near straddling richie at this point so focused on leaving more purposeful little marks. ) We should get a dog too.
What kind of dog? A pug? A basset hound? I like those ugly dogs.
[Richie laughs, his tongue between his teeth and he really is loving this. Sure, they're eloping and none of their friends will be there not even if he texted Stan or Mike and begged but they're busy everybody's planning for the trip and they'd find someone once they passed the border.]
A basset hound is so perfectly you too. You'd be a perfect fit for one another.
( there's a part of him that does regret that they would be doing this without their friends. without any of them knowing until it was all over but they could always have a nice get together later, right? at the confession, eddie sits up just enough so that he can lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. soft, chaste but absolutely brimming with love. )
Just thinking about it... I can't imagine anything better than being married to you.
We're a perfect fit for each other. A dog'll just be our number three.
[Richie kisses Eddie back, slow and purposeful, his fingertips sloping from just behind Eddie's ear all the way down past his neck. The love he was brimming with was mirrored in Richie and he did his best to show that.]
You're such a sap. ( he murmurs into the kiss, sticking his tongue out playfully but quickly surrendering over to the kiss. it's easy for eddie to lose himself in the intimacy and he knows he'd never be happier than he was when he was in richie's arms. ) But you're my sap.
( he curls up close to richie's side, letting a hand come to slip his fingers through richie's hair and sigh. )
A semester won't be so bad. We'll be back together before your birthday.
Exactly, and I'll call you every day. You won't even miss me.
[Richie slows into the movement of Eddie's fingers, yes he was nervous and didn't want to be without him but the last thing he wanted was for Eddie to feel the same way. Richie wanted Eddie to be excited and secure in the next chapter of their life.]
No. I'll miss you, I don't think it'll be possible for me not to miss you.
( even with richie calling every day, eddie knew there would still be an unmistakable loneliness that would come from him just not being there. it's something he's been preparing for but still not quite coming to terms with fully. it's just hard to imagine not having richie right there at his side. )
But it'll be okay.
if you wanna time skip you're welcome to! up to you.
[Richie leans in and kisses the corner of Eddie's mouth and then his cheek. Too old to be having sleepovers in the same bed, too in love to care. He slips into a more comfortable position and wraps his body around him tightly. The way he'd always done when they were young and would, continue to do forever.]
( it's the one thing eddie could be 100% sure in the craziness that had been their lives. it makes it easy for him to curl in closer to richie's body and wrap his arms around his middle, burying his face against the other boy's chest with a tired sigh. although his thoughts lingered on their upcoming separation there is comfort and calm to be found in simply being at his side, easing him into a gentle rest.
the morning seems to come quickly, eddie waking early and eagerly moving to get richie up as well. this time yesterday, he had mostly been excited with the idea of graduation and being done with high school finally but now all he can think about is jumping in rich's car and driving for the border. it doesn't take long, thankfully, to get things together. they've both saved up a good bit of cash and it's not like they have a lot to bring with them beyond their clothes.
once he's left his mom a note explaining that, no-- he hasn't been kidnapped. they are finally able to set off. it isn't until they leave the derry limits that eddie finally feels at ease and once they reach canada? he's quite possibly, literally, shaking. that isn't to say anything of once they decide on a place with someone that'll marry them. it's a quiet, a bit awkward, ceremony but eddie can't helping tearing up. he doesn't full on find himself crying but damn, god damn, if he doesn't come close as he reads the vows he wrote on the back of a diner napkin.
it's only later when they're hand in hand, rings exchanged and awkwardly fitted on different fingers that he does break down with happy sniffling, openly crying.
the rest of the summer seems to swim by a leisurely pace. they go wherever the roads take them from the big cities to the smaller towns on the coastlines. it's simple, perfect and eddie swears that he probably holds richie's (his husband's) hand the entire time even when they're sleeping. it's so perfect that he doesn't want it to end and as they're driving back to derry, he breaks down again but this time it's in that heartbreaking sadness.
much like the summer, the fall and winter seems to take its time. richie keeps to his word and calls everyday, sometimes more than once and eddie is always there to answer. after their summer shenanigans his mother hold is tighter than ever but he still keeps pushing things. he visits richie more often than not during the holidays, traveling by bus from derry and even surprises him for christmas by having pooled together enough money to get their rings refitted. the r+e carved into the bands is an extra touch but richie seems to love the gesture and that is more than enough for eddie.
but finally the day comes when he leaves derry by bus without a return ticket, a bag all that he has to his name. his grades had never been as great as rich's own but he had managed somehow to be accepted to the same school and now they even had their own place. so, yeah, eddie swears his heart is probably beating like a drum the entire bus ride. usually, he was excited but now he feels some fear? but that was normal when starting a new chapter of your life, right? he tries not to think too hard about it and instead focus on the good that'll come from this.
he's the first off the bus once it arrives at the station, immediately scanning the crowd until a familiar bean pole of a husband catches his attention and eddie near tackles him off his feet as arms come to wrap around rich with a squeeze. )
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[Time trickles by in not a lull but like a snap, Richie's entire world revolved around Eddie. College didn't come easy, especially not after the impromptu marriage ceremony. What followed after their vows, was bliss. Whenever he missed Eddie and couldn't call him, he'd think about that. It didn't fix everything but it calmed him down enough to focus on his schoolwork.
The initials carved into the band of their class rings gave the bands a new kind of weight. Sometimes, he'd rotate it around his finger during a lecture to see if he could get a glimpse. A game of peekaboo he played with himself and their inscription, a way to pass the time while taking notes.
Even the bus stations in Bangor were more populated than Derry had ever been. It takes a minute to find him in the crowd, and Richie is thankful that Eddie had been barreling right for him. That makes it easier to spot him and gives him time to brace for the impact.]
Jesus babe! Looks like you made good time. I can't believe you shuttled down here. How was the ride?
[The Eddie from childhood would've been laborious about his complaints on bus-travel. Richie's expecting a long-winded dissertation about other passengers and the vehicle itself. If he's lucky, he might even get a play by play about the driver and the journey too.]
( they collide and suddenly everything just feels right again. although the calls and brief weekend or holiday trips had helped ease the loneliness there was just something special in knowing that this trip would be his last. that he wouldn't have to go back to derry or go back to his mother.
the question gets a look from eddie as he glances up (has rich gotten taller?) and sticks out his tongue. he would have driven down here, if he could but his mother would blow a gasket if he was ever caught behind the wheel of a car. let alone driving alllll the way to bangor by himself.
but, most importantly: )
I need a shower. ( he hisses at the question, his face crinkling and fighting the urge to reach for his inhaler. ) Do you have any idea what it's like sitting across from a guy chewing tobacco and reading Playboy the entire time? It's not great. Someone asked me to hold their crying baby while they got a clean diaper out and the driver, I know, was driving at least twenty over the entire time.
[One thing Richie never seemed to stop doing was growing, he was still a thin waifish beanpole but he carried it a lot better now. His diet wasn't great, college eats to blame for that, but it helped him hide the weight to height disparity better.]
Look at you, learning about the female form and changing diapers. I feel like you just had a whole life saga on the ride over here.
[Richie wasn't about to complain about the driver speeding, it meant Eddie got to be here sooner, after all. Richie does what any good husband does and grabs his bags on their way into the dorms. His room is an elevator ride away, and thankfully they were on the same floor.]
It'll be a while before I can apply for a room change, so I figured maybe you could ask for a solo room and with any luck, I could set up shop there too. In the meantime, you're gonna love this - co-ed bathrooms.
( eddie says with a shake of his head but ultimately smiles up at richie because, in the end, it was worth it to be here. it meant they had finally managed part of what they had always talked about back in derry. soon enough, once they had jobs and saved up enough money, they could even get a place of their own.
he watches as richie takes his bags although eddie makes sure to grab something as they walk together back toward the dorms. admittedly, he finds himself staring a little just because it has been since christmas when they last saw one another. besides, he's allowed to stare dumbly at his husband, right? it's the thought alone that causes him to smile dopey, clearly love-struck. )
I already asked when I first applied to live at the dorms so, maybe, I'll get lucky. ( the next portion gets eddie to raise his brows before furrowing them together. ) I don't get it, Rich. What's so great about co-ed bathrooms?
Still, if someone asked me to hold a kid I feel like I'd be more likely to run away or claim temporary paralysis.
What? No, sorry ma'am. My arms lock up during cross country trips.
[Feigning the situation in different light always made Eddie smile and it's a nice way to edge him into campus living. Eddie grabs his toiletry bag as he usually did and they step inside and take the lift all the way up to his floor.]
That's the joke. You get to put some flip flops on and shower around a bunch of men and women. The horrors of gym class two: electric boogaloo.
❪ he makes a face at that. one that is half smiling but ultimately it transforms into something more... unimpressed. eddie didn't really enjoy sharing his spaces with people outside of the other losers and richie, himself. his mother thankfully kept him out of gym class (more or less) but it was always a little exciting, truthfully. if exciting could be used to describe co-ed showers. it was something his mother couldn't stop him from doing just like now―
when he steps forward on the lift and presses a heady, needy kiss to richie's lips. one that said everything that needed to be said of their time apart. ❫
It'll be okay though. If I can survive all that time away from you then I can survive all this.
❪ and then he laughs, pulling away as the lift doors open and eddie pulls richie along. unlike their time apart, time together in school seems to go by in a flash. it takes a lot of time between everything their both doing in school but they finally manage to wrangle up enough money for a place in town for themselves. it's small but cozy, enough for the two of them as they work toward finishing school. eddie thinks it'll be good for them, a chance for them to grow closer but―
but the opposite happens. he realizes it one day when sitting at the table, eating breakfast that he doesn't remember the first time they kissed. he can't remember how they met and derry itself is hazy at best. although he brushes it off, it grows like an infection as time slips on. pieces of their relationship are just not there and (honestly) it scares him. freaks him out especially when, one day, it becomes clear that richie equally doesn't remember.
it continues until, one day, eddie wakes up and realizes he doesn't know why he loves richie. why they married. why the man in bed next to him was important. it's like an ink stain and everything about richie has been blotted away.
so, perhaps, it isn't a surprise when he moves out the next week. there isn't anything there for either of them and staying together just because? well, it was clearly fucking with them both. this is for the best, he tells himself and moves back to campus until he graduates. although he thinks he sees the other man around campus by that time there isn't much of anything left to remember and eddie keeps walking and walking until one day, richie (like all of derry) is lost in a haze.
and eddie kaspbrak doesn't think about richie tozier again until some twenty years later he is presented with a problem. a major problem. a major problem that leads to a strongly worded email to someone he has no memory of but apparently married. the judge had been pretty sure of himself when he had given the information but eddie can't help but scoff. yeah, okay, a comedian. funny, hilarious even. there's a lot to be said but ultimately the email ends: ❫
Anyway, I thought you should know about all of this before I served the papers showed up because if you're anything like me then you knew NOTHING about this. I'll leave my number, call me if you need anything but the faster we can get this done then the better it is for everyone.
[Time was a funny thing, and Richie was every bit the victim that Eddie was. As it passed, his own interest waned and it pushed him right back into the closet and stole any and all recollection of happiness from him in its vice grip. He'd barely noticed the drift from Eddie, it washed away like chalk on a sidewalk and what traces were left had no stay power. Nothing concrete to keep them there, every now and then his mind would travel to sunny fields and red shorts but those things were day dreams. The fodder of an overactive imagination and not writing his own stuff anymore. That's what the pay per hour therapist he up and ditched had said.
When Richie received the email, at first he thought it was a joke. It filtered into his personal account and his PR manager had flagged it as spam but the curt and short-tempered way this guy typed seemed less like a scam and more like something genuine so several days later he takes the time to reply.]
Okay E.
You could have just told me you were a Nigerian prince and I won the lottery. It's a lot more believable.
I couldn't pull off the accent, thanks. But I figured you might say this so I went ahead and got everything from the Canadian side of things because, of course, an out of the country marriage.
❪ attached this time are two document images: one certificate of marriage and the applications filled out by the both of them with all the personal information you can imagine. ❫
Listen, I get it. This is crazy but I just want to marry my fiancee who knows nothing about this and hopefully never will. So will you just sign the papers when they get there so we can be done with this?
[Jesus H. Christ that sure as hell looks like his handwriting and the date gives him more questions than answers. No tan-line where a wedding ring should be, no recollection of it whatsoever. Richie's shocked, he'd been dealing with his sexuality but not acknowledging it whatsoever but to find he'd already married a dude and over twenty years ago no less, it makes his stomach sick in an awful way.
His response chimes in at about two in the morning and over twelve hours later.]
E-
Can we meet? Make sure everything's on the up and up?
❪ everything about this has given eddie more questions and answers. it does, however, explain one thing that has been bothering him for sometime. a class ring which, he assumes, was from high school that never fit quite right and had a notable engraving on the band. but the fact still remained that this made no sense―
he loved this person enough to marry them right out of high school. go to fucking canada to make it happen but why couldn't he remember anything about them?
so, it isn't a surprise that eddie is awake at two in the morning when richie's message comes through and he is quicker to respond. ❫
R ―
Yeah, okay, that's fine. I'll just bring the papers with me then. There's a coffee place not far from where I work.
I'll call you in the morning I mean after I've slept
- R
[True to his word, Richie does call but around eleven in the morning because sleep hadn't found him easily and he elected to rest several more hours instead of facing the day.
Richie's not sure what he's expecting to hear on the other end, he's trying to keep the yawns at bay while he nurses the coffee in front of him on his sofa.]
❪ sleep isn't much of a friendly friend to eddie either and he spends most of the nigh going through things in his office space. trying to find something that might jog his memory or offer some light on what this whole marriage had even been about.
by the time his phone rings, eddie is post his morning run, coffee and vitamins. for a long moment, he stares at it but finally reaches for it and answers: ❫
Yeah, I know your name dude. You have the nicest handwriting I've ever seen and that was like you had to be like nineteen or something. So.
[This was a whole lot more awkward than he expected. Richie pauses on his end of the line. Eddie didn't sound half as bossy as his strongly worded email had been. He almost I sounded sweet, gentle, and it throws him.]
That's me. Richie "Trashmouth," Tozier. At your service. Listen, I... was just calling you to see when you could meet. I'd have to fly out of Chi-town and get some of my own shit teogether, but uh- maybe next week? If that's not too long for you blushing bride.
I also need to keep a low-profile. I don't want to wind up on the Enquirer and I'm sure you don't want that shit out there either.
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[The sense of ownership though, it makes him swell with pride. Richie wanted to belong to Eddie, maybe it was stupid but after everything, they'd been through shouldn't they have that. Didn't they at least deserve that?]
Mr. Eddie Tozier or Mr. Richie Kaspbrak?
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( he says with a chuckle. dipping his head down eddie presses his lips to richie's pulse point and bites down against the skin there, intent on leaving a mark. )
Hmm. I do like your last name more than mine.
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The Toziers. We'll get a sign for our place.
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One of those burnt wood ones? How New England of you. ( he's near straddling richie at this point so focused on leaving more purposeful little marks. ) We should get a dog too.
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[Richie laughs, his tongue between his teeth and he really is loving this. Sure, they're eloping and none of their friends will be there not even if he texted Stan or Mike and begged but they're busy everybody's planning for the trip and they'd find someone once they passed the border.]
God, I'm gonna love being married to you.
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( there's a part of him that does regret that they would be doing this without their friends. without any of them knowing until it was all over but they could always have a nice get together later, right? at the confession, eddie sits up just enough so that he can lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. soft, chaste but absolutely brimming with love. )
Just thinking about it... I can't imagine anything better than being married to you.
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[Richie kisses Eddie back, slow and purposeful, his fingertips sloping from just behind Eddie's ear all the way down past his neck. The love he was brimming with was mirrored in Richie and he did his best to show that.]
Me either.
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( he curls up close to richie's side, letting a hand come to slip his fingers through richie's hair and sigh. )
A semester won't be so bad. We'll be back together before your birthday.
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[Richie slows into the movement of Eddie's fingers, yes he was nervous and didn't want to be without him but the last thing he wanted was for Eddie to feel the same way. Richie wanted Eddie to be excited and secure in the next chapter of their life.]
The time'll pass before you even know it.
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( even with richie calling every day, eddie knew there would still be an unmistakable loneliness that would come from him just not being there. it's something he's been preparing for but still not quite coming to terms with fully. it's just hard to imagine not having richie right there at his side. )
But it'll be okay.
if you wanna time skip you're welcome to! up to you.
[Richie leans in and kisses the corner of Eddie's mouth and then his cheek. Too old to be having sleepovers in the same bed, too in love to care. He slips into a more comfortable position and wraps his body around him tightly. The way he'd always done when they were young and would, continue to do forever.]
I promise. Everything'll be fine, Mr. Tozier.
👌
( it's the one thing eddie could be 100% sure in the craziness that had been their lives. it makes it easy for him to curl in closer to richie's body and wrap his arms around his middle, burying his face against the other boy's chest with a tired sigh. although his thoughts lingered on their upcoming separation there is comfort and calm to be found in simply being at his side, easing him into a gentle rest.
the morning seems to come quickly, eddie waking early and eagerly moving to get richie up as well. this time yesterday, he had mostly been excited with the idea of graduation and being done with high school finally but now all he can think about is jumping in rich's car and driving for the border. it doesn't take long, thankfully, to get things together. they've both saved up a good bit of cash and it's not like they have a lot to bring with them beyond their clothes.
once he's left his mom a note explaining that, no-- he hasn't been kidnapped. they are finally able to set off. it isn't until they leave the derry limits that eddie finally feels at ease and once they reach canada? he's quite possibly, literally, shaking. that isn't to say anything of once they decide on a place with someone that'll marry them. it's a quiet, a bit awkward, ceremony but eddie can't helping tearing up. he doesn't full on find himself crying but damn, god damn, if he doesn't come close as he reads the vows he wrote on the back of a diner napkin.
it's only later when they're hand in hand, rings exchanged and awkwardly fitted on different fingers that he does break down with happy sniffling, openly crying.
the rest of the summer seems to swim by a leisurely pace. they go wherever the roads take them from the big cities to the smaller towns on the coastlines. it's simple, perfect and eddie swears that he probably holds richie's (his husband's) hand the entire time even when they're sleeping. it's so perfect that he doesn't want it to end and as they're driving back to derry, he breaks down again but this time it's in that heartbreaking sadness.
much like the summer, the fall and winter seems to take its time. richie keeps to his word and calls everyday, sometimes more than once and eddie is always there to answer. after their summer shenanigans his mother hold is tighter than ever but he still keeps pushing things. he visits richie more often than not during the holidays, traveling by bus from derry and even surprises him for christmas by having pooled together enough money to get their rings refitted. the r+e carved into the bands is an extra touch but richie seems to love the gesture and that is more than enough for eddie.
but finally the day comes when he leaves derry by bus without a return ticket, a bag all that he has to his name. his grades had never been as great as rich's own but he had managed somehow to be accepted to the same school and now they even had their own place. so, yeah, eddie swears his heart is probably beating like a drum the entire bus ride. usually, he was excited but now he feels some fear? but that was normal when starting a new chapter of your life, right? he tries not to think too hard about it and instead focus on the good that'll come from this.
he's the first off the bus once it arrives at the station, immediately scanning the crowd until a familiar bean pole of a husband catches his attention and eddie near tackles him off his feet as arms come to wrap around rich with a squeeze. )
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The initials carved into the band of their class rings gave the bands a new kind of weight. Sometimes, he'd rotate it around his finger during a lecture to see if he could get a glimpse. A game of peekaboo he played with himself and their inscription, a way to pass the time while taking notes.
Even the bus stations in Bangor were more populated than Derry had ever been. It takes a minute to find him in the crowd, and Richie is thankful that Eddie had been barreling right for him. That makes it easier to spot him and gives him time to brace for the impact.]
Jesus babe! Looks like you made good time. I can't believe you shuttled down here. How was the ride?
[The Eddie from childhood would've been laborious about his complaints on bus-travel. Richie's expecting a long-winded dissertation about other passengers and the vehicle itself. If he's lucky, he might even get a play by play about the driver and the journey too.]
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the question gets a look from eddie as he glances up (has rich gotten taller?) and sticks out his tongue. he would have driven down here, if he could but his mother would blow a gasket if he was ever caught behind the wheel of a car. let alone driving alllll the way to bangor by himself.
but, most importantly: )
I need a shower. ( he hisses at the question, his face crinkling and fighting the urge to reach for his inhaler. ) Do you have any idea what it's like sitting across from a guy chewing tobacco and reading Playboy the entire time? It's not great. Someone asked me to hold their crying baby while they got a clean diaper out and the driver, I know, was driving at least twenty over the entire time.
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Look at you, learning about the female form and changing diapers. I feel like you just had a whole life saga on the ride over here.
[Richie wasn't about to complain about the driver speeding, it meant Eddie got to be here sooner, after all. Richie does what any good husband does and grabs his bags on their way into the dorms. His room is an elevator ride away, and thankfully they were on the same floor.]
It'll be a while before I can apply for a room change, so I figured maybe you could ask for a solo room and with any luck, I could set up shop there too. In the meantime, you're gonna love this - co-ed bathrooms.
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( eddie says with a shake of his head but ultimately smiles up at richie because, in the end, it was worth it to be here. it meant they had finally managed part of what they had always talked about back in derry. soon enough, once they had jobs and saved up enough money, they could even get a place of their own.
he watches as richie takes his bags although eddie makes sure to grab something as they walk together back toward the dorms. admittedly, he finds himself staring a little just because it has been since christmas when they last saw one another. besides, he's allowed to stare dumbly at his husband, right? it's the thought alone that causes him to smile dopey, clearly love-struck. )
I already asked when I first applied to live at the dorms so, maybe, I'll get lucky. ( the next portion gets eddie to raise his brows before furrowing them together. ) I don't get it, Rich. What's so great about co-ed bathrooms?
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What? No, sorry ma'am. My arms lock up during cross country trips.
[Feigning the situation in different light always made Eddie smile and it's a nice way to edge him into campus living. Eddie grabs his toiletry bag as he usually did and they step inside and take the lift all the way up to his floor.]
That's the joke. You get to put some flip flops on and shower around a bunch of men and women. The horrors of gym class two: electric boogaloo.
in which i tl;dr another flash forward
❪ he makes a face at that. one that is half smiling but ultimately it transforms into something more... unimpressed. eddie didn't really enjoy sharing his spaces with people outside of the other losers and richie, himself. his mother thankfully kept him out of gym class (more or less) but it was always a little exciting, truthfully. if exciting could be used to describe co-ed showers. it was something his mother couldn't stop him from doing just like now―
when he steps forward on the lift and presses a heady, needy kiss to richie's lips. one that said everything that needed to be said of their time apart. ❫
It'll be okay though. If I can survive all that time away from you then I can survive all this.
❪ and then he laughs, pulling away as the lift doors open and eddie pulls richie along. unlike their time apart, time together in school seems to go by in a flash. it takes a lot of time between everything their both doing in school but they finally manage to wrangle up enough money for a place in town for themselves. it's small but cozy, enough for the two of them as they work toward finishing school. eddie thinks it'll be good for them, a chance for them to grow closer but―
but the opposite happens. he realizes it one day when sitting at the table, eating breakfast that he doesn't remember the first time they kissed. he can't remember how they met and derry itself is hazy at best. although he brushes it off, it grows like an infection as time slips on. pieces of their relationship are just not there and (honestly) it scares him. freaks him out especially when, one day, it becomes clear that richie equally doesn't remember.
it continues until, one day, eddie wakes up and realizes he doesn't know why he loves richie. why they married. why the man in bed next to him was important. it's like an ink stain and everything about richie has been blotted away.
so, perhaps, it isn't a surprise when he moves out the next week. there isn't anything there for either of them and staying together just because? well, it was clearly fucking with them both. this is for the best, he tells himself and moves back to campus until he graduates. although he thinks he sees the other man around campus by that time there isn't much of anything left to remember and eddie keeps walking and walking until one day, richie (like all of derry) is lost in a haze.
and eddie kaspbrak doesn't think about richie tozier again until some twenty years later he is presented with a problem. a major problem. a major problem that leads to a strongly worded email to someone he has no memory of but apparently married. the judge had been pretty sure of himself when he had given the information but eddie can't help but scoff. yeah, okay, a comedian. funny, hilarious even. there's a lot to be said but ultimately the email ends: ❫
Anyway, I thought you should know about all of this before I served the papers showed up because if you're anything like me then you knew NOTHING about this. I'll leave my number, call me if you need anything but the faster we can get this done then the better it is for everyone.
― E. Kaspbrak
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When Richie received the email, at first he thought it was a joke. It filtered into his personal account and his PR manager had flagged it as spam but the curt and short-tempered way this guy typed seemed less like a scam and more like something genuine so several days later he takes the time to reply.]
Okay E.
You could have just told me you were a Nigerian prince and I won the lottery. It's a lot more believable.
Sent from Richie's iPhone
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But I figured you might say this so I went ahead and got everything from the Canadian side of things because, of course, an out of the country marriage.
❪ attached this time are two document images: one certificate of marriage and the applications filled out by the both of them with all the personal information you can imagine. ❫
Listen, I get it. This is crazy but I just want to marry my fiancee who knows nothing about this and hopefully never will.
So will you just sign the papers when they get there so we can be done with this?
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His response chimes in at about two in the morning and over twelve hours later.]
E-
Can we meet? Make sure everything's on the up and up?
- R
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he loved this person enough to marry them right out of high school. go to fucking canada to make it happen but why couldn't he remember anything about them?
so, it isn't a surprise that eddie is awake at two in the morning when richie's message comes through and he is quicker to respond. ❫
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Yeah, okay, that's fine. I'll just bring the papers with me then. There's a coffee place not far from where I work.
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I mean after I've slept
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[True to his word, Richie does call but around eleven in the morning because sleep hadn't found him easily and he elected to rest several more hours instead of facing the day.
Richie's not sure what he's expecting to hear on the other end, he's trying to keep the yawns at bay while he nurses the coffee in front of him on his sofa.]
Hello?
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― E
❪ sleep isn't much of a friendly friend to eddie either and he spends most of the nigh going through things in his office space. trying to find something that might jog his memory or offer some light on what this whole marriage had even been about.
by the time his phone rings, eddie is post his morning run, coffee and vitamins. for a long moment, he stares at it but finally reaches for it and answers: ❫
Hey. It's Richie, yeah? I'm Eddie by the way.
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[This was a whole lot more awkward than he expected. Richie pauses on his end of the line. Eddie didn't sound half as bossy as his strongly worded email had been. He almost I sounded sweet, gentle, and it throws him.]
That's me. Richie "Trashmouth," Tozier. At your service. Listen, I... was just calling you to see when you could meet. I'd have to fly out of Chi-town and get some of my own shit teogether, but uh- maybe next week? If that's not too long for you blushing bride.
I also need to keep a low-profile. I don't want to wind up on the Enquirer and I'm sure you don't want that shit out there either.
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