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Marriage no matter the circumstances: Ink x Broomie

Just a little thing before this starts. This was part of a thing I saw and decided to write about. It mentions the death of someone/something and still proceeds to marry them. Hope y'all enjoy this random thing I decided to write.
Also, this is more of a crack fic as well.
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The painter wept as he blew his boney nose into the tissue. "It's ok Ink," the prince gently told him. "I know it was a really nice partner but you have to move on, even though it's really difficult to." Ink blew his nose into the tissue again before throwing it on the ground. "I'm not fucking leaving it!" he yelled. Dream flinched before he asked, very confused now, "What do you mean?"

Ink looked at Dream then yelled, inky tears rolling down his face, "I'm still marrying it even though it is dead!" Dream seemed worried and slightly panicked by that statement. "You can't marry someone or something that is dead Ink." "Yes I can and you won't stop me!"

•••

The artist looked at himself in the mirror. He fluffed out the skirt of his princess-like wedding dress. "Wish I could have you right next to me so I can kiss you instead of your urn," he said with a slight saddened tone. "It's ok though, I still have you by me!"

His mood did a 180 from sad to more happy. "I can't be down on a day like this and nor can you! Right?" Ink paused before he was slightly saddened again. "Oh..right..right now you're not by me. I hope it looks good for our pictures."

He then grabbed his sash and grabbed a green vial. He dropped his sash before he opened his vial with a soft pop. He opened his mouth and drank the colored paint. After he drank it, he let out a sigh then dropped the lid and little vial on his sash. He lightly lifted the skirt and went to a bench and put the vail on. "I wish more came besides Blue and Dream," he mumbled to himself. "Oh well."

•••

The painter let out a gentle hums of a tune he hummed as he painted the urn of his husband. He gently smiled as he lightly swayed his hips. "Looking great Broomie!" he said. "You always look so good when I paint you!"

There were lots of canvases in this room. This was Ink's painting room. There were tons of canvases and paint. Most of these canvases were landscapes of places but a few of Broomie's urn. A few meaning twenty or more of those canvases were painted of the urn or before the incident that happened to Broomie.

"Aaaaaaaaand..done!" Ink said with a smile. He just finished another painting of it. "How about we go cuddle on the couch now, feeling a little chilled to the bone," he said with a slight laugh after because of the pun he made.

•••

That artist carried Broomie's urn as himself, Dream and Blue just finished on their walk about. "Felt nice to get a walk in without your brother and his team fighting us," Blue happily said with a smile. "Yeah, I agree," Dream gently said, looking at Blue then Ink as he stopped walking. They were stopped in front of Ink's house.

Blue stood next to him as Ink stood in front of them. "Yeah, it was nice," Ink said before he lightly gasped. "I forgot I had made something for the both of you!" He then went around his friends to the door and unlocked it.

Dream and Blue nodded as they followed him. They all went inside and to the kitchen. Ink set the urn on the kitchen table before going to the fridge. He grabbed two plastic containers. Both had a slice of pie. Both of the pie slices seemed to roughly be cut and messily put in those containers.

He went to Blue and Dream and handed those to them. "Trying to get better at cooking," Ink told them. "Hopefully this is good." Both Dream and Blue hesitantly took it. Ink didn't cook any good food and so, they didn't want to eat it.

"Alright! I'll try it when I get home!" Blue happily said. "Yeah, me too!" Dream softly said with a gentle smile. "It should be better than the last!" Ink happily said. "I used no paint this time!"

Both Blue and Dream sighed from relief hearing that. Ink turned around but as he did, his arm whacked the urn and it fell on the floor. The burnt wood particals, different sized bristles, and bits of goldenish metal scattered across the tile floor with glass from the urn.

Ink stared at it as his eyelights went white then to nothing. He felt cold and emotionless. Dream and Blue gasped as they looked at the floor before looking at Ink.

"I'm so sorry," Dream softly said. "Do you need help putting this into another urn?" Blue gently agreed, saying he'd help. Ink glanced at them. His eyelights were showing again, they were pure white. "I'll do it myself, just leave," he said, lacking any form of emotion. The two were about to say something but nodded and said bye, grabbing the food Ink gave them, then left.

Ink knelt down on the ground he scooped some of the ash in his hands and looked at it. "I guess it's time like I said that one night," he told the ash before he set it on the ground again. His hands were covered with the ash before he licked it off of his gloved hands.

When he finished, he got up and went to the sink. He knelt down and opened the cabinet and grabbed a vase. He went to the ash and scooped it in there. "I didn't want to eat all of your ash, just a little," he mumbled. "Not being rude but you don't taste good like I thought you would." He then slightly chuckled from the comment he made before he continued to scoop the ash into the vase.