She isn't here for this kind of bullshit, is what she isn't here for. After years of tragedies, rift shenanigans, and all around distressing situations, she is about done with these kinds of self-sabotaging stunts involving male wounded egos. Far be it for her to expect two grown men to act like two grown men.
... That said, she doesn't want to see anyone fall over board, much less be killed; regardless of her feelings on the situation, she loves the two men in question, albeit in very different ways. Part of her just knew it would be them. She has been trying to keep the peace and making sure things remain as smooth as possible, but this is Damon and this is Ethan and it might've been asking for too much.
As soon as she hears the commotion, she races up the stairs leading to the upper deck of the ship. She goes as fast as her legs will take her, only coming to an abrupt, screeching halt once pieces of shattered glass crunch underneath her boots. She lets out a disbelieving, sharp breath as she lifts her gaze back up and surveys the wreckage of whatever is left of the deck, before her eyes land on the two of them hovering near the railing. Her heart leaps to her throat, the emotion clenching tightly in her chest as she moves toward them.
"Ethan, stop!" she calls out; she has no idea what happened between them or what was said. In this particular moment, that isn't what matters to her. "Put him down. We don't know what happens if anyone goes overboard. Please."
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She isn't here for this kind of bullshit, is what she isn't here for. After years of tragedies, rift shenanigans, and all around distressing situations, she is about done with these kinds of self-sabotaging stunts involving male wounded egos. Far be it for her to expect two grown men to act like two grown men.
... That said, she doesn't want to see anyone fall over board, much less be killed; regardless of her feelings on the situation, she loves the two men in question, albeit in very different ways. Part of her just knew it would be them. She has been trying to keep the peace and making sure things remain as smooth as possible, but this is Damon and this is Ethan and it might've been asking for too much.
As soon as she hears the commotion, she races up the stairs leading to the upper deck of the ship. She goes as fast as her legs will take her, only coming to an abrupt, screeching halt once pieces of shattered glass crunch underneath her boots. She lets out a disbelieving, sharp breath as she lifts her gaze back up and surveys the wreckage of whatever is left of the deck, before her eyes land on the two of them hovering near the railing. Her heart leaps to her throat, the emotion clenching tightly in her chest as she moves toward them.
"Ethan, stop!" she calls out; she has no idea what happened between them or what was said. In this particular moment, that isn't what matters to her. "Put him down. We don't know what happens if anyone goes overboard. Please."