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open ] [i am a wolf in your eyes and i'm filled with regret
[ooc: SO THEY ARE fighting for real. if your character wants to try to break it up, watch out, they're vampire and werewolf (though the cliffhanger moment i think someone could talk sense into Ethan rlkj;ea). also all the furniture/the bar/the alcohol on the deck and stuff is gonna be a bit destroyed for awhile. SORRY ABOUT THAT. someone should try to make them clean it up lol]
This has been building for awhile. Honestly, it's been building since Chicago, but being on this ship with Damon's constant jabs and comments (calling him wolfboy over and over again when there's nothing Ethan hates more than the werewolf inside of himself) and the knowing that Ethan not only fell out of a Rift after Elena when it was Damon that chose to go with her (and he hasn't seen her in decades, DECADES before now) and the knowing that they're in a relationship-- And part of always be in love with Elena even if she is his best friend first (and that dynamic can take over), Damon has always been in love with her too.
They end up on the deck alone together, and it doesn't take long to build into violence because it has been building for a long, long time. Ethan, for his part, tries to walk on by, ignoring Damon, but Damon starts in with the jabs and Ethan has a temper that he is no longer avoiding. He's done the worst as a werewolf. What more is there to avoid about it?
"I think I'm just going to have to remind you that I'm the one that was in that car with her that day." Damon is trying for the sarcasm but it's coming out sharp, angry. "Not you. You were perfectly good with walking away."
It's been building, and there's a certain level of too sharp, too real hurt when it comes to that particular accusation, and it's why the words come out in a shout, with bite. "I WAS COMING BACK."
"But you still thought you'd be good with WALKING away in the first place, didn't you? You left, and I stayed and I am always going to stay with her. I am always going to choose her like I always have, and that's not something you can say, wolfboy."
"Yes, because your obsessive fucking STALKER levels is something to wave around like a fucking flag." Ethan's hands become fists hard. The whole of him is shaking with rage and the need for violence. "Elena and I are together. She doesn't choose you, and it's her choice that is relevant here. Not yours. I understand that that is something you struggle to handle, but that never gives you the excuse to act like a jackass to me or to her. Do you understand? You need to back off or believe me, I. will. make. you."
And everything that Ethan is saying is striking a really, really hard nerve inside of Damon. The anger is growing and growing and so is the hurt, but he somehow manages to smirk (because if anyone is going to throw the first blow here, it's going to be her precious better man than Damon could ever be). He is used to burying down so much pain, and the smirk slides a bit further, something half sadistic in it. "Did you know Elena and I were together New Year's Eve? On my desk? It was really, really hot. Threw all of the things off of the desk, went wild. Y'know, now that I think about it, funny enough that was during the time you were once again strangely comfortable with walking directly out of her life--"
It is impossible to describe Ethan's reaction, because Elena and Ethan tell each other everything (almost everything, there are some things they were still working to tell each other, and it's true-- it's true that he wasn't-- it's something he regrets and guilt that he lives with every single day because the absence of Elena in his life is something he cannot--). There's a moment that it takes before it processes like he can't really wrap his head around the fact that this dickhead asshole and Elena actually-- And then it hits suddenly with visuals along with the grief and the guilt and the rage for Damon unlike he has ever fucking known it before.
Ethan lets out a noise of rage that hardly sounds human (and he's not really at the end of the day) and everything goes red all at once because he's picturing it and it's true that he wasn't there for fucking-- he wasn't there for her, and he lunges at him with both of his hands up, knocking him back so hard into the bar that they crash it open, breaking down the side of the wall completely as Damon hurdles back into the shelves of alcohol that all come crashing down on top of the both of them. Damon mutters a Finally before he shoves himself forward back at Ethan, fists are flying from both sides, and they're both bloody and furniture near by is getting broken in half or knocked to pieces along the way.
Neither one of them is really getting a leg up on the other. The rage and emotion inside of the both of them is intensely strong, and while Damon is much, much older than Ethan, Ethan's father made him and his brother to be stronger, faster than the average werewolf. It's not long at all until most of the deck has seen the results of this destruction (the furniture overturned or broken, bar broken, alcohol shattered), and Ethan manages to get that last punch in that has Damon sprawling backwards. The rage is still in every portion of his body (werewolves have so much rage, Ethan has had so much rage of his own, one and the same).
He reaches down gripping hold of Damon by the shirt and hauling him up violently against the railing (they're both bloody with bits of glass in them) as he shakes with that rage, intent on throwing him off the ship entirely at this point, because Ethan isn't exactly checking his strength. And that part inside of him that is violence and rage has clicked on.
If someone doesn't stop him, Damon is going straight into the water. Oops.
This has been building for awhile. Honestly, it's been building since Chicago, but being on this ship with Damon's constant jabs and comments (calling him wolfboy over and over again when there's nothing Ethan hates more than the werewolf inside of himself) and the knowing that Ethan not only fell out of a Rift after Elena when it was Damon that chose to go with her (and he hasn't seen her in decades, DECADES before now) and the knowing that they're in a relationship-- And part of always be in love with Elena even if she is his best friend first (and that dynamic can take over), Damon has always been in love with her too.
They end up on the deck alone together, and it doesn't take long to build into violence because it has been building for a long, long time. Ethan, for his part, tries to walk on by, ignoring Damon, but Damon starts in with the jabs and Ethan has a temper that he is no longer avoiding. He's done the worst as a werewolf. What more is there to avoid about it?
"I think I'm just going to have to remind you that I'm the one that was in that car with her that day." Damon is trying for the sarcasm but it's coming out sharp, angry. "Not you. You were perfectly good with walking away."
It's been building, and there's a certain level of too sharp, too real hurt when it comes to that particular accusation, and it's why the words come out in a shout, with bite. "I WAS COMING BACK."
"But you still thought you'd be good with WALKING away in the first place, didn't you? You left, and I stayed and I am always going to stay with her. I am always going to choose her like I always have, and that's not something you can say, wolfboy."
"Yes, because your obsessive fucking STALKER levels is something to wave around like a fucking flag." Ethan's hands become fists hard. The whole of him is shaking with rage and the need for violence. "Elena and I are together. She doesn't choose you, and it's her choice that is relevant here. Not yours. I understand that that is something you struggle to handle, but that never gives you the excuse to act like a jackass to me or to her. Do you understand? You need to back off or believe me, I. will. make. you."
And everything that Ethan is saying is striking a really, really hard nerve inside of Damon. The anger is growing and growing and so is the hurt, but he somehow manages to smirk (because if anyone is going to throw the first blow here, it's going to be her precious better man than Damon could ever be). He is used to burying down so much pain, and the smirk slides a bit further, something half sadistic in it. "Did you know Elena and I were together New Year's Eve? On my desk? It was really, really hot. Threw all of the things off of the desk, went wild. Y'know, now that I think about it, funny enough that was during the time you were once again strangely comfortable with walking directly out of her life--"
It is impossible to describe Ethan's reaction, because Elena and Ethan tell each other everything (almost everything, there are some things they were still working to tell each other, and it's true-- it's true that he wasn't-- it's something he regrets and guilt that he lives with every single day because the absence of Elena in his life is something he cannot--). There's a moment that it takes before it processes like he can't really wrap his head around the fact that this dickhead asshole and Elena actually-- And then it hits suddenly with visuals along with the grief and the guilt and the rage for Damon unlike he has ever fucking known it before.
Ethan lets out a noise of rage that hardly sounds human (and he's not really at the end of the day) and everything goes red all at once because he's picturing it and it's true that he wasn't there for fucking-- he wasn't there for her, and he lunges at him with both of his hands up, knocking him back so hard into the bar that they crash it open, breaking down the side of the wall completely as Damon hurdles back into the shelves of alcohol that all come crashing down on top of the both of them. Damon mutters a Finally before he shoves himself forward back at Ethan, fists are flying from both sides, and they're both bloody and furniture near by is getting broken in half or knocked to pieces along the way.
Neither one of them is really getting a leg up on the other. The rage and emotion inside of the both of them is intensely strong, and while Damon is much, much older than Ethan, Ethan's father made him and his brother to be stronger, faster than the average werewolf. It's not long at all until most of the deck has seen the results of this destruction (the furniture overturned or broken, bar broken, alcohol shattered), and Ethan manages to get that last punch in that has Damon sprawling backwards. The rage is still in every portion of his body (werewolves have so much rage, Ethan has had so much rage of his own, one and the same).
He reaches down gripping hold of Damon by the shirt and hauling him up violently against the railing (they're both bloody with bits of glass in them) as he shakes with that rage, intent on throwing him off the ship entirely at this point, because Ethan isn't exactly checking his strength. And that part inside of him that is violence and rage has clicked on.
If someone doesn't stop him, Damon is going straight into the water. Oops.
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Dog jokes about Ethan go down very badly, and Elena would get very, very mad at you, Stefan. Damon should know, because he's made enough of them all by himself, and he has been on the other end of that anger multiple times. Even before she was dating him.
"He wasn't going to turn me into a chewtoy either. Just gonna... throw me off the side. Looks like a nice swim." He tilts his body until he is looking over the railing with a slow smirk, shrugging his shoulders since he doesn't really care that he was nearly thrown off.
Death seems like a good option in comparison to the world he was in before.
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(You should not do them to Ethan's face at all, Stefan. You shouldn't be making them at all. Stefan doesn't really particularly care.)
"Assuming that there's room to swim. Or the water's even real. Or there's an overboard to actually go over." No one's tested what happens if something goes over the side that he knows of. Maybe they just get magically zapped into place. Maybe they just go back where they came from. Hard to say, really.
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"So maybe it's time someone tested it out so we can all have the answers to those burning questions. I was volunteering."
Yeah, that is totally what was planned all along, Damon.
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There's a bit of a firm look at that because the idea of his brother killing himself, even if it's suicide by werewolf, does not sit well with him, and Damon should know that. He doesn't particularly care what Damon has been through - Stefan's never just going to let him die. Not if he's around to stop it.
"What's going on with you?"
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He smirks even if it is an entirely unamused expression. "Lets just call this growth, little brother."
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He doesn't want to just leave it at that, because he knows there's more going on under the surface. There are things that Damon isn't telling him, which is par for the course of their relationship, really, but this feels like something Stefan should learn about. Sooner, rather than later.
Still, he doesn't push. He knows that Damon needs to come to him when he's ready.
"Whatever you say."
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They're the two most important people in his life even having gone decades without seeing them. He is not letting that happen. One way or another. It's eighty years of growth and hell, and no one else is going to get hurt for the likes of him and his miserable excuse for a life (an undead life).
He smirks at what Stefan says. "Now see I really like the sounds of that. Whatever I say. Can that be the ship's mantra?" Damon clasps Stefan's shoulder with what is meant to be a reassuring little smirk. "It's fine, Stefan. Don't worry so much."
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He's one of the most important people in Stefan's life too.
"See, whenever you tell me it's fine? I can't help but worry."
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"You worry either way, Stefan, and then you run off to do something reckless that hurts you ultimately in the end... all in the name of trying to help me. So maybe just once I want history to not repeat itself."
The honesty comes with the decades of time in that other world and all his time in Chicago. Growth. It was decades where there wasn't much to do but to examine himself and his failings and his mistakes and his choices.
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The history that repeats for Stefan and Damon is never the good kind. It's never the kind of history that only ends in pain and suffering, and in a way it hurts them both. Stefan takes the direct hit and resents Damon for it which only pushes them further apart. They're so entwined in each other, and one way or another one of them gets hurt.
"You're my brother, Damon. You're all I have. It doesn't matter where in the stupid sea of universes we are, that isn't going to change. So you can tell me what's going on, or I can find out myself, but I'm not going to not try and help you just because you tell me to. I don't care about history repeating."
So sorry, Damon. Your little brother is always going to be an idiot when it comes to you. That's something that will never change, no matter how hard you try.
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He weighs how long it would take Stefan and Elena to discuss this versus how long it would take him to take matters into his own hands. Damon has already started looking into it, knowing Elena was going to do so. Maybe he can beat them both to the punch and take on whatever consequences this ship wants to hand out.
"To sum up, the world that I ended up in is... terrible, and I've been there a very long time." Damon swallows thickly as he folds his arms across his chest, shutting out a lot of things that threaten to-- "And I don't want to go back."
He would give anything to not have to go back so getting thrown off a magic ship? Doesn't seem that terrible. Seems preferable.
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Unlike Damon, Stefan doesn't think throwing himself overboard is preferable.
"So you don't go back." Because that's as simple as it is. "You can come with me and Rebekah, or go with Elena. Just because it's our door doesn't mean you can't go through it." That's not how the rifts worked, anyway.
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He's old. He has lived longer than he should have to start with. Stefan should have let him die in bed instead of making a deal with Klaus. Something Damon never lived, but he saw the end results and what it did to Stefan.
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In a way, they've all lived longer than they should have. Both he and Damon should have died over a century ago, after taking shots to the chest while trying to rescue the women they loved. Damon may have made his choice, but Stefan never wanted to be a vampire, never wanted the weight the immortality and bloodlust sitting on his shoulders. There's a weight and responsibility to the chain of events of that night, because without Damon there would be no Stefan as he is now, but without Stefan, the same could be said.
They all destroy things in their own way. And Stefan was without his brother for too long to consider doing it again - and more to the point, abandoning him to some world that would drive him to near suicide.
"We'll find a way. We usually do."
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Damon turns to him suddenly, leaning in closer to him as he stares at him. There is an edge in his gaze and his jaw too.
"Because don't think I've forgotten who paid for it the last time we found a way."
He wasn't even there for it, but he saw how his brother suffered the consequences from trying to save Damon again (Don't think he's forgotten how Elena nearly blew up in his office either, how she's put herself in harm's way for him when the chips are down). No fucking more. Damon isn't going to let that happen. Stefan and Elena aren't the only ones that can make rash, reckless choices to save him. He can make his own to try to save the both of them from whatever the hell happens when you poke this ship too hard.
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"And if I hadn't, I wouldn't have Rebekah - not here, but back home. If I hadn't, he would have turned on Elena, so then you would both have been dead or worse, and then I would have really lost it. So yes, I was in a bad place. But you dying would have been ... "
It would have been a massacre that he would never have recovered from.
"I wouldn't be able to handle it. So whatever price I paid, it's still cheaper than the one I would have paid if I didn't."