open ] [i am a wolf in your eyes and i'm filled with regret

[eluding]

[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.

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[believable]

You know what Elena Gilbert isn't here for?

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."

[aneurism]

Someone is slow clapping from behind both of the brawling supernaturals. Perched on the opposite railing is a face that's at least familiar to one of these unruly gentlemen, amused by this display in spite of her frustration with her sudden situation. Finding oneself corporeal again and free from the ties that bound her to the Other Side would be better if she hadn't just come to terms with her fate and was awaiting the moment until she found peace so she could reunite once more with her mother in a better, brighter place.

The ship's brighter, but she wouldn't necessarily call it better. A bit more crowded, that's for sure.

"Oh, don't mind me. Continue! I'm enjoying this."

[somanyadjectives]

Oh, someone will stop him. This fight will now be plus one Salvatore because from the bits of the fight that Stefan could pick up, Damon probably deserves it and he also doesn't necessarily realize it's Ethan, but by the time he rounds the corner, Damon's against the edge of the railing and his panic kicks in before anything else.

There's a burst of vampire speed, and he's shoving Ethan back with one hand while grabbing hold of Damon with the other. He doesn't plan on following through with the fight any further than that, but that doesn't necessarily mean much when you're dealing with an angry werewolf.

Or an angry vampire for that matter.

Regardless, Stefan is wedging himself between them, planning on being that hard line if nothing else, when he sees exactly who it is that he shoved and he frowns. "Ethan?"

He hasn't seen the werewolf since the Ball which feels like ages ago now, and he never really knew the man. He knows that he and Elena are together but he hasn't actually seen it for himself. But once he manages to put two and two together, he rolls his eyes.

"Do you ever get tired of instigating Elena's boyfriends?" He turns to face his brother. "I think you need a new hobby."

i am so sorry

[wemadeit]

Helen is neither a vampire nor a werewolf.

She's not even sure she's met one, either.

The heated arguement was mostly lost on her from her quiet place on the deck. She was too far off to really hear what exactly was being said. But what she did know was that someone... well, somepeople were pissed. It's not long before she creeps about and looks down onto the lower part of the deck to investigate.

She's just in time for the fight to well and truly erupt, the noise she hears of something so purely rageful it scares her half to death, and part of her wants to hide away from it before she even gets a glimpse of the two men on the deck below.

She's frozen to the spot watching in horror at the brawl, her heart trembling in her chest. Is this what it's going to be like, one day? Watching this happen over and over again until someone's dead? Helen is neither a vampire nor a werewolf. She is an angel of death and despite the fact she hasn't seen anyone's death here - this could end up in a one. Her mind screams danger and she knows she's not ready to see all this yet - she wants it to stop. She wants it to end.

One of them is about to throw the other overboard--

Helen makes a sound of her own. She can't stand back any more. It's almost like a scream, something terrified and desperate and she shouldn't be here and she shouldn't be interfering and she wants to-- oh god, she wants to go home now. She lets out that sound until her lungs empty, until she feels her wings tear at her back and she's vaulting over the railings, falling several metres onto the trashed deck below.

She lands with little grace, but unhurt, and stumbles a few steps toward the pair. "Stop! Stop it! Now! Please! No more fighting!"