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[party post] come sail away with me

You've come through a door, and you are on a boat. Specifically, you're on a cruise ship in the middle of some giant body of water. You've come through the door behind you which is attached to nothing and may now be locked. It's relatively empty as giant as it appears to be. The only other passengers that are here appear to also have come through the door for the most part and it is not nearly enough to fill up this entire cruise ship.

Also, who knows who the hell is driving this thing since all of the employees appear to be either ghosts or holograms...

Is this your first time here or your hundredth time here? Do you want a drink or a dip in the pool? Is it day or night? Do you stumble on your room or some other situation either fun or painful within its many rooms, shops, and facilities? Do you run into someone you know or a complete stranger?

The possibilities are unlimited!

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They were-- are family too. It is why he first made those cookies for her, because he'd thought of her as family for such a long time. This was an impossible choice, but it was one they were forced to make. He still regrets it impossibly so. Ethan hasn't been able to think of it again, think of that moment again or he would have gone running back to her, wouldn't have been able to stop himself. Time was running out, and there was never-- never enough time. Never enough of anything, and it was all over too soon. He doesn't know where that door leads, doesn't know what's on the other side of it.

He sees the tears in her eyes, against her lashes. Ethan feels the tears burning at the edges of his own eyes as he swallows thickly with the emotion welling up tightly in his throat. He sees the way her expression nearly crumples, and he knows-- knows that is the same. There is a cookie recipe for that Ethan too, and he taught it to her and it is important. Ethan swallows thickly, and the tears finally slip down his face when she says she's sorry. "I am too," he says shakily.

He is sorry--

Ethan is sorry for so much, so much that can't be changed, so much-- his expression crumples when she slips her arms around his neck, and he buries his face against her shoulder there. "Things were-- They'd been a big mess, and there was never enough time," he says sharply. "There never would have been enough time. I regret it. Sometimes. Walking away." He doesn't know how he did it.

Can never know. His legs shaking with the-- the refusal to leave her, but there was no other choice. The world was ending. It'd gone to hell, and-- it is the sad reality of it.

A quietness takes over, and in the quietness Elena lifts herself up, using her thumbs to gently wipe away the tears that slip down his face. Never mind that her own cheeks are wet. She pays no mind to them as she lovingly catches the wetness of his own cheeks in her palms. She shakes her head and leans in to press her forehead against his neck, her arms sliding further around him. She swallows back a sound. "I know why you did," she whispers softly.

Without his telling her, Elena knows why.

She is failing to understand her own ability to walk away from him. To let him walk away from her, but that's just -- it's like he said. It was the sad reality of it, regardless of whether it makes sense to her or not. "As impossible as it would've been, I know why. I couldn't leave Jeremy. You couldn't leave your brothers. I get it, Ethan," she says, even as the thickness in her voice threatens to stifle it altogether, wobbly with the strength of the grief at something she never really lost.

So why does it feel like she did? Like they both did?

Ethan shakes his head as his eyes burn further, and he looks at her through those tears. He lifts up a hand to wipe away at the tears at her face after a moment. The whole of him broken over by the weight and the strength of what he is feeling as he feels her forehead press against his neck. His arms wind tightly around her too, pulling her in against his chest, because he-- he knows in his head why they did, why they had to.

It was impossible choice, and they couldn't-- couldn't leave their family, but-- but they're family, and it wasn't okay. None of it was okay.

His expression crumples again against her, and he is still shaking his head as he speaks in this really wobbly voice. "It didn't make any sense," he says, and there's grief in the sound of his voice, loss in the way that it cracks in between them. "I knew why, but it didn't make sense, walking away from you forever. It still doesn't make sense to me, but I've... got to walk back through that door someday to a world where you don't exist." He doesn't even know what world it is, but he knows it is one that doesn't have her in it.

And the world makes no sense because he knows that-- it's-- His arms tighten around her further, pulling her in against his chest as his face crumples against her again.

I've... got to walk back through that door someday to a world where you don't exist.

Her face finally crumples against him, arms tightening around his neck as though with the action alone she can make that not true. The thought of it breaks her, and it goes against everything she believes, everything she knows to be true. Everything she lives, day in and day out. Every day of her life. If the world came to an end for Ethan, does that mean it will come to an end in her world, too? The saturation of rifts continues to be a real problem people do not have a solution for. Will she be faced with the exact same impossible choice?

The thought isn't one she wants to have. At the same time, it's as though she can't escape it. Her eyes shut closed tightly against the warmth of his skin, her fingers curling lightly into his shirt at the back. "It doesn't make sense to me, either," she says, her voice barely audible and barely steady. It ruptures with the weight of the truth, and the reality that he has lived, which is so different from her own. She shakes her head stubbornly against him because it doesn't.

It doesn't make sense to her. It can't.

Ethan leans into her touch as her arms tighten around his neck, and his own tighten around her like he can make it not true if he holds on to her tighter. He knows that he can't. The reality that he lived through makes-- it made no sense. The only reason he thinks he has been able to move on with that reality is because it is so impossible to fully wrap his head around that he would never see her again, and it ended up not being true. She's here even if she's not the Elena from his world, even if--

At what she says, his arms pull her in more tightly to him, and he slides his hands up and down her back as it ruptures in his chest too. He nods when she says it makes no sense to her either, and he doesn't want her to have to worry about it. Things are-- they're different enough in her world. Maybe there's still hope, maybe-- Maybe a lot of things, but he feels her shake her head against him, and his eyes burn more. His hand slips through her hair, wishing it weren't true. But it is.

"Do you see now why-- ...why I said we should have a drink while we talked about it?" Ethan asks with that ache in his voice even as he laughs softly, achingly, pressing his forehead against her shoulder before he lifts his head up to look at her. He slides his hand over her face briefly, still with that wonderment, that amazement. "We were wrong though. I did-- I did get to see you again." His face nearly crumples again, but he fights it.

And he doesn't know if he can hope that-- that this won't be the last time instead (and it's still not the Elena from his world, the one he never told... never told how he feels).

No, she isn't the Elena from his world.

She can't tell him what became of her, where she is, or what happened to her after he walked away from her that day. She has no way of knowing, though she can imagine, how destroyed she was as she closed that door, sliding down against it as her legs betrayed her and her heart broke. She doesn't know if he will truly never see her again. Doesn't know what will become of either of them once the door opens and they are left to walk through it. There are so many things she doesn't know, and the uncertainties press down on her chest until it aches with them all. Things are very different in her world, but right now it is hard to remember them.

It's hard to do anything but feel the ache as it rests in between them.

A small, choked laugh leaves her as well, as she pulls back to look at him, too. She nods against his hand, leaning into the warmth of it because she does. She sees. And it is why she will be leading them back to it because she thinks she may need now a heavy drink herself. "We've been wrong about a lot of things," she says softly. Her teary eyes lift up to meet his, still leaning into the palm of his hand. "With the rifts, we never -- we never know, Ethan. Don't lose hope."

Elena doesn't want him to. She doesn't want to lose it herself, even for something she can't possibly know or understand.

Ethan couldn't think about it as he was walking away from her, walking away with every force of will that he could muster. He couldn't think about it because her face alone was enough to break his heart, shatter it completely, and then walking away from her on top of all that, it-- it destroyed him, and he was-- He was destroyed as he waited for the world to end. Ethan thinks they both were. No one is fine at the apocalypse, but saying goodbye to each other was like being shattered and some things are so impossible to recover from.

There's a sharp, heavy ache, but the sound of her choked laugh makes him smile and makes his heart ache further, break all over again, because it's Elena and she sounds so sad and so upset.

It'll never not break his heart. His thumb slides over the side of her face before he finally lets his hand fall back down as she leads them back to it, to the bar and the alcohol lined up on top of it. Ethan turns with his elbows resting against the top of it, and his eyes burn as he fills up another drink for himself. "I'll try," Ethan says achingly quiet. "But it is hard. A lot of things happened even before..."

The end of the world. He swallows thickly then turns to look at her, and finally there's a smile even in all that pain and aching. "So... we were really together? ...are really together in your world?"

Ethan's voice trails off, and Elena turns to look at him once again.

"I know," she says softly. At least, if their universes share some kind of parallels, Elena knows what some of these complications were. Complications, distance, misunderstandings, all-around-Chicago-ness. Ethan refusing to stand still and Elena refusing to let go of things she should've long let go of. It was never perfect. Life is never meant to be. They both have carried their sadness and their guilt and their issues for a very long time. She looks down at her glass, hand circling it to bring it closer to her. There's a pause, before she brings it to her lips and downs it in one go. The alcohol burns in her lungs, but it's a good burn, and one that she needs at the moment.

Elena scrunches up her face all the same, before she places the empty glass back down on the wooden counter, and she looks up at him in time to catch that smile. She lifts her eyebrow, amusement threatening to seep into her expression. "Is it really that hard to believe?" she asks, already serving them another round. She places the bottle of liquor back down onto the counter, and takes a deep breath.

"Yes," she answers after a moment. "We're really together. There was this ball at the Kashtta Tower that made things ... weird, for a while, but we never stopped seeing each other. Then a freak Storm came not too long after that, and we were the only ones at Martha's house when it happened, and ... "

Her voice trails off, and she clears her throat. Well. Things happened.

She picks up her drink again.

Ethan nods when she says she knows, and he stares at his own hands for a moment. There were complications and distance and misunderstandings. There was his father-- Finding out about his father, he distanced himself and went back to his avoidance and his running in this intense way that no one could have been prepared for. He never knew that was waiting there for him to find out one day, and it destroyed so many of his relationships. Ethan was just relieved Elena was still there when he-- when he finally came back, that she was ready to take him back with open arms and to listen to why-- to what happened that made him hide to start with when they'd always been in each other's lives more and more.

Ethan looks over at her when she lifts her eyebrow like that, and then he looks down, releasing a breath before he nods. "Yeah, a bit. I was convinced you didn't feel the same, and maybe you didn't. I never.... brought it up," he says, shaking his head, and the regret is clear in his voice. Even if she hadn't felt the same, he wanted her to know, but just... never said. He takes a drink from his glass as he looks at her when she explains. The tiny smile on his face widening except when she mentioned the ball.

"Yes, that was... the moment that I realized I was in love with you," he says softly with a tiny laugh as he shakes his head a bit, because he is slowly realizing he just said that out loud for the very first time. But it seems like she may already know. "But we never had a Storm of any kind, and-- ...what comes after the and?"

There's a tiny smirk that widens on his face as she picks up her drink again.

He is thinking maybe they kissed for the first time. Not-- not realizing how explosive it would be in those settings, completely private, no interruptions, after all the building (~~three damn years~~).

Lucien was the wild card.

Elena knew, the moment Ethan's oldest brother came into town, that nothing good was going to come of it. The rest of the Hales were not warm in their reception of him, and immediately she had sensed there was history. She just couldn't have anticipated what that history meant and what it would lead to. Who Ethan's father really was, and the impact that would have on him. The distance was difficult, but Elena never held it against him. She understood, and it wasn't about her. It was about Ethan, and learning something truly horrifying and life-altering, and his struggles with it were very real and very understandable.

She bites her lip at the sound of that regret in his voice. She lets out a breath and twirls the glass idly in her hands, before she looks up somewhat abruptly, a smile forming on her face. "That's -- that's exactly what he said to me, too," she breathes out. The ball was his lightbulb moment. She watches him fondly with a smile as he laughs and shakes his head, and then straightens at his question.

Well then.

Elena purses her lips, looks down at the glass, takes another shot, makes another face, and then just sort of blurts out:

"And then we slept together," she says. There's a beat, before she adds, "A lot."

Ethan knows she never held it against him, but he held it against himself, okay? It was truly horrifying and life-altering. Something he still hasn't been able to adjust to or to reconcile with at all, because he was made to be this terrible thing. His mother saved them all from it, but parts of him were still made by his father, and it's-- He doesn't know if he'll ever be able to come to terms with it really.

He smiles when she says it's what Ethan said to her too. "I wonder if it was only a storm that made the difference between us being together in my world and yours. I'd just never even-- I don't know," he says quietly, shaking his head. The world was going to end, and he never even took the chance. It seems so silly now in so many ways. He smiles at her at the way she straightens, the way she purses her lips, and then takes a shot.

The face she makes is absolutely adorable, and then he-- he laughs at her response.

"Well, good, if we slept together multiple times in one night, it must have meant it was incredible sex," Ethan says with a pleased smile even if he is just absolutely amazed that it even happened at all. They really did it. They more than kiss regularly. They clearly have sex regularly. "So did it start with a kiss and then just... build up to having sex or-- I should stop asking questions, huh?"

But there's that mischievous, charming smile on his face, and then there's this other question building. His smile kinda falls but mostly to be replaced with something curious and wondering as his fingertip slides over the rim of the glass. "So then are... you in love with me-- that me too or did you just want to sex me up? Either answer is... completely acceptable."

Elena bites her lip, because she would be lying if she said she wasn't wondering that, too. She doesn't know the full spectrum of similarities and differences in both of their worlds, and what moments could've possibly altered the outcomes they both had. In Ethan's world, the two of them clearly... didn't end up together, and there was the literal end of the world. In Elena's world, they did end up together, and no such apocalypse has occurred -- though now she will be highly paranoid about it. If she even remembers what they have discussed once she is sent back through the door. There are a lot of what ifs here, and she doesn't know that she has any satisfying answers.

She purses her lips together again and kicks his stool from underneath the table, though there's a laugh in spite of herself. Elena takes another shot, and she is now effectively feeling it. It's not as though she can handle a whole lot of liquor. "It was incredible sex," she agrees with him, because it was. "You were incredible," she adds softly, smiling at him from her spot before she kicks at his stool again. You are so incorrigible sometimes, Ethan.

Though that happens to be one of the things she loves about him so, y'know. Acceptable. "You would really find it acceptable if I had used you only for your body?" Elena asks with amusement, propping her elbows against the table and leaning forward before she shakes her head. "I wouldn't be with someone I wasn't in love with. It's love, Ethan."

Another beat. "And great sex." That may just be the alcohol talking. Or is it~?

There is no answering those what ifs. No way for them to know the many different factors that could have resulted in the differences so it is best to answer it with drinking. He really, really likes that way of answering it personally, because there aren't any answers anyway so sometimes it just helps to numb the asking. He doesn't know why things turned out the way they did for him and for his Elena, but he can't help but feel some joy that there is a version of them that do end up together, that maybe won't have to say goodbye forever.

Ethan laughs when she kicks his stool, and his elbows rest against the top of the bar as he looks over at her with a smile that widens when she agrees with him. "I am certain you were incredible yourself," he says softly. "It takes two." To have sex. But then he is laughing when she kicks at his stool again, and he taps her foot with his own. He is very, very incorrigible. It's true.

May he never change when it comes to that (though he will change in many, many ways after he heads through that door, but that's for later, not right now). "I am easy that way, and I assume there was no time for me to confess my feelings for you in the middle of all that sex having. Then when I did after and if you didn't feel the same, the sex would be too amazing to resist," he says with that mischievous, charming smile, but he nods softly at her answer. "I'm really happy there's a version of us that's... that gets to be together."

Then he laughs again, toasting her drink with his own. "I will drink to that, to great sex and love. I'm happy for you... and me. Other me. This is... odd."

"You seemed pretty pleased," Elena says with a little nod, as it most definitely takes two. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, and she can't tell if it's due to the fact she is feeling generously tipsy or of it is the fact they are talking about their having had sex, and therefore she is naturally remembering that night in all of its facets. The likeliest of answers is that it is a potent combination of the two, naturally. Her smile widens at his laughter, and she taps his foot back, because this Elena, at least, is used to engaging in those sorts of flirtations with him. They're normal and part of her everyday life, and she loves who they are.

The thought of things going so terribly wrong means there's a heaviness in her heart, but that's for later, too. It is not for right now.

Right now, there is a very incorrigible Ethan asking her all kinds of questions. "No, there was no time for talking until after we slept together. Then you made me breakfast," she adds with a slight headtilt, smiling a bit fondly in memory. It really was one of the best weekends of her life. Her smile grows warm at him. "We do. And we're happy, Ethan," she tells him very honestly. Life isn't perfect, it never is in Chicago, but the two of them? They're happy.

Another laugh escapes from her lips, and she lifts her glass to clink with his. "It is weird. I don't know what I'm supposed to call you and him when I'm talking about both of you in the same sentence." They're both Ethan, after all.

"I am absolutely certain I was very pleased and satisfied," Ethan says as he smiles sideways at her when she gives that little nod. He loves the way her cheeks are slightly flushed, and it aches through the center of his chest as he smiles at her. Ethan can tell from her face alone that it was incredible sex that they had together, and he smiles, ducking his head and shaking it slightly in amazement at her tapping his foot back with her own. The ache spreads further through his heart as he looks at her, but there's joy in it too. There's something really good in this moment despite the underlying ache of-- of not ever having had this.

It's not for right now. Right now, there's drinking and smiles and talks about their sex life.

Ethan smirks wider when she says that there was no time for talking until after, because he thought that might be the case. "After all that sexing, you deserved to have breakfast made for you. What did I make?" Yes, he is still asking all the questions, and the expression on her face makes him so happy. He smiles back at her, wider when she says that they're happy. They're together, and they're happy. He lets out a soft laugh of amazement.

He breathes in deeply, shaking his head slightly. "I guess you could call him Ethan A and me Ethan B, but then I'd be offended that I was the B even if it makes sense because you met the other me first. It's a very complicated thing," Ethan says, taking another drink from his glass with a soft, warm smile at the thought.

Elena shakes her head still, because incorrigible Ethan is incorrigible, but she has never been unaffected by it. Her lips press together as though that will keep her from smiling, but it is a futile attempt. It is softened by the amazement that she reads in his features, and she can't help but wonder how different their worlds were in that respect, and if the Elena he had in his world truly had no feelings for him, something she finds so difficult -- if not impossible -- to wrap her head around. Because it's -- it's Ethan and it's Elena, and feelings are sort of impossible to not have when you put those two combinations together.

"Instead of telling you, I could show you," Elena offers, as she remembers this in her sort of drunken state of being. She sways a bit in place in her stool as she fumbles to find her phone in the pockets of her jacket. Thankfully, she still has enough battery, but the process of both finding her phone and finding the video she is attempting to show him is a comical error in hand coordination and all-around balance. Once it is playing however, she flips her phone around so that he can see the video of them the very morning after.

Omelet, Ethan. You made her an omelet.

Elena laughs and shakes her head. It is punctuated by the stubborn shaking of her finger, which she shakes directly in front of him as if the point she is wanting to make is very important here. "There is no A and B. You're ... ghost!cruise!ship!Ethan! Hmmm, I guess that may be too long. We'll get back to it. And other-you is ... homeworld!Ethan. Or omelet!Ethan."

Ooh, she thinks she likes omelet!Ethan.

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Ethan narrows his gaze, pointing at her lips as they press together as if he knows she is trying to keep herself from smiling. He is a tiny bit tipsy at the moment too thus the silly response to something he is so used to seeing from her. He is amazed, and he doesn't know-- he will never know if she did or she didn't have feelings for him, if he was too much of an idiot and too lost in his own issues to see it if she did have them. It took him so long to realize his own feelings. Maybe he really is just that much of an idiot.

"You can--" He turns to her, reaching his hand out immediately when she sways so she won't slip or fall. Ethan keeps his hand on her, and he watches her with fondness at the way she fumbles about. It's both comical and hilarious honestly (also adorable, did he mention that?). He leans in when she flips her phone around, and then he is smiling and shaking his head in amazement and it's real. It's really in front of them, and they're kind of a really beautiful couple. His voice is a bit hoarse when he finally manages to speak at all, just at the-- it's so natural and so right and so amazing. "We look-- We look really happy, really good together."

It's said softly as he shakes his head in amazement, watching the whole video, laughing at parts of it too. The sight of it hits him with this intense warmth, this intense ache and warmth. His eyes burn too just briefly as he watches it in amazement and wonderment, and he has to look away at the end because the burning spreads through the center of his chest too strong that he can't--

This isn't him-- It is but it's not. It's what could have been. It's a what if that happens in another world that isn't his own. He is smiling though even with that burn that spreads across his chest, the burn in his eyes too. It is a joyful thing to know that somewhere they end up like this and not-- not saying goodbye forever. His jaw locks with it. And. Feelings.

It takes him another moment to recover and more alcohol too. More of that before the ache and the burn finally fades a bit.

He grins at her as she shakes her finger in that stubborn way. "Oh, I really, really love those two different ways of departing us though ghost cruise ship Ethan is a bit long. Maybe you could just shorten it to the first letter or something like that," Ethan says, finishing off the glass in his hand as he ducks his head, laughing.

It's okay, Ethan. Elena Gilbert is something of a big idiot herself.

Ethan may be leaning in to watch the clip on the phone, but Elena in turn is watching him. The nuances in his reactions and the range of emotions within them. Amazement and amusement and then -- something else, something that makes her chest clench with it, until she almost wonders if it wasn't too cruel to show him. When he looks away, Elena quietly slips the phone back into her pocket. She doesn't say anything at first, simply stares down at the drinks in front of them. She reaches for the bottle and fills them up again, and she wonders just how exactly she plans on walking toward the door when she is imbibing copious amounts of alcohol.

"We are," she says in that soft voice that doesn't quite leave her.

They're happy and they're good together.

And it isn't him, no. But it doesn't mean he won't experience joy. He will. Not immediately, maybe. Once the door sends him back to where he was supposed to go, life will be very hard. He will be tested in ways he has never been tested before, but then life will be very beautiful again. He'll find a light of his own. He'll smile and laugh and be happy in a way his own Elena has never seen him before, and it will make her very happy for him. (And there is a part that will hurt at it, in ways she will not examine, much less acknowledge.) There are many beautiful stories for him to have, and this is just one of many, and she is glad that it is hers.

Elena swallows, blinking past the own burning in her eyes, and she shares another drink with him before she sets it back down. "So... S!Ethan and O!Ethan? S and O? It's kind of like you're in a Bond movie," Elena says with a slightly drunken grin, before she taps her fingers lightly against the table. "So. S!Ethan. What else is there to do on this ship aside from drinking?" she asks in a demandingly curious tone. Elena, you should not even be thinking of that rn.

There are so many reactions to this video. It is something he couldn't even imagine. By the time he realized how much he would want something like this with her, he'd all but convinced himself she didn't feel the same and then his life exploded, both of their lives exploded. It is amazing to him that they could end up like this in one version of their world while they said goodbye forever in his own, and it-- There was no making sense of it. It was always going to feel wrong and horrible walking away from her. Impossible, painful decisions that linger on, and he doesn't have any idea of what awaits him, the terribleness or the eventual joy down the line too, the light that he will discover after endless darkness.

He won't know his own conflicted feelings being so happy for her (but still being twisted up in his chest in ways that he-- that he already knows even if he'll still never say them, because the past is in the past and she is happy in ways he has never seen her before, smiling, laughing, wanting). There are many beautiful stories for them both to have, and he will be very happy for the story he has when he gets to that part after the darkness with the light and the happiness, the one that also brings him back to her too even if things are different too. Like O!Ethan is very glad that his story is his own too, and Ethan is-- he is glad that there is a story that goes like this for them even if it isn't his and even if that makes his chest ache too.

He smiles at her as they share another drink and they fight away the burn, laughing at what she says. "We've even got the accents to go with so it's even more appropriate. Ethan. S. Ethan." He says that in his best James Bond voice, which is admittedly pretty good. Ethan looks over at her with a tiny smirk at that curious tone-- demandingly curious tone. "...are you sure you can walk let alone do things on this ship right now? Not that I won't tell you what all there is to do. There's a lot, and I haven't fully explored yet. Don't think it's possible."

... Elena is kind of seriously attracted to him and his James Bond voice.

She props her chin on her hands to look over at him from across the table with a tiny smirk on her face, lifting her eyebrows up. "I have always liked the accent," she admits. There are many things she finds attractive about him, but the accent is really up there along with several other things. Which is likely obvious at the moment because, well, she personally has no reason to deny it, and also, she is getting very drunk. "Wait, does that make me the Bond girl in this instance?"

Just to be on the same page here. And it'd have to be a badass Bond girl.

Elena is already sliding out of her stool, looking over at him as though she is kind of indignant. "Are you questioning my capabilities?" she says, in that sort of demand-y tone still. She can do anything she sets her mind to! She is an empowered woman. HEAR HER ROAR. etc.

Ethan looks over at her, laughing softly, fondly at the way that she props her chin on her hands like that. "Have you? It is one of my more attractive qualities," he says, taking a long drink from the glass as he smirks softly in amusement. He can tell by the way that she looks at him that she finds it attractive, which is always good to know. He wonders too if that is a difference or if tiis the same. Drunk!Elena is absolutely adorable, and he is more tipsy than drunk so he can seriously enjoy this. "Yes, that would make you the Bond girl in this instance. The most badass Bond girl that there ever was."

They're totally on the same page, and he'd think of nothing but badass Bond girl for the likes of Elena Gilbert.

Ethan lifts up his eyebrows, sliding out of his stool beside her and trying to look innocent as he shrugs. "No, I would never. I'm only concerned about your... safety at the moment that's all," he says though there's a tiny fond smirk at her demand-y tone. It is a beautiful tone. He remembers her using it on him... many, many times before. Ethan clears his throat a bit, still trying for the innocent look. >>

Spoiler: it is the same.

Elena, in her current condition, seems inordinately pleased to be the badass. Of course, she doesn't have an accent, which makes her sad at the moment, but but maybe the fact Ethan has an accent means she has one by osmosis. Is that even how osmosis works? Accent by osmosis? It sounds completely feasible to her, but that may just be (once again) the copious amount of alcohol talking.

"My safety is in good hands," she reminds him, before she smiles all temptingly and winsomely at him, linking her arm around his. She will forgive the fact she does not believe that innocent look for a second if you acquiesce, Ethan. "Come on. You could at least show me around? The parts you do know."

Ethan would really love to hear that potential accent, Elena Gilbert. Maybe it does exist through osmosis! She should try it out! See what happens. Ahem. It is completely feasible and not at all the alcohol talking, and the narration is not just saying this to be amused by Elena's attempt at an accent. Nope.

"I try to be very good hands when it comes to your safety, Elena," he says with a smile of his own, lifting his eyebrows in amusement as she links her arm around his. Ethan never expects anyone who knows him as well as Elena does to believe that innocent look of his even as he still tries it because he's Ethan. "I can definitely show you around. Keep in mind, I am fairly certain parts of it change and are added or taken away, but I will show you what I know to be true this trip."

He tugs her along with him, leading her beside the pool and to the inner parts of the ship. "You'll notice, Firstly, there are bars everywhere."

Elena follows Ethan once he leads away from the pool, taking in her surroundings as she goes. "I'm starting to," Elena says wryly, glancing over to the next bar they approach, and it isn't that far away from the one by the pool. It's either a generous move from the ship's part, or something far more sinister, and Elena is not quick to discount either of these possibilities.

Still, though. The view is beautiful.

She lets out a breath as they reach the railing, her fingers curling over the surface of it as she looks up at the sky. The stars are very visible, almost as though they're hanging lower than they usually do.

"What exactly changes about it?"

Ethan laughs when they approach another bar. "I love it when the natural environment proves my point," he says, tapping the top of the bar as they pass by it. He looks over at her with that wide, amused smile on his face, looking at her before he looks out at the rest of the view.

It is a beautiful place. There's that at least.

His hand slips over hers on the railing before he takes in a deep breath, shaking his head slightly since he's-- He is not her Ethan, and he doesn't-- Ethan is in love with her like the other Ethan is, like he thinks every Ethan that meets an Elena must be. Must fall in love with her. How could he not?

It's who she is, who they are together. "Little things mostly," Ethan says. "Shops will move or there will be new shops that weren't there before. Of course, none of the shops cost actual money at all, but there are things to do in them or get. You can also find different things about the environment that will change like-- Look..."

He points to the water, keeping an arm around her waist just so... she doesn't slip or anything. The dolphins that he'd noticed earlier (the ones that glow neon) are swimming in the water alongside the boat. He didn't know that dolphins could swim so fast, doesn't know what it means or how they are here, but it is beautiful too.

[party post] come sail away with me

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