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NOT Cinderella ; Ethan Dunnam ; 25 

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“I like to take the little wins in life,” Isa explained, “if I only ever wait for the day I do something amazing, then I’ll get to celebrate a lot less. Later tonight, I’ll be happy I cook these up. You want some?” He had more than enough fish to share and he was enjoying himself. “Do mermaids eat fish?” Isa had never thought about the mermaid diet. For some reason, they were vegetarian in his head, although he had no evidence for such an assertion. “This magic is confusing…”

“You just don’t appreciate how good it feels when you only celebrate when achieving something great,” He told him, shaking his head. Ethan never celebrated the little things. It was go big or go home with him. “You have to realize; rewarding yourself for something as small as catching a fish diminishes the accomplishment of doing something big. It puts it on the same level when they shouldn’t be.” He was rambling about it now. What a fucking dork. Ethan made a face of disgust as he was offered fish. “Hard pass. Fish is gross.” Looking at the mermaids for a moment as he contemplated the echo’s question, he eventually just gave him a shrug. “I don’t know. I doubt it, since they’re part fish. It’d be like...half cannibalism.” At least, that was how he thought about it. Others might think differently. “Tell me about it,” He sighed.

[cinderethan]

hoodwinkkd‌:

            LITTLE DID ETHAN KNOW,  ori was absolutely this much of a hot mess when he was stone cold sober,  he just kept it contained.     layers upon layers of soul crushing anxiety did that to a person.     he listens wordlessly to ethan,  occasionally reacting with a half - hearted expression here and there,  but otherwise remaining silent and impartial.     though,  when the other makes the claim that he wouldn’t call himself a bully,  ori begins to nod.     it initially seems like he’s agreeing to the statement,  but it’s soon followed by a shake of the head,  the wag of a finger,  and the gentle tsk tsk that a scolding parent would make.

❛     sounds like somethin’ a bully would say,  don’t ya think  ?     ❜     he shrugs his shoulders though,  eventually falling into that nonchalance he’d adopted for this interaction and  (  undoubtedly  )  this one alone.     ❛     i don’t like people touchin’ my shit either,  but they didn’t have bad intentions.     sounds like more of a misunderstanding than anything,     ❜     he says,  a firmness in his tone that he never would’ve expected from himself.     since when had he ever been in the business of protecting anyone  ?     he could barely keep a houseplant alive.     with that reminder of his character now placed firmly at the forefront of his mind,  ori withdraws once more,  once again shrugging his shoulders with a nonchalance that would in no way hint at his brief inner turmoil.     ❛     but you didn’t c’mere to get lectured by some chad you barely know,  so as far as i’m concerned it’s no skin off my ass.     whether you find ‘em or not,  not my concern.     ❜ ori watched ethan light the joint with hawklike intensity,  brows furrowing in thought.     it seems like he’s having some kind of epiphany if his expression is anything to go by,  or at the very least solving one of the world’s great many problems.     though,  when he speaks,  it’s really not that remarkable.     ❛     hey,  buddy,  you got a name  ?     or am i just gonna have to call you guy who kicks the shit out of gnomes for the rest of my natural life  ?     ❜

The wag and tsks made Ethan a little angry. He didn’t like that one bit. It was almost condescending. Almost. But he attempted to just brush it off. He shouldn’t care. Who the fuck even was this guy to do that? Nobody. He didn’t matter to Ethan, so why give a fuck? 

“It’s also what someone who isn’t a bully would say.” He pointed out, snapping his fingers and pointing his finger at the other in an attempt to be funny. “Oh no, there isn’t any kind of misunderstanding. I figured out that they were just trying to do. I just don’t want people touching my shit. Especially when they just sneak up and grab it. Not even asking if I wanted them to take my things. It’s rude as fuck, so there will be consequences.” Ethan sounded like an ass right now. But then again, when did he not? It was very rare that he didn’t.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the other’s intense expression. What was on his mind that elicited such an expression? He laughed harder as the words came out of his mouth. Really? That’s what he’d been thinking about. “Nope, I don’t have a name.” He smirked, shaking his head at his own stupidity. “Ethan. And who might you be?”

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“I can tell. You’re like a little beacon of hope.” His attention was fully on the fish as he reeled it in and leaned the pole against his shoulder so he could unhook the creature. Once he had it fully undone, he set it into the bucket next to him, which already contained two others. “I can now tell my parents I am a success,” he chuckled, rather proud of himself because, really, who else was going to be? He looked to the mermaids once he was sure his dinner wasn’t going to jump out. “So, what do you talk to them about? I can’t imagine there’s a whole lot of shared life experience.”

Looking at Isa strangely, he shrugged. What was that supposed to mean? “You call catching a fish as being a success?” That was a little sad, but okay. Ethan definitely wouldn’t consider it like that, he would just think of it as luck and maybe doing well. Once again, Ethan gave a small shrug. The other echo was right. They didn’t have shared life experience, but that didn’t make the mermaids any less fun to talk to. “Usually just everything that’s different here. I ask questions about all this magical shit.”

[gray-hawthorne]

cinderethan‌:

“Sure, like stealing and ceramics.” Those weren’t exactly the first things that came to mind when he thought of ‘art’, but whatever. Ethan just shrugged. “Nope. Animals are a waste of money and time.” He really did only care about himself. It was kind of despicable. “Definitely not, cats are a pest. They aren’t pests. It’s the fact that they can actually stand me is irritating. Not them. I try so hard to irritate them and they just put up with it. Rude.”

“You’re just full of optimism and joy, aren’t you?” Isa laughed, turning his attention to the water as his fishing rod jerked. With a giddy yelp, he yanked hard and pulled up a decent sized fish. “Fish fry tonight!” Turning toward the other man again, he laughed. “Well, cats are the animals that pretty much say ‘screw you, I do what I want’ to any human around.”

[cinderethan]

“I’m just bursting at the seams with it.” He told him jokingly. Watching the other reel on the fish, he shook his head. He never understood the appeal of fish. Ethan thought for a moment before he nodded at the man’s comment. Cats were kind of like that. The mermaids were almost similar, but they weren’t pushing him away. They just did as they wanted and talked to him. “I guess they kind of are, huh?” He spoke without hopes of a response. “But they’re still pests.”

[cinderethan]

hoodwinkkd‌:

            IF ETHAN WASN’T HAVING THE time of his goddamn life right now,  there was no way that ori could tell.     he was never good at reading situations as it was,  but being stoned out of his mind wasn’t helping that any.     the echo mouths the word nice to himself at having gotten such a factoid correct in spite of his current state,  sinking further into the soft upholstery of the furniture present in the cozy little cabin villa.     it’s not that he didn’t feel any particular amount of empathy towards the other man,  but moreso that he didn’t sense any urgency in his words,  and therefore could not bring himself to give more than just the barest hint of a fuck. with a quiet hum of acknowledgement,  he kicks his feet up onto the table in front of him,  almost knocking over the ash that had been gathered into the shallow little bowl on the table’s surface.     ❛     hey far be it from me to tell you what would or wouldn’t be cool,  but just sounds like a confusing pain in the ass in my opinion,     ❜     this is then followed by a shrug,     ❛     but what do i know,  right  ?     ❜     a cheeky grin spreads across his features before he gives a bark of laughter,  digging around in his pockets and pulling out a cheap bic lighter,  green plastic faded and scratched.     ❛     god you’re like every high school bully i’ve ever had,     ❜     he says,  the lie rolling easily off his tongue now that his anxiety had been sufficiently smothered  —    ori had,  of course,  never gone to public high school.     ❛     the little guys just snatched your luggage to bring it into your place,  right  ?     don’t see how that’s messin’ with your shit,  it’s not like they stabbed you in the kidney and took off with your wallet into the night.     ❜

then,  the man tosses the lighter to his new companion,  though the throw is sloppy at best  —    one would have expected his aim to be impeccable,  all things considered.     ❛     starting toking,  bud,  maybe that’ll lube up the ten foot long pole you’ve got up your ass so it’ll have an easier time makin’ its way out.     ❜     ever the king of grace and eloquence,  ori then proceeds to make a slurping noise,  accentuating with a pop as he flashes ethan an impish and toothy grin.

This was probably the most interesting conversation he was going to have with any of the other echos. Ever. The man was intriguing, mostly because of the fact that he was high. He probably wouldn’t feel the same way if he was sober. He’d probably be boring and a waste of Ethan’s time. 

“No doubt it would be a pain in the ass,” He agreed, studying the other’s face and actions. Ethan just sat there, relaxing as much as possible. He didn’t want to get too comfortable, but he definitely needed comfort. “I wouldn’t call myself a bully,” He commented, followed by a shrug. “They still touched my stuff, and that’s messing with my shit. It wasn’t their right to touch it.”

Barely catching the lighter, it first bouncing from his fingertips and then falling into his palm, his smile grew twice as big. “I’ll keep that right where it is, thank you very much.” Ethan chuckled before he began to light up with ease. It had been too long since he’d been able to smoke, and their current situation wasn’t going to be much help.

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“Sort of like stealing and ceramics?” he laughed. He was adept at being annoying as well, but he tended to want to see how long he could be around people. It was a trait that hadn’t really helped him keep jobs. “Got any pets?” he asked, “maybe you’re thinking of them like cats?”

“Sure, like stealing and ceramics.” Those weren’t exactly the first things that came to mind when he thought of ‘art’, but whatever. Ethan just shrugged. “Nope. Animals are a waste of money and time.” He really did only care about himself. It was kind of despicable. “Definitely not, cats are a pest. They aren’t pests. It’s the fact that they can actually stand me is irritating. Not them. I try so hard to irritate them and they just put up with it. Rude.”

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“You like to think of yourself as annoying? That’s a new one.” Isa raised a brow at the other man. “Which came first, you being annoying or people not wanting to be around you?” The other man was definitely strange, but Isa was enjoying himself. “If you think they’re irritating, why not go?”

“Being annoying on purpose is an art.” He smiled, laughing softly. He enjoyed being annoying. It kept people away. “Me being annoying,” he answered simply. Dipping his feet in the water, he relaxed. “Maybe that wasn’t the right word. They’re not irritating they’re...I don’t know. Different I guess?”

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“What about you?” he asked. Isa knew he was being ridiculous. However, annoying bitchy people was fun and he was determined to make the most of his day. “How’d you make friends with a bunch of mermaids?”

Ethan shrugged at the question. “I didn’t. I’m not friends with anyone. I like to consider myself more of an annoying pest who just won’t leave them alone. They seem to not mind my presence though, which is both nice and irritating at the same time.” He explained.

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“Or they have shitty control. We can figure out who gets blamed if I end up catching one.” He wasn’t really interested in doing so though. “Because being far, far away from civilization does weird things to people. I do feel better though. People who are complete bitches all the time are much less of a hassle.”

“Dude, this is their area. If you’re gonna fish in it, you should be careful. Not them.” He shook his head some more. He didn’t like this man. “Yeah, whatever.” Ethan rolled his eyes as he listened to the other speak. He just wanted to get back to talking with the mermaids.

[cinderethan]

hoodwinkkd‌:

            BROWS FURROW,  and lips purse in thought.     ori taps two fingers against the top of his chair,  reaching over to an impromptu ash tray on the table and sticking his joint back between his lips.     smoke fills his lungs and there’s a moment of pause where it seems like he’s thinking intently,  racking his thoughts for the answer to ethan’s question.     really,  he was just thinking about the centaurs he’d seen running around on occasion.     how did their babies work  ?     if he remembered anything from working on a farm,  it’s how quickly animal babies could get up and run around within mere hours of being born.     human children were weak shit compared to that.     as the grey cloud curls out of his lips,  he turns his head lazily to face the man in his villa,  brows raised.     ❛     you’re talking about the little dudes with the funny hats,  right  ?     ❜ then,  he sits up straight,  leaning forward to tap away ash and then sticking the roll back into his mouth and clasping his hands in a thoughtful manner.     though,  honestly,  it was pretty plain to see that whatever nonsense came out of his mouth probably wasn’t going to be all that helpful or even coherent.     ❛     er …     i dunno,  they live in those mushroom houses,  right  ?     ❜     a moment.     ❛     no wait,  those are smurfs,     ❜     he murmurs,  hoping that he wouldn’t be heard but unaware that his voice was much louder than he intended it to be.     ❛     honestly,  who the hell knows  ?     who cares  ?     ❜     he shrugs,  not particularly caring about ethan’s search.     ❛     i can hardly tell my ass my head since i got here,  shit’s confusing,  i wouldn’t be surprised if the layout was changing while we walk around  —    some harry potter shit,  y’know  ?     ❜     though this wasn’t really the magical wizarding adventure he’d been promised as a nine year old.     ❛     why do you wanna find ‘em so bad anyways  ?     ❜

All Ethan could do was stare hopefully at the other echo. He was glad that the other was at least attempting to answer his question. He there was only one other person that Ethan knew, and god knows he wouldn’t get an answer from him, considering their first and last encounter ended with the man running from him. Nodding, Ethan cracking a small smile. It was clearly forced. “Yes, the little dudes with the funny hats.”

The words that came out next almost made Ethan laugh. But he managed to hold it back, not wanting to be rude in this situation. If he was rude, he wouldn’t get bud. He narrowed his eyes slightly and cocked his head to the side. “Uh...I care.” He reiterated. What kind of question was that? “As cool and confusing as that would be, I don’t think it’ll be happening any time soon.” He commented. “Because. They messed with my shit,” that was an exaggeration. “So I’m gonna kick the shit out of them.”

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“Who’s complaining? I’m just asking you to move your fish friends so I don’t snag their tails. I don’t want to eat them and I’m very sure they would rather not have me try.” Shaking his head, he sighed at the other man. “Are you always lazy or am I just lucky and getting to see it?”

“No. I doubt they want to move anyway. Their tales aren’t going to get caught unless you’re a shitty fisherman.” He told him, defiantly. Smirking slightly, he nodded. “I’m always this way. You’re not special, why would I show you side I don’t show everyone else?”

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“And yet I want fish,” he shrugged. That was really what he cared about at the moment. Why should he change his dinner plans just because someone wanted to play Little Mermaid? “You make it sound like it’s such a bad thing. I’ll be full and you’ll be starving. I win.” He gave a satisfied grin.

“Then quit complaining about having to work for the fish.” He ‘suggested’. He didn’t want to hear anyone complain but himself. He loved complaining. “Yes, I’ll be so starving when I sit at home and eat whatever I can buy at the market. So starving. You have fun playing outdoorsman, I’ll be a fucking regular person.”

[phantcmthieves]

[ @cinderethan. ]

IT DIDN’T HAPPEN VERY OFTEN , but jack may have been a little bit tipsy . a warm conversation with panina had turned into drinks , and jack couldn’t very well turn her down in good faith , could he ? that would’ve been heinous , as far as he was concerned . either way , it’s the reason he wasn’t at all concerned enough to second - guess grabbing ethan’s hand, pulling him in the direction of the town square. “ heeey , ” he says , flashing a pearly grin , “ wanna see somethin’ cool ? “ the question is largely rhetorical , since he’s already dragging ethan in a direction , but jack asks it anyway . now that he thought about it , the guy seemed kind of familiar , but that was a different conversation for a different day . “ they’re dancing in the square ! did you know ? it’s just like … like a fairy tale , ” he explains , a little bit too excited about the whole prospect . “ and i’m too embarrassed to go alone , sssooo … ” 

[cinderethan]

Suddenly, Ethan was grabbed. This made him tense. He’d just been minding his own business and suddenly someone was touching him. He hated being touched without giving permission. He hated people so much, especially right now. “No.” He answered quickly, pulling his hand away in an aggressive manner. “Don’t fucking touch me, you’re disgusting.” He spat venom in his words. “Who cares?” He groaned. He wasn’t impressed with any dancing. As magical as this place was, some things just didn’t interest him. Like dancing.

[cinderethan]

isa--moore‌:

“And so am I,” Isa shrugged. “They can have the fish, just not these. I need to eat too.” He turned to face the unhelpful man fully, wondering when he had arrived. Perhaps he was just unobservant. Catching the salmon had been taking all of his attention anyway. “When did you get here? I could have sworn it was just me and the fish.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine eating other things too.” He said dismissively. There were plenty of other things to eat than fish. Plenty. “You act like we have to completely live off the land.” He rolled his eyes. Ethan groaned with annoyance when the other asked how long he’d been there. Why did it matter? What business was it to this guy? “A couple of hours.”

[gray-hawthorne]

Isa had been at it since dawn and had a nice pile of fish in a bucket next to him. He hated shopping for food and this was a relaxing way to get the week’s dinner. Aside from that, he liked being out by the water. The mermaids weren’t exactly helpful and kept scaring the fish though. Glancing up from hooking another worm onto his rod, he noticed a man over by the damned mermaids. “If they’re with you, can you tell ‘em to back off the salmon?”

[cinderethan]

Once again Ethan was with the mermaids. He found them mesmerizing and they were one of the few things that didn’t set off his temper here. Unlike the gnomes. He hadn’t paid much attention to his surroundings throughout the day, so he didn’t notice the man fishing until he called out to him. Looking over at him, he sighed in a dramatic fashion. “What?” Ethan crossed his arms over his chest. “First of all, no. Secondly, no. And lastly, they’re entitled to do as they please.”

[lukaramircz]

BRADLEY WAS LIVING in a fairytale, and it didn’t get much better than that. living in a fairytale surrounded by magnificent creatures, and not to mention stunning men living next to his suit. he has yet to introduce himself to many of them. he’s been too busy with his nose in a book, or several. some of them being the grimm brothers fairytales which never got old. but currently he was re-reading ‘the giver’ and walking out of his suite with the book in his hand as he pulled the door shut with his other. “excuse you,” bradley huffed out when someone just barely missed running into him. “where on earth are you heading off to in such a hurry?” he asks more to himself than anything, finally lifting his gaze from the book in his hands and looked around. 

[cinderethan]

There was no shortage of things to do around here. Ethan found that it was fun to explore the magical place they found themselves in. It was a different kind of feeling when he left the house here. Normally, he’d prefer to stay inside and just pamper himself. But with such a new environment, he wanted to experience some magical things. More out of curiosity than anything.

He zoomed past people quickly. He was making his way to the water again, wanting to go spend time with the beautiful mermaids. But Ethan stopped when one person huffed at him. His smile dropped and his usual scowl fell upon his face. “What?” He asked in disbelief. “How about you mind your own business.” He suggested aggressively as he stepped closer to the male.

[cinderethan]

afterdawned‌:

Was this really one of the original princesses roaming around? Albeit most of what he knew about Cinderella was the modern adaptations since he found the original movie kind of boring, but he was sure she wasn’t this childish. Then again that could have just been entirely Ethan. “Why should I shut up, because I’m right?” His ego wouldn’t allow him to.

“You’re not even moving the things inside yourself so who’s to say you would have gotten here faster without the gnomes helping?“ Maybe Xavier should have cut him some slack, this was all new to them, but he just couldn’t. 

He rolled his eyes slightly. Of course he enjoyed money and himself as well, but he still had other passions in his life. “While I get that, you’re going to live a sad life if your looks or money are taken from you in the future.“ Did they even have the same currency here in their new home? Or would they have to get money again?

“You’re only half right.” Kind of. Ethan had been keeping an eye on his things. He had them in his hands for christ’s sake. That was just about as safe and watched as it went. “I was holding them.” He stated. “So I was keeping an eye on them. But then they were taken.”

Glaring up at the other, he was tired of the other just being a buzzkill. He just wanted alone time now but it was clear he wasn’t going to get it. He was going to be lectured. “No one said I was trying to get here fast. I didn’t need them to bring my shit here fast. I just needed to talk around a little and I would have been just fine.”

“I’ll always be beautiful.” Ethan defended. He was so sure that that would be the truth. He’d honestly rather die than become some ugly...thing. No exaggeration. He was just that concerned with his looks.