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@ethanhathaway
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@honorhathaway19 & @jack-katz
ETHAN’S TESTAMENT | @honorhathaway19
No matter how invincible the Hathways might feel, the Russians have reminded them of their mortality time and again. Their patriarch, Colette, and Ethan have all fallen victim to the Russian brutality, even if Ethan’s death can be considered an accident. And yet, Ethan didn’t consider organizing his life after his death until he became a father. Isabel was easily the biggest surprise and responsibility in Ethan’s life, and despite the rough start, Ethan would have done anything for his daughter. It became clear that she was, quite literally, the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he and Elle agreed that while she had primary custody over their daughter, he would be involved in her life as much as he could.
It was then that Ethan sat down and wrote his will in case he died.
But Isabel isn’t the first. Two other wonderful children came into Ethan’s life before her, and even if they aren’t his, they are bound to him by blood, and Ethan wouldn’t forget about them. Thus, all his material possessions are split evenly (or as evenly as possible) between three people. So, he bequeaths:
to Archibald: A third of his funds; half of his stocks; the funds he’s been saving to start his own law firm; his cars and other expensive luxury items.
to Honor: A third of his funds; half of his stocks; his homes in Launceston and London; Honor also has the right to dispose of Ethan’s belongings (houses, clothing, furniture, memories etc.) as she sees fit; expensive jewelry that Autumn returned to him after their divorce was finalized (including her engagement and wedding rings).
to Isabel: A third of his funds; a hefty college fund he began investing in when she was three months old; his house in Chicago; the Hathaway Ranch.
Ethan knows he hasn’t always been the best uncle and father. He could’ve done better on so many things. His own selfish ambitions and greed blinded him to all the missed opportunities he could’ve shared with his niece, nephew, and daughter. Just as he was beginning to fix things -- just as he was more involved, kinder, more patient and loving -- his life ended abruptly.
Ethan Hathaway IV was born on September 16th, 1982 in Chicago and died on January 1st, 2020 in London. He was buried in London, but his grave will most likely be relocated to Chicago at a later point in time.
He hopes this will can express what he couldn’t say when he was alive.
Heroes playing from another room David Bowie
DEAR HONOR.
A litany of unsaid sentiments.
You see your entire life flash before your eyes one last time. From your first memory to your last, you are granted the mercy of living before you take your last breath and shut your eyes to this world forever. It is a peaceful, serene end, and you need not fear the reaper, for he is kind and gentle and guides you with a sure hand.
This was the accepted narrative of a person’s last moments before death. A widely recognized notion of an end of life, an end to an existence, an end meant to embrace one in warmth and offer deliverance from all pain and suffering. Death, so Ethan was told by both family and media, would be graceful and forgiving; he would not suffer, he would feel no remorse. He could accept his mortality free of regret and live on in the hearts of his loved ones until they were reunited in eternity.
The idea was definitely comforting, he could and would not fight that. The concept of death alone, so uncertain, so incomprehensible, was frightening -- to not know what lay behind, to be alone when the heart drummed its last beat, was quite unnerving to almost everyone Ethan knew, himself included. To him, a casual acceptance of death was bravery, one he had never been able to master himself, especially not after Colette.
Ethan’s end wasn’t playing out the way he had planned, dreamed, hoped it would. He was supposed to have another fifty years, that much he knew. He was supposed to be lying in a bed lined with silk sheets in the comfort of his beloved home, surrounded by his family, wife, children, grandchildren, and pass onto them one last wisdom as he took his final breath. That was the perfect death, in his opinion. It was one last moment out of his control but spent in love, and then -- then he’d be asleep, and he’d be free.
Instead, Ethan Hathaway IV lay on the ground in Amir’s grandiose new hotel among bodies dead and dying and realized he was becoming another statistic.
Where was his movie of his life?
Dear Honor.
As much as he had been looking over his shoulder, Ethan never thought he would be the one to go next. A cowardly part of his brain had toyed with the idea, had wished it would be him, so that he need not see his siblings’ corpses, cold and mutilated and defiled, as Colette’s had been. His sister’s death, the sight of her massacred body, refused to release him. Years had passed and yet, he thought of it every day. The image haunted him when he didn’t pay attention and tortured him when he did. How could a brother ever learn to live with such a crucial part of himself gone? By God, she had deserved better. Their father had deserved better. He deserved better. Better than the Russians, better than senseless violence. They deserved their extra fifty years.
His eyes wandered until they found Honor’s hiding spot. The one Ethan had urged her to get in and not move until this slaughter was over. An arm outstretched for it, he was a grotesque sculpture of a man’s last seconds spent lying in the pool of his own blood. She hadn’t been found yet -- good. It meant that him taking the attention and aggression had worked, and that the Russian’s focus was targeting solely Ethan.
If you just knew of the greatness that lies ahead of you. If you just knew how much we all love you. If I’d just told you more often.
Where were his memories? He was promised peace and serenity, a replay of his happiest moments in his final moments: His first day of school with Edward by his side; meeting Honor for the first time in the hospital; the party they had to celebrate Colette’s first day at work; his graduation day; watching Autumn walk free; holding Isabel in his arms shortly after she was born. Ethan knew that these memories slumbered in the back of his mind and he waited patiently for them to manifest in front of his eyes. They would, any moment now, they must, they must; despite his sins, he would be granted this kindness, this comfort, but...he lay in pain, he lay in coldness, and all he saw and continued to see was Honor’s hiding spot.
You’ve come so far, you’ve achieved so much, and I know you’ll continue to flourish. I hope you know how proud I am of you.
Ethan could not deny the countless regrets he had and that he would be taking them with him to his grave. So many things left unseen, unsaid, unheard -- this sharp cut to his story had so many loose ends, but they were what they were. He did not have the strength to fight for them even though he tried, tried, tried to live. It became difficult to keep his eyes open until it was impossible. It was impossible to focus on his breathing when his lungs collapsed in exhaustion. It was certain that he was dying when his heart grew weary from this struggle.
I wish you all the best. I wish you a happy life. I wish you love, peace, I wish you a hundred more years free of heartache and terror. I wish you’ll never have to think of this moment again.
They said that you see your entire life flash before your eyes one last time when you die. Ethan Hathaway wasn’t given this privilege.
I love you with all my heart. Please don’t forget this. Please don’t forget me.
honorhathaway19:
“Oh yes” Honor exclaimed louder than she probably should have done. Honor had most certainly been in her position in the past, too drunk to remember anything the next day. “I look forward to dinner” she boasted, ordering them another drink from the bar.”You can’t drink it yet though, It’s for midnight and midnight only. We’re going to toast the new year in. One way or another we’ll make it our year Ethan, we’re gonna rock this city, London will be another stamp upon our success.” Her voice was full of determination.
“It’s been a rough ride, but we’ve got this.”
Honor was beaming tonight, never had she felt so content about what was to come. She wanted to succeed to carry on doing what she had been by making her family pride. For the first time in a long time they where all that mattered to her, she had chose to let go of her selfish ways found a balance between fun and business.
“That’ll be lovely, please give her biggest hug from me. I hope you have extra baggage for your flight because I’ve secretly been waiting for you to go back and I’ve got tone of gifts for her in my closet.”
We’ve got this.
For the first time in a long, long time, Ethan believed this. He felt good about the upcoming year, about all that was awaiting them. This new life in London would be what they chose for it to be, and it was up to them to make it good. The Hathaways had always been confident in who they were, their capabilities, and what they could achieve. It was all about getting back up on their feet.
Both Honor and Ethan had mastered that art.
Naturally, it’d be better if Ethan had his daughter here, where he could see her every day, but the occassional trip to Launceston wasn’t so bad. “I’ll make sure to tell her you said hi. Although I’m not so sure if I can bring all those gifts with me.” Seeing Honor with her cousin warmed his heart. Only four-years-old, but Isabel had already wrapped them all around her little finger. “You could come with me, if you like. See your grandma and parents for a few days?”
aurelieparra:
“You better still be saying that when we’re both old and decrepit.”
Much had transpired between them over the years; perhaps, indeed, obstacles one would expect no friendship capable of surviving. But they’d always been different. No matter the distance, and no matter the time that passed, when she was with him again it felt as if they were picking up right where they left off. It drew ire, but Ethan was her best friend–would remain that way always. To spend time with him again, no matter how brief, was a blessing.
“Are you kidding me? Grandma was nice enough to watch the jellybeans. It’s our first night of freedom in months and I intend to enjoy it. I absolutely dragged his ass with me.”
“So are you here by yourself?” The blonde asked, linking her arm through his as she tried to subtly direct him back toward the bar that was definitely calling her name. “We didn’t get to talk much the other night, which definitely means you can talk my ear off now and update me about all the things I’ve missed.”
Best friend. It was difficult to imagine a man like Ethan Hathaway to have the capabiltiy of cherishing a person in such a way, but with Aurélie, it was different. It had always been different. She was, for a lack of a better word, family -- she belonged to Ethan’s life as an essential part of it, and imagining it without her was unfathomable to him.
Ethan lay his hand over Aurélie’s on his arm as they moved towards the bar. She wasn’t as subtle about it as she had hoped, or maybe he just knew her too well, at this point. Definitely wasn’t because he needed to have more alcohol in his system. “Good. You deserve a night out. How are the kids, by the way? All is well I hope.”
The bartender was as busy as he could possibly be, but Ethan squeezed through the crowd and towards the bar to order their drinks. “I’m here with Honor, actually. Have you seen her yet?” At one point, Ethan had lost track of his niece. Knowing her, she must be out talking to people; making new connections, friends, rekindling old acquaintances. Enough of those were here tonight. “I’m glad to have caught you. It’s been too long since I last saw you.” This comment was accompanied by a gentle squeeze to her hand. “Anything new and exciting about your life that you’d like to share?”
txt ✉ Autumn
Ethan: Happy new year.
Ethan: I hope you have a fantastic one. You deserve it.
honorhathaway19:
“You are right, we’ve both moved on.” Honor smiled, giving him a friendly nudge to the shoulder, the expression on her face could read thank you. A thank you, for not throwing my past mistakes in my face, thank you for always being there despite how mad you may have been.
It was no secret that when it came to Honor’s past mistakes that Ethan was the on who would come down on her the hardest, though it was obvious to her now that it was done out of concern and love rather than anger. She knew now that he did and always would have her back, be there for her.
She had noticed a huge change in her uncle since he had become a father, he also had learnt from some of his past mistakes. Despite their obvious changes Honor knew there would always be people that wouldn’t believe they could change, but she had learnt not to care. She was a Hathaway after all, and they where known for proving people and the media wrong.
“Good choice, Ethan. Good choice” she praised, smiling and she skimmed the room. “Now, let’s see.. who is going to win me my dinner tomorrow?” she chuckled, taking another sip of her drink.
“Oh. I’ve got a good one. Lady in the white dress by the door. One strap hanging half way down her arm, huge red wine stain on her dress AND i’m also certain that she thinks the door frame she is leaning against is an actual human being. My money is on her.”
Trying to be inconspicuous about it, Ethan turned to steal a glance of the woman Honor was talking about. It took him a moment to identify her but when he saw her-- “Oh. Oh boy, okay.” Midnight was approaching much faster than any of the guests realized, especially at an event like this. Especially when alcohol was involved. And this lady, by the looks of her dress alone, had had plenty of it. Her friends stayed valiantly by her side, supporting her the best they could as to prevent another terrible faux pas. Ethan genuinely tried his hardest to not laugh, and he caught himself raising a hand to his mouth to hide the twitch around the corners of his lips. She was a mess. He doubted that she would even be concious when they rang in the new year.
Clearing his throat, he turned back to Honor; now, Ethan didn’t hide his amusement any longer. “You win. There’s no way you don’t with the way she’s swaying from side to side.” Ethan would buy dinner tomorrow, then. Maybe take Honor to that new restaurant that just opened to have their own little celebration of the new year. The reviews for it were phenomenal, so far.
Something else was on Ethan’s mind, though, and he remembered to tell his niece as he took a sip of his drink. “By the way, I’m flying to Launceston next week.” It was a spontaneous decision he literally made last night as he was browsing the internet in boredom. He’d opened Instagram and stumbled upon a new photo Elle had posted. “Just to visit Isabel for a few days. Means you’ll have the house to yourself for a while.”
@ethathaway: happy little squirrel. #isabel
honorhathaway19:
“Hairs already up” Honor pointed out, “But If falls out at least I know you’ve got my back. But in all seriousness, I doubt I’ll be that drunk. However, I won’t promise, just ensure there is a hefty fry up waiting in the morning.”
It felt nice that her and Ethan had been able to attend together, without there being any tension or trying to pretend to everyone else that things where okay, because for once they where. Many would have expected Honor to attend with a man of the month, and in the past having some eye candy on her arm was something she loved though tonight having Ethan by her side just felt right.
As a Hathaway they hadn’t tackled London yet, their name was not as out there as much as they would have liked it to be - at least not like it was in the states anyway. It was something Honor wanted to work on, and she had been debating a while now on a possibly business venture with her uncle. Tonight was not the night for this sort of discussion, both deserved to be worry free and enjoy their time.
“I know it does, it’s crazy. Who would have thought things would have turned around so much. I gotta admit I miss some of the crazy antics I got up to, and Vegas was certainly an interesting one but honestly, I wouldn’t change any of this for the world.” she admitted to him, she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss her old life because apart of her did, Honor didn’t care for much then, she didn’t have the stress or worries of running her own company, and simply did anything and everything she wanted, when she wanted. It was her past, and it is exactly what it needed to be to get her where she was now.
“Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve not seen him or heard from him since he skipped town.” she shrugged “I hope he’s having a good life and that things worked out for him, it was messy back then but most the time we did truly care for one another, I wouldn’t ever wish bad on him.”
“So, are we taking bets on who is going to be the first Frenchie to pass out? Loser buys dinner tomorrow night,”
It was only natural that Honor was missing all the trouble she got into when she was younger. She had more freedom, back then, and not a care in the world – the nostalgia of those times was difficult to avoid. Naturally, the other Hathaways had always been there for her, their family bond unbroken, but Ethan would be lying if he said he hadn't been frustrated by Honor's behavior. The Vegas incident especially was one that made him shake his head in disbelief but today, they could look back and laugh at the 'good old times'. Throughout the years, Honor had changed, grown, and now, she was a young adult tackling her responsibilities head on. She could be proud of what she had achieved so far.
Considering the pressure the Hathaway name alone could inflict on a person, Honor was mastering it with grace.
“Understandable. Sounds like he moved on with his life, as you have.” Not that Ethan was particularly upset about the man's disappearance act. He'd never made a secret out of just how much of a nuisance Alexander Reynolds was to him. “I'm sure he's doing just fine.”
Tonight marked the night of a new beginning, and who knew what it would bring. The last year had been a transitional one for Ethan, a year of adjustment and new surroundings he hadn't quite gotten used to just yet. It was odd to live so far away from the rest of his family, and from Isabel, especially. His daughter had come to mean everything to Ethan, and he missed her dearly every day. It helped to have Honor here – a piece of family by his side.
With a chuckle, Ethan looked around to find some suitable candidates for Honor's bet. “I wouldn't underestimate them; I've seen them drink, you know.” But every faction had lightweights, and the French were no exception to this rule. “I'm thinking...hm... I don't know. Oh, look.” Ethan pointed toward a man at the bar who was already rosy-cheeked from his drink and speaking French to a fellow guest. “That guy over there looks like a good pick.”
aurelieparra:
“Uh, who let you in here? I’m afraid there has been a terrible mistake. I regret to inform you that you’re banned from this establishment…”
The thought had crossed her mind. Clearly, Amir didn’t hold grudges.
Even with their brief encounter at the bar shortly after her arrival in London, this felt like much more of a reunion with her best friend. There had been a few occasions where she’d tried to slip away to greet him, but with so many people trying for her attention, it’d proven more difficult than she would’ve liked to find time that was her own. Eventually, Aurélie took a moment of solace, and with it another drink, making a beeline for the lawyer.
“I missed you, loser. Thank you for being here.”
@ethanhathaway
Aurélie would never be not the most wonderful presence this world had to offer to Ethan.
The opportunity to pull her aside for a moment to have a conversation simply didn’t present itself. To say that The Kingdom was packed with people was a vast understatement, and Aurélie fell into the role of the gracious host gracefully. Ethan watched her move from guest to guest tirelessly, making this all seem so effortless when in truth, it must be exhausting.
So he had not wanted to bother her, but here she was, and his arms held her in a tight embrace.
“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” It definitely helped that Amir no longer loathed Ethan, too. As Ethan pulled back, he held Aur by her hand and inspected her dress. “You look gorgeous. By far the most beautiful woman in this room, but I may be biased.” Before Ethan let go, he gently squeezed Aurélie’s fingers. “Did you drag along the husband or is it just you?”
honorhathaway19:
@The Kingdom
New years eve, the day where most people would on about their new years resolutions or the world of Facebook was filled with some ‘new year, new me’ bullshit. Not that Honor had anything against people trying to better themselves in ways but she never understood why people had to sit and announce it on their social medias as if it was their Dear Diary. Her invite had come along with Ethan’s, neither of them where really fussed about being ‘escorted’ by anyone so it was decided they would simply attended together. It wouldn’t surprise her if some where shocked by it, after all everyone had become so used to her and her Uncles relationship being brittle, however recently it had been stronger and better than ever.
She was looking forward to tonight, she hadn’t enjoy a proper night out since she had arrived in London and finally she could be in a room of familiar faces - at least she hoped anyway.
“Well, this year went quick. I wonder how many of us will be sober to see the new one in, or how many will be passed out on the floor. Unfortunately for TMI or whatever they’re called, I don’t intend on bring the old Honor back” she chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.
“But don’t worry, I’ll most likely still be drunk by the end of the night and totally hanging out my ass tomorrow, just don’t expect another drunken wedding.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hair up and drag you home.”
Ethan had figured out rather quickly that London could be a lonely place to be a Hathaway in. While their names were a universal synonym for power even here, it couldn’t be denied that in the States, they had more of it. More assets, more investments, simply more. It wasn’t about control, but more so about familiarity, about navigating known territory, that he had not been able to achieve yet here. It helped to have Honor around, have her live with him, though. She provided some sense of belonging.
And with them both new in the city, it only made sense that Ethan brought his niece along to Amir’s hotel’s grand opening. If he was being perfectly honest, there was no one else he would have rather spent the night with, anyways.
Much like Honor, Ethan had a drink in his hand already, too. It was a celebration, after all. They were morally oblogated to seize the opportunity. “Feels like yesterday you skipped off to Vegas and gave us all minor heart attacks. Whatever happened to that Alex guy?”
The Heavy- What Makes A Good Man
aurelieparra:
It seemed a glum mood had settled over the city since the last time she’d been present. Then again, she supposed that sentiment tended to follow the Russians wherever they decided to infect. It’d been a stressful time since her arrival; last-minute planning for the hotel opening topping her list of priorities. Didn’t mean she couldn’t sneak a drink now, though. Especially after overhearing the incessant moaning of someone further down the bar.
“It’s the end of a decade, and there are some people who plan on spending it on their couches. What happened, London? I thought you were supposed to be good for a party.”
“I’m getting old. What’s your excuse?”
The existence of an entity such as fate was questionable to Ethan, but fortunate coincidences? A more likely possibility, indeed. London’s mere size should have made this chance encounter impossible and yet, here he was -- the right place, the right time, and one of his favorite people sitting at the bar.
Bizarre. He didn’t even know Aurélie was going to visit, but to see her again after such a long time was a breath of fresh air.
With one hand on her shoulder and a drink in his other, Ethan took the liberty to sit down next to her at the bar. I missed you, the gesture said, even if the sentiment remained unspoken. “I’m pretty sure athritis is catching up to me. A tragedy.”
Merry Christmas, Mr. Hathaway! I’ll be enjoying Christmas in a real house for the first time in my life, and it’s kind of all thanks to you in a way. Have a wonderful holiday.