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@fellsethan
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cfxfangs:
she finds that more often than not, the best means of M A N I P U L A T I O N only happens when she’d placed herself in a position to act some way she didn’t feel or didn’t know beyond memories. it also helps that SOME people are easier to break than others: easier to mold in whatever fun little chaotic way you want them to be — she enjoyed the game of it all. he was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time; she would’ve happily chosen anyone ( willing or not ). “ so, you seem like you could use more… — FRIENDLY… faces in your life. ”
@fellsethan
he was always good at reading people. reading a friendly face, reading someone who needed help and when to offer it. ( he has maya’s personality and his mother’s diplomacy to thank for that. ) what he often underestimates is people’s ability to read him. he’s accepted eliza can and does, that she can read him like a book when he didn’t even know he was still open. ( if this were harry potter, and a war broke out, she’d be his secret keeper. without a shadow of any doubt. ) and, equally, what he often forgets is eliza was a stranger once too. a friendly face in a crowd, another person he had no idea he’d come to move the earth for. ( he was ignorant but it wasn’t blissful. the bliss came only in everything after. ) it’s when she comes up to him, kind smile and good intentions, that he remembers that. he offers her a smile in return, decides to open himself up again. “ you seem like you’re willing to offer one. ”
ircnxveils:
going to school felt more of a R O U T I N E than a necessity but in a lot of ways, she was more than happy for the break it offered her ( at least when it came to the shitty aspects of her life ). the Gangbangers were in a weird 2.0 phase, not bad so much as DIFFERENT and new — something she was typically terrified of. Change usually correlated with trust issues and thoughts regarding a version of herself that used to be so naive and caring; she cared now but she’d changed along the way because being smarter about the people that she chose to let in, well she couldn’t exactly say it wasn’t the best choice she’d ever made ( he was proof of that ). eyes falling forward in their gaze, seeming to fall on an address she’d typically dismiss though all he had to do was a firm who he was and then it became hard to see anyone BUT him. “ ya know, I ain’t typically all about the big surprises, ” moving close enough to give his chest a quick and rather playful poke, something she knew only settled in the subtle softness that was reserved for him and her friends. “ guess the hot new man bod kinda makes up for it but I hope this means yer’ gonna be meeting all of my buddies finally? — the Gangbangers meetin’ ya has been a long time coming. ”
as expected, she’s sympathetic. more than that, she’s happy to see him. ( he happily would’ve taken any and all of her criticism if it kept that softness to her tone. he’s sure most of it would’ve been entirely merited. ) “ i know it’s an ambush, ” but a pleasant one, he’d like to think. there was nothing physically wrong with his old body, but he has to admit ; the beard works for him. ( he’s cruising the line of vanity, always has. he’s always had an athlete’s charm and a pretty face, now it’s simply fixed forever. ) “ but it worked out for you. ” he’s really hoping she buys the casual affair and not the crisis implications undercutting his tone. he’s not hiding from anyone but himself. ( unless that girl come the alley can be counted. he sees flashes of her in everyone if he looks. he’s had to stop. he can’t exactly bargain his way a new brain too. ) he goes to poke at her shoulder, aware of his own strength, before his hand falls again. “ lead the way. ” he knows they’re at a school, that they all have prior engagements, but between all the stories he’s heard and a name like the gangbangers, he’s not entirely sure that’ll matter. “ you can give me a tour too. i think i’m going to spend the rest of my life getting lost here. ” he kind of feels like he’s at hogwarts. it’s satiating a long time childhood dream, but it’s also bringing back everything he’s ever catalogued about the chamber of secrets. ( it’s his favourite, and in his opinion, the best. ) the concept of one actually existing however is decisively less thrilling.
there’s nothing more satisfying than the sound of hitting someone solid in the fucking jaw.
ircnxveils:
@fellsethan
less than two days in, and he’s ended up in detention. he can’t even call ignorance of the rules ( it may be a magic school but it wasn’t as though he’d stepped into an alternate reality ) or ignorance of the consequences equally. he knew what he was getting himself into. he saw a scuffle between a couple of students, decided that breaking it up was the only option. he’s always been tall, broad, and that hasn’t changed much with this body. his left hook, however, evidently has. he hadn’t broken the kids nose, despite all the blood, but he was sent to detention. he’s taken a seat near the back, away from what he can only assume is the usual crew, and keeps his head down. ( he doesn’t regret what he did, will probably do it again, but he’d prefer not to draw too much attention to himself. ) his glance only tips up when someone takes the seat beside him, evidently late to detention. yikes. he leans over, hands braced on the desk as he does. it strikes him he doesn’t look like a student. “ dude -- you know you’re late to the party, right? ” @ofadan
he has that jittery first day of school feeling. it’s not necessarily misplaced, considering the spectacular gymnastics that were pulled to get him here. birth certificates and lie detector tests ; dna was, for obvious reasons, out of the question. it helped that his story wasn’t the most extraordinary thing they’d ever heard ( or at least, he hoped so ) but that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t feel as though he’s straining against his uniform. he’s never been to private school, never had the money for it growing up. he never minded, but the difference seems stark now. between looking too old to be here ( he had to finish high school, but that’s a him problem ) and feeling misplaced, there’s anxiety crawling up his back. the only saving grace is, naturally, eliza. and eliza’s friends, who he has yet to meet. ( he’s prepared for the weird looks, the equally questioning ‘ how did you meet again? ’ inquiries. ) “ surprise? ” he finds her in the flurry of students, flares his arms out after he scratches his head. “ it’s ethan, by the way. ” that’s going to take some getting used to. but, as a person who’s also body swapped, he hopes there’s some sympathetic understanding. @ircnxveils
ofrstrnt:
“ CALL IT WISH FULFILLMENT. i’ve always wanted to fly but i hate planes. ” he’s got no problem with heights, or even with enclosed spaces; it’s the people. packed in like sardines, elbows to elbows with strangers whose hands have been god knows where isn’t on his to-do list. “ i’d pay to see a good fourth wall break. i hope i live long to see it happen. ”
“ you could take a helicopter. ” arguably, they’re more dangerous than planes. more compact, faster. but if danger isn’t what he’s trying to evade, then by all means. he thinks he could’ve been a pilot in another life. he would’ve worked hard, learnt the drills, saw the world. perhaps that’s still an option. he’s having to consider everything beyond the age of twenty five prematurely. “ i give it ten years. before flying cars but after talking monkeys. ” both marks of incredible achievement. “ so, unless you have a death wish, i’d say keep blowing out your birthday candles. ”
shcrksmile:
“calling card? i’ve got a whole brand,” she responded, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “WHY NOT give i a shot? no offense but your atlas is showing.” atlas, the man who held up the sky. that was one dylan did remember.
“ atlas stopped the sky from falling. he has a bad rap. ” true, he’ll maintain, but he isn’t endangering other lives by discussing his own. he takes a sip of his drink, now lukewarm, and as stale as admitting she has a point. “ you promise you don’t secretly work for homeland security? ”
ofsilvrwings:
he was a BIT exhausted. he fucking sucked at this, and v— v wasn’t going to be disappointed because v LOVED him, but aster was disappointed in himself. “yea, he breathed out tiredly. “lots.”
at least he’s willing to accept help. extending his hand, an offer to pull the other up, before he adjusts the positioning of his feet. they’re more or less parallel to each other, back straight. “ your first problem is your feet. ” first problem. they’re about to be here for a while. “ you’re setting off way too wide, man. you can’t maintain that when you start moving. ” because he has to compare everything to football, he does. “ if you throw a ball with your arms down, it’s gonna hit the ground, right? same principle. ”
ofashes:
SHE WAS FUCKING TIRED. maybe she had too much to drink, maybe not enough. but he was moving forward and she backing up because fuck him. he was speaking, smooth tone as if he knew what he was doing. leaning in close and– “leave some room for jesus man.” babs said, disgruntled. in face of him not backing up, she did. leading her to bump right into who was behind her. “shit.” she cursed. “my bad.” not an apology but close enough.
“ no problem. ” he really should be keeping better track of his surroundings. he has no excuse, dialled up to eleven in every way possible. the atmosphere may be a little overwhelming but he could still make out his own heartbeat if he focused. ( that had taken him by surprise. he’s dead and yet he functions. ) his gaze tips down towards her, finds red hair under the strobe lights. he’s reminded, again, that he’s essentially human when his heart pounds with anxiety. he knows it isn’t eliza, knows that everything about her stature is wrong, but he has hope for a moment before her voice registers. and then horror joins his anxiety and grips around his throat. he knows her voice, knows her. without any shadow of doubt. after all, he killed her. ( it’s absurdly facetious for a dead man to ask how she survived, but it’s the only question he can think of. ) “ sorry. ” he swallows, knows there’s no way she can recognise him. he doesn’t look as he did in that alley. and it was low light, anyway. he doesn’t think she could pick him out a low light if she wanted to. ( if she had to. ) he’s stiff when he turns his head to look for any exit. he can see one in the far right corner but, because that’s just his luck, he’s going to have to go through the idiot she’s clearly trying to ward off. “ is he giving you trouble? ”
ofdstrctn:
“ ignore that ENERGIZER BUNNY running around. he’s not technically real. ”
technically real. okay, that makes sense. “ okay. ” he resists the temptation to wave a few fingers in front of it, and the man before him. it’s not real but it can interact with the world around it, right?
ofparamedic:
“ man, i thought that p f c h a n g s place was good, it doesn’t have anything on this.” tom said, mouth full of noodles from the local chinese restaurant that was all homemade. “something about a u t h e n t i c restaurants over chain i guess?” so tom was a foodie, the way to his happiness had always been through his stomach. @apxstarters
“ it’s probably because the chain’s mass produced. ” not that there’s anything wrong with a few timely portions of fried rice when the occasion calls for it, but authentic is always superior. he’s taking a bite of one of the egg rolls, practically dripping in sauce, and officially feeling like he’s found his happy place. ( he hasn’t worked if he has to eat to survive yet, but he’s definitely noticed a difference in his appetite. ) “ do you think this place delivers? ” maybe the way to make up for giving his mother a heart attack each and every time he walks in the door is free chinese food. ( she’s not at all coming around, watching a lot of body swap movies that are basically nerd porn, but she hasn’t kicked him out. )
ofsilvrwings:
and THAT, was what people called a wipeout. aster was trying to learn ice skating, that way he could surprise v with a date to the rink (he was sure the other knew how to ice skate, don’t ask him how or why— he knew). but, all he seemed to be doing was wiping out.
this really isn’t his business, but it’s kind of upsetting to watch the continuous wipe outs. he isn’t much more than a slightly above average skater, but he can keep himself upright. he pulls himself up at the latest failed attempt, exhales as he walks over to the other man. “ hey. you need some help? ”
ofmorality:
“i mean yeah, you could tell me anything. i don’t know like, a single person in this city to tell. plus the total stranger thing. lots of reasons all around.”
“ you know, pass. ” once bitten, twice shy. trusting strangers hiding behind false smiles has already bitten him once. “ that’s a good calling card you got, though. ”