"Well… I won’t be around for you to use them with."
He scoffs at the idea. "Of course you will."
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"Well… I won’t be around for you to use them with."
He scoffs at the idea. "Of course you will."
"That’s okay… Mock me all you want. You’ll remember that when I return all these special things I bought for us.”
"Go ahead. I'll just check the credit card bill to see what you bought and repurchase the special things."
"I feel like you’re disagreeing with me…"
"What? no of course not." he chuckles.
"Your disney lioness," he corrected, "I’m Nala."
"No comment."
Ethan “Fox” Ares is twenty-five years old » FC: Zach Roerig
When Ethan was seven years old his parents filed for divorce because his father had a child with another woman. He remained in the custody of his mother in South Africa while his father moved to Oregon and later started a family of his own. Ethan never really heard from his father or even saw him again until ten years later because at seventeen his mother was killed during a home invasion. He blames himself for her death because instead of being home that night as he should have he decided to stay at a party with friends. He feels that if only he were at home he could have prevented her death. His dual citizenship allowed him to enter the United States to live with his father in Portland. Ethan never felt accepted by his father and his new family. Feeling like a stranger in his so called new “home”.
To make up for not having been able to protect his mother he enlisted in the U.S. Marines as soon as he turned eighteen. It was his way of being able to devote his life to protecting those around him as well as being able to get away from his new family. After serving two years Ethan ranked as a Lance Corporal Scout Sniper. However, his short time in the military caused serious mental strain. He was discharged due to being diagnosed with PTSD. Ethan decided to move back to Johannesburg and was living with another former battle buddy.
On his way to see his doctor to make alterations to his prescriptions he was kidnapped. It was worrying at first because he did not want to end up hurting someone if he were to have had an episode. He became good friends with his roommate in the house, which over time became something more. Ethan had never expected to fall in love with Owen since he had only ever identified as heterosexual and struggled greatly with talking about his feelings and their relationship, but he tried his best to overcome his insecurities with his mental illness.
Upon being relocated with the others Ethan under went experimental brain surgery; which as a result caused his PTSD to lessen drastically, even recovering from it completely over time. After re-establishing events from a brief side effect of memory loss he and Owen were able to continue their relationship and start a life together after their release. It was difficult dealing with Owen’s mother, but Fox is sure the woman will come around especially seeing how she’d been at their wedding. The two have been married now going on three years.
"Babe, don’t say that. You know that’s not true. I love you for who you are. Not just because your face is so handsome."
"Aw, You're like my disney princess…prince." he chuckles.
"Hey, I don’t just want you for your looks,” he smirked, “It’s just a huge plus, is all.”
"Yeah, a huge plus because you wouldn't want me if I looked like the Beast."
"You know I’m kidding," he smirks softly. "Of course… I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t cute," he joked.
"See all this time denying that you don't just want me for my looks and now the truth comes out."
"I just don’t trust you," he shrugged. "Shut up… you’re adorable," he muttered.
"What? I am so offended right now." he makes a face as if disgusted at the thought. "Aw, thanks babe."
"Don’t make promises you can’t keep," he said, pointing a finger at him. "Nah, you can be cute when you want to, too."
"Who says I won't keep my promise." he counters finishing his plate. "I'm not sure if I can get that far on my looks."
"Still don’t know what you’re talking about…"
"Exactly," he sighed and offered a smile, "You’re cute, so she’ll come around."
"Maybe I'll give you a reminder when we get home." he wiggled his brows.
"I think being cute only works on you."
"Fucking…" he groaned, dropping his face into his hand, still taking a bit because nothing can keep him from his food. "You’re gross," he glared at him.
"I’m sure it’s fine, babe…" he insisted. "I mean, it’s been what, five years? And it was an accident. And, you apologized, didn’t you? So, that’s all you can really do."
"Pft, you didn't think I was gross when we were in the mountain lift. It was even your idea, not mine if I recall correctly." he pointed out smirking as he took a drink of water.
"It isn't fine, but I guess there really isn't anything else I can do."
Narrowing his eyes, he looked at him seriously, “That’s not funny, Ethan. Don’t say that,” he frowned. Shaking his head, he looked down at his food, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.. Must have been the guy you’re cheating on me with,” he cleared his throat, a bit embarrassed.
He sighed and looked at him, “I’m sure it’s fine. It just must have been a shock, for both of you,” he offered, reaching forward to give his hand a squeeze, “She didn’t run away immediately, right? So, that’s something…” he nodded.
"Was it? I could have sworn it was you. That guy definitely had the tightest ass." he teases just to see Owen become even more embarrassed than he already was.
"I think she was too afraid to run away." he chuckles bitterly. What'd he'd done to Owen was bad enough, but to do it to Charlie and awake was so much worse. He hated the thought that a woman was afraid of him and there was little he could do to change it.
"You’ll live," he smirked and popped a fry into his mouth. "You’re only saying that because you love me… You’ll get tired of vacationing with me soon enough," he teased.
"Thanks…" he said softly, taking a drink, "I mean. Wow… What the hell is she doing here of all places? How was that though…? Last time you two saw each other,” he bit his lip, not even finishing the sentence.
"I might not. I might have a stroke or something and then you'd regret making me wait" he teased stealing a fry. "How could I get tired? I get to claim in a bunch of different countries and new places. Like that one time in the mountain lift when we were in Amsterdam."
"Apparently she lives close by." he replies. "I could tell she didn't want to be anywhere near me. I tried apologizing for it all, but you know some things just can't be changed. I don't know." he shakes his head with a sigh feeling genuinely guilty once more for what happened.
"Nope. I’m saving it," he smirked, taking a bite out of his sandwich. "That’s because I don’t want to miss anything! I mean, how many chances will we get to go to Korea?" he rolled his eyes.
Almost choking on his sandwich, he coughed at the last part, eyes growing wide, “Wait… what?! You’re kidding… right… right?”
"That's no fun." he sighs in mock defeat. "As many chances you want." he shrugs because he'd take Owen anywhere he wanted to go as many times as he wanted.
He makes a face sliding Owen his glass of water."Why would I kid about that? It's not something I would just bring up to joke about especially about... her."
"Just some things I’m sure we’ll get a lot of use out of," he wiggled his eyebrows a bit. "Hey, if you did that, I doubt we’d make it to the beach…." he said smoothly as his food finally came. He thanked the waitress and settled in to start eating.
"What did you end up doing all day?"
"Maybe we should test these things out when we go home. You know, just to make sure." he suggests with a smirk. "Then I'll definitely add it to the list. I think we'll manage to get enough tourist time in though. You always hold out on me until you feel like you've seen enough of a place."
"Gym, picked up some groceries, went for a climb, took Otto to the groomers, and ran in to Charlie Adams from the mansion." he mutters the last part as he eats.
He rolled his eyes at the gesture, just to mess with him. He kind of knew Fox would do it, so he couldn’t actually be mad at him. “You can never have enough clothes,” he smirked. “Plus, I bought a few special things that I’m sure my husband will approve of,” he shrugged. “Unless, he wants to complain some more and I’ll just go and return them all.”
"Special things?" he raises a brow interested as to what could be in one of the many shopping bags. "I'm not complaining I was only commenting." he shrugs making a face not wanting anything to be returned in case. "Next time I'll plan our trip around a nude beach in Brazil so you wont have to fuss so much over what you'll wear."