THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Nov 23, 2020 20:08:33 GMT
Fingers smudged with whatever the hell had been in that alleyway, knuckles scraped at almost every joint, shook hard enough that he could barely keep a grip on his key. Over a decade of doing this and the reaction never got any easier. How the hell Frank had gone into combat on a daily basis was beyond him. This one huge dose of adrenalin and he was barely holding it together.
Theo cursed as the keys slipped, rattling down the front of the door to crash against the hardwood floor of the hallway. He sucked in a breath, felt it quiver in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the hand reaching for them as he crouched. Bloody. Smudges of rust red along with the dirt. No wonder given what had happened in that hallway.
It had been a massacre.
Frank might’ve called that hyperbole but how in the hell did you explain someone pulled apart like a broken mannequin. A girl, young and pretty, smeared with blood, chewing on the dismembered arm like a turkey leg. A blood rimmed mouth that had been cutting enough all on its own to have taken that guy’s arm off. Frank sucked in another breath, fisting his hand hard enough around the keys this time to have them biting into the palm of his hand.
Bad. Bad enough that his brain still couldn’t cope with it in more than flashes. Her teeth gleaming dark in the dark, her snapping her voice that had wrung something close to hysteria out of him. He should’ve known it was gonna tear him up by how long it had taken to really hit but he hadn’t anticipated it, never did. And really? What was he meant to do? Chain himself up in the apartment every time the voices started their whispers in his brain. Like that would stifle the scream in his throat or let him shrug off what he’d been told was his family’s gift.
If it really was a gift it should’ve been possible to give it back instead of it being impossible to ignore.
This time he thrust the key home, twisted it double handed until the door swung in and he was gingerly stepping inside. Theo propped himself against the hallway wall with one hand, used the other to push the door closed. It wasn’t until he had a hand propped on both the wall and the door, his head hung between them that he realised he hadn’t needed to open both locks, hadn’t even tried it on autopilot.
Freyja. Christ. He sucked in another breath, his hand hanging lower between his shoulders as his breath whistled in and out. She’d stayed over last night, they’d had plans for tonight too, a part two on the sleep over, maybe actually making the end of the movie tonight. He hadn’t checked the time, not after he’d gotten away from the girl, hadn’t even gone back to his office. It had been a stumble to the car, his hands shaking badly enough at that point that there was probably scratches carved down to the metal work on the door. A drive home that probably rated pretty highly on the dangerous driving scale.
Theo straightened up, sniffing in a breath, running the back of his hand over his mouth. How was he gonna explain this? It wasn’t like he’d gone into their first date with an announcement that he was a damn banshee, screaming out a new death every week. He swallowed hard, almost tasting blood in his throat. ”Freyja?” he called out, his throat rusty. A stumble on campus? He’d tried rescuing some cat out of an alleyway only to have had it turn on him? Nothing fit, there was no easy explanation for the fact that he’d been rolling around in that alleyway with a dead body and the girl who’d been eating him, not without scaring the crap out of the one person you didn’t want to do that to.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Nov 24, 2020 2:33:20 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Eventually, though, she’d dragged herself out of bed and changed into the clothes she’d worn the day before, and got herself home. She’d taken care of Grim before showering and rushing to work, and from then on it was a constant routine of staring at numbers, writing reports and continuously glancing at the clock. She couldn’t go back over to Theo’s too early, Grim needed a walk before bed, but she did want to start dinner in time for him to be home. This was new, and part of her still felt a little weird going to his place when he wasn’t there and cooking for him, but she just hoped he would tell her if he wasn’t okay with it. They weren’t even technically official yet, they hadn’t had that conversation, and she also really didn’t know how it was supposed to go. Her relationship with Sam had lasted forever, and college had only really been about partying for her.
But, Theo was sweet, and so she wasn’t too worried. They’d tread lightly, keep having fun, and reconvene if it stopped being fun. She wasn’t rushing into anything, just continuing to enjoy her time with him.
After work, she skimmed the internet for recipes, and decided on chili with some really nice bread she could grab from the store. She’d bought all the groceries necessary before returning home, fulfilling her responsibilities, and then heading off to Theo’s.
Freyja let herself in with her key, and then went to the kitchen, dumping all the bags onto the counter, save for her backpack. She brought that to Theo’s bedroom and set it down on the floor (next to the side she’d claimed), before going back to the kitchen to start the chili. She followed the recipe she’d printed out, not wanting to mess anything up, despite the fact that she knew she was a horrendous cook. She’d warned Theo previously, though, so it was up to him whether or not he chose to poison himself.
Freyja slipped the bread into the oven before she went back to Theo’s bedroom, stripping herself of everything except for her underwear and the cross necklace she always wore. And, even though she’d brought clothes to sleep in, she chose to sift through his drawer instead, pulling out a dark t-shirt and slipping it on. Just as her blonde hair popped out from the hole in the fabric, she heard the door open, and Theo call out to her.
‘Freyja?’
His voice already warned that something was the matter, but she chose not to jump to conclusions during the split second it took for her to come out of the room. Then she saw him, and she allowed herself to leap into the worst possible ideas, already sick with worry. “Theo? What happened?”
He was covered in muck, his knuckles were bloody, and he looked like he’d gone through hell and back. He was shaking like a leaf, and all Freyja could do to quell him was rush over and wrap him up in her arms, raising onto her toes to curl her limbs around his shoulders, one hand moving to cradle the back of his head. “Hey, shh, you’re okay.” She whispered, holding him for a moment before she stepped back, her palms sliding down his arms to capture his hands in her smaller ones. She eyed them carefully as she took his keys from him, assessing the damages he’d taken. The worst of it seemed to be mental, honestly, but she wanted to take care of his open wounds before anything else.
Freyja looked back up into his eyes, “Come on, we need to clean these. Have you got any rubbing alcohol?” She asked, gently slipping her hands around his, and beginning to step backwards, leading him to the bathroom. She dropped his keys on the counter on the way, guiding him past the threshold to the washroom. “Or… maybe you should just hop in the shower. The warm water would probably make you feel better. Relax your muscles,” If he was going to shower, she wasn’t going to let him go alone. Despite her first reaction being to fix the problem in the most logical way possible, she was still worried, and all she wanted to do was be there for him; calm him and hold him, and be there for him for whatever it was that he was going through.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Nov 24, 2020 19:52:27 GMT
Coming back to himself after one of his fugue states always felt a little like emerging from a coma. Something rough had happened to you, you knew you weren’t the same as you had been the last moment you were aware but everything was still shrouded in enough of a mist that you couldn’t quite put it all together. For years he’d handled that on his own, rarely with Frank, rarer still with cops when he’d stuck around to see the … aftermath … of his heralding of death.
Hot showers, his skull still feeling like it was vibrating on a microscopic level as he propped himself against the tiles and the scalding water driving awareness back into his icy bones. Curling in bed afterwards, a fetal ball, eyes clamped shut, trying to drive the now clear memories back into those murky depths of his skull. Cold comfort, but for good reason.
Freyja’s presence was adjusting the schedule. Had done since that morning, an added nudge, a complication perhaps but one he’d held on to when the voices had started last night. An anchor he hadn’t wanted to cut free when he’d had to get up to go to work. Her hand swatting his ass, nudging him out into the tide when she’d settled back down in his bed. A nudge out into the tide knowing he would glide back to her tonight.
Theo felt an ache deep in his chest as he stood there, hands on the walls, the strength to straighten up and play all of this off with a laugh. He was fine, a little stumble in the dark. Maybe he’d talk her into playing nurse for him, kissing those scrapes better. Babying him. God it had its appeal but a look at his hands as he heard Freya padding out of his bedroom had bile rushing up the back of his throat. The bitterness washing away the coppery tang of blood.
Blue eyes shut for a moment before he tilted his head to look at her. God he’d brought this back to her. She was standing there in probably very little other than one of his t-shirts, bare limbs, hair mussed from pulling the t-shirt on he guessed.
The tremors continued, intensified in the pit of his stomach as he drew himself upright. Theo sucked in a breath, turning into her. His arms slipped around her waist, his head dropping to her shoulder, the silky of her neck brushing his cheek as he just let himself breathe her in. He steadied just a little, letting his lips press against Freyja’s shoulder for a heartbeat before he managed a hoarse, bordering on hysterical snort. ”You’re gonna get this all over you,” he warned. His head ducked and he had to swallow the bile back again as he saw the smear of blood down the front of his shirt.
Shaking his head, his face palm under the thick, dark growth of his beard, Theo winced as Freyja caught his hands in hers. All that he didn’t want to touch her on that porcelain skin, a stain he wasn’t sure he would see washed away. ”I had a little trouble on campus,” he started weakly. Frank had been mugged in town a couple of weeks ago, had played it off as nothing major but a punk getting the drop on his highly trained brother had ratcheted his anxiety level for days. ”A fight, I tried to…” Come up with a better lie about what had happened.
He let her take his keys, couldn’t have tightened his hands around them if he’d tried. Theo mutely let her take his hands this time, went with her as though he had no way to put the breaks on if he’d even tried to. ”There’s a kit in the bathroom cabinet. Frank’s usually the one who needs it. Never could get his face out of the way of a fist…” He was drifting he told himself, trying to steer the subject away from whose blood he was covered in. ”Hey…” Theo breathed, he stopped there on the tile, hands slipping from Freyja’s, still shaking violently as he brought them up to slip exhaustedly over his face for just a moment before he dropped them. ”You,” he told her with a shake of his head before he reached for her again. She was what he needed, more than the shower, more than hours spent hibernating in the dark of his bedroom trying to escape the echoes. Theo’s throat ached but he drew her back in, his head dropping into the crook of her neck again, his arms going around her, holding her tight as his fingers fluttered against her back and the tears of relief started to burn in his eyes.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Nov 29, 2020 0:49:42 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
A fight? Surely he’d tried to break it up, and hadn’t actually been involved in it. She wasn’t sure if she could see Theo getting into the middle of it, but she definitely could not see him actually being in a fight. He was too soft; a fact she’d teased him about enough times, though it was something she truly loved about him.
He talked about his brother as she led him into the bathroom, and while she loved hearing about his family, and learning every bit of information she could about him, this wasn’t about Frank. This was about Theo, and the fact that he looked like he was about ready to blow away if a draft even threatened to blow through the apartment. But she didn’t comment on it, and she only let go of his hand for a moment to reach past the shower curtain and turn the water on.
‘Hey…’
Freyja looked back at Theo, and up at his face. He needed her, more than anything, it seemed, especially as he embraced her. Freyja wrapped her arms around his shoulders and took him in, one hand drawing up to cradle the back of his head into her shoulder. She threaded her fingers through his hair, beginning to gently massage his scalp and play with his hair lightly, wanting to do anything to soothe him. “I’m here.” She whispered, “I’ll always be here.” Maybe it was too much; too early and too heavy for them. But, at that point, Freyja could care less about what was ‘acceptable’. She knew she’d do absolutely anything to make Theo feel better, and she wanted him to know that. She was there through the happy stuff, and she’d stick around for this, too.
His frame crowded around her own, but Freyja did her best to shelter him in her arms. She held him there for what felt like forever, not making any attempts to move. The water was still running, warming up, because she was going to drag him in there to get him clean━she wanted to get rid of all the dirt before it caused an infection, and see if any of the blood was coming from him━from more than just his knuckles. But she’d hold him in there, too. She wasn’t letting go.
Freyja slipped her hands down to the bottom of his shirt, peeling it up and off of his torso, then letting it fall to the floor. “We can stand in the shower,” She mumbled her explanation, not letting him do anything more than stand there and hang onto her once she’d gotten both of their shirts off. Freyja undid his bottom layer delicately, pushing down his jeans and underwear until they fell by themselves, and then doing her own, next. She took his hearing aids out last, being as gentle and as slow as she could be. She’d seen him take them out a handful of times, and while it didn’t seem that difficult, she didn’t want to do more to shake him up.
Once they were out and on the counter, she laid her hands on his biceps and guided him into the shower, facing him and letting the spray hit his back. She hoped it would help; the warm water, the silence, the steam, and her arms. If it didn’t, she didn’t know what she could do━other than going out, finding whoever did this to Theo, and beating the living shit out of them. But she was probably going to do that anyways.
Freyja slid her hands up his arms, to his shoulders, and then to his hair again. She pushed the now-wet strands back and away from his face before her palms went to cup his cheeks, looking into his eyes and silently vowing to never, ever let anybody hurt him like this. She didn’t know what had happened━she wasn’t sure if she’d ever know━but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t going to happen again.
She guided his face down as she turned her chin up, kissing him as gently and as lovingly as she possibly could, and silently sealing the oath she’d taken.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Nov 29, 2020 19:43:13 GMT
God, if she had any clue what it was that was all over him, she would’ve cared. He cared. This was never something he’d intended to bring back to Freyja. This was a big enough stain on his own life, a burden that weighed like damn anvil around his neck sometimes.
Theo shook his head, fingers hovering an inch away from her for a moment before he’d given in and allowed himself to cling. It was all he wanted to do, to draw in breaths that only smelt of her, to just stand and feel her warmth, the silk of her hair on his face, those tiny sensations that had pushed everything else away since their first date.
He hadn’t needed to lie then, but now the words were tripping off of his lips, stinging at a throat left raw by the screams that had been torn out of him. A fight. Like he hadn’t been in enough growing up to just try and swing and get over it. A dead end in the maze of untruths that he was sure he’d get trapped in the minute he steadied enough that Freyja was going to feel comfortable in worming the truth out of him. Carrying on layering it on Theo knew he was only digging himself deeper but the words were spilling out, dragging Frank into it like a mention of his brother would give it some sort of validity.
The babbling cut off as they reached the bathroom, his one word stopping his weak ass explanation and Freyja’s train of thought as she reached past him to turn the shower on. Letting out a long breath, he dragged his hands over his face, catching her eye as she turned to look back at him. Theo swallowed hard, his throat aching as he pulled her back against him. ”I forgot you were meant to be,” he whispered. The first bit of truth out of his mouth since he’d walked in the door. ”I almost cried when I realised you were.” The tears were sure as hell burning in his eyes now as he shut them, her promise unexpected but wrapping fingers around something deep in his chest and pulling hard. Always. Weighty but so wanted at that moment.
Theo breathed through his nose, one cheek against the soft cotton that had already picked up her scent, the other rubbing the scruff of his beard against her neck. Tears breaking over his lashes at the feel of her fingers in his hair, stroking lightly, soothingly. He drew back as Freyja tugged his shirt up, blinking hard to sniff the tears back. ”It might be more you holding me up than me standing,” he admitted, trying to work a thin thread of humour through words that might not’ve been as much of a lie as he was trying to make it seem. He stood like a statue, filthy, bloodied hands held out to the sides as Freyja peeled his jeans and boxers down, kicking out of his boots only at the last minute. He usually would’ve quipped about her getting naked for him but the words stuck in his throat, burned there as she reached up to take his hearing aids out. The fact that she’d remembered was one more thing hammering at his heart in time with the tremors running through him.
In an instant the world went silent. He couldn’t hear his heartbeat whooshing through his skull anymore, or the hammer of the hot water on the tiles. Blue eyes rose to her, his lips quivering in gratitude as he felt the first patter of water on top of his head. Theo tipped his head back, let it was over his face for a moment. He lifted his hands, skimmed them over his face, over the top of his head, hissing as the water hit skinned knuckles, then Freyja’s hands were there, taking over. Fingers running over his arms, steadying the twitching muscles in their wake, over his shoulders, reaching up to push his wet hair back from where it had been plastered against his face. His eyes opened as she guided his face down, fluttered shut again as he lost himself in the kiss.
For a moment it was that white bliss, Freyja’s warmth, her strength burning through his veins, washing away all that he’d seen, leaving a relief in their wake that finally had a sob wracking through him. This time when the tears came they spilled down his cheeks, lost in the tracks of grime and coppery tinged water. He held on to her, his mouth blindly seeking hers again as the sobs subsided and he just shuddered with the feel of the weight lifting off of him. Weakly he hung his head, his hands moving slowly, stiffly, as the water dripped pink from knuckles barked on the alley walls. ”I’m sorry,” he signed. Repeated the sign twice, three times. ”Tonight wasn’t meant to be like this. I was planning on only seeing half of another film before I distracted you. I was gonna tell you what happened in the end once we slipped out of bed to eat the rest of dinner cold.” Instead the food was a distant memory, he’d destroyed their plans for the evening. Broken in Freyja’s arms until he felt apologies were the only thing he could offer up.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 1, 2020 18:59:06 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
He began to sign to her, and while it was simple━a few clockwise circles on his chest━she worried for a moment about communicating with him this way. Freyja had asked him to teach her, though their ‘lessons’ mostly consisted of her beginning to distract him after a few minutes. She had trouble just sitting there and watching, especially when he always looked so cute━lips always seeming like they were begging to be kissed. Despite never lasting long, though, she’d been learning ASL on her own time. She put aside time every weekend to learn, and on weekdays when she wasn’t at Theo’s. She was getting better at it, but it was different than learning a spoken language━or, at least, that’s what people online said━Freyja herself couldn’t speak anything other than English. Either way, she wasn’t yet comfortable, and the nervousness began to bubble up in her stomach as he began.
She caught his wrist, though, when it seemed that he was becoming frantic, or couldn’t forgive himself. She released her hold after a moment, and closely watched his hands, catching pieces of what he was saying and bringing them together to form sentences. It made her feel like shit━like she should’ve been better at this by now. Even if she was wrong about that, and shouldn’t have been feeling sorry for herself when it was clearly Theo who needed all of her love and attention, she still didn’t want him to apologize. He had nothing to apologize for, and Freyja didn’t want him feeling like he ever needed to say sorry for coming to her.
Freyja’s eyes went up to Theo’s, smiling sadly at him. She’d hoped they could’ve had another night full of half-watched movies and their hands all over one another, but this was okay, too. She cherished every moment that brought them closer to each other.
“Don’t apologize. It’s okay.” She signed back to him, though the movements were slow, and took her longer than she would’ve liked.
Freyja slipped her hands back into his own bruised and cut up ones before she raised them to her lips, giving each of his fingers gentle kisses, careful to avoid his wounds. She wanted him to know that this was truly okay, that she didn’t mind standing with him and holding him until he felt better. Her arms went back around his body, over his biceps to keep him somewhat locked in her hold. Fingers on the back of his head once more, bringing their bodies together.
After a moment, though, she thought of what he’d said. Dinner. And, a second later, she smelt it━the bread she’d left to broil. Freyja’s head shot back, staring at Theo with wide eyes. Her index finger went up quickly, telling him that she’d be back in a second as she slipped out of the shower and then ran, dripping wet and completely naked, to the oven full of smoke.
Freyja yelped a quick, “Shit, shit, shit,” to herself as she turned off the oven and pulled the door open, grabbing a mit before she took out the pan and tossed it down onto the cutting board. Within seconds the smoke alarm started blaring, and she grabbed a tea towel, bolting to the middle of the apartment and began waving wildly at it on the ceiling. She really wished her abilities to control fire worked for smoke, too, so she could figure it all out and be able to get back to Theo in the shower as fast as possible.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 3, 2020 23:30:39 GMT
The first time she’d ever kissed him the world had melted away. His hearing aids had been on in Di Marco’s, two seconds before Theo knew would’ve heard a pin drop at the next table, but as Freyja had levered herself up out of her chair, the sleeves of his jacket falling down to cover his hands, and kissed him everything else had faded out. The world shrinking down to the woman who’d only grown more incredible with every passing moment he was with her.
He couldn’t tell her but Freyja had been on his mind in that alleyway as the girl had shoved him up against the wall. The thought that he’d never be here with her again terrifying him enough to cut through whatever she’d been trying to do to him. Freyja was the one with the power, the one making the bright, bladed edges of the nightmare soften and float away now. He curled his fingers around her waist now, not bothered about the filth washing away from them, his heartbeat slowing as he melted into the kiss, chased that feeling of the world whiting out like it would blot everything out. Pouring relief and gratitude and what he was pretty sure was bordering on love if not all the way there into the kiss until he started to steady again.
Stepping back Theo began to explain, hands stumbling over his apology, not just once but multiple times, the sign desperate until he slipped away from it. Not too fast, although not the plodding patient way he’d taught her from the start, words spilling over one another, tumbling in his head. They’d practised, the usual first signs, every filthy thing he’d been able to come up with to make her laugh, trailing into the serious as they’d spent moments of their time together getting Freyja to the point where she could understand him with or without the hearing aids in.
Theo swallowed hard, the tears still burning in red rimmed eyes as he looked miserably down at her. Her eyes were on his hands, her understanding of parts of what he was saying visible in her face maybe. Dark brows furrowed as she looked up at him, the sadness in her smile making him feel even more like this was a nail in a coffin he hadn’t wanted to see for four or five decades. Hazel eyes searched her face, blinked hard as she signed back at him. ”I ruined our night, I had a full on melt down, it’s not okay. I’m sorry.” He’d cried to her, clung to her like he was a sobbing child, desperate for some reassurance that the world wasn’t coming to an end.
Mutely he let her cut him off, her smaller hands slipping into his to raise them up to his lips. Hell, his chest ached with what he felt for her as she touched her lips to each of his fingers, avoiding the scrapes deliberately, soothing. Letting out a long breath, Theo melted back against her, relishing the feel of her hands running over his arms, up the back of his head, drawing him in and down until his cheek was on top of her head, his fingers trying the length of her bare back, a slow rhythm to quiet a heart rate that had to have been approaching heart attack levels in that alleyway.
Staying there for the rest of the night didn’t feel like it would’ve been so bad but then Freyja was pulling back, staring up at him with wide green eyes before her finger shot up. He let his hands drop to her hips and then flashed a quick sign. ”What’s wrong?” She didn’t explain though, just held a finger up and was gone in a flash, not even bothering to grab a towel. Mutely, Theo twisted in the shower, watching her go, utterly distracted from his breakdown by that view. He stepped back slowly when she was out of sight, reaching for the shower gel to squeeze it into his palms. It stung like a bitch as he scrubbed it into his hands, over his face, everywhere the girl had touched him and every inch he could reach like it would help melt it away.
Freyja wasn’t back when the water washed the suds from his face. Theo frowned, hating the fact that he couldn’t hear any of what was going on outside. He turned the shower off, reaching for the hearing aids as soon as he stepped out, before he wrapped a towel around his hips. Bad move. The smoke alarm was shrieking. Dinner. She’d been in the kitchen when he’d come back, had been too distracted by him shattering to turn off whatever she’d been doing. Biting his bottom lip, Theo padded into the kitchen. He winced, the noise shrill and almost painful through the devices in his ears. ”I guess maybe we should’ve ordered pizza in,” he called over the shrieking alarm. There was still a trace of apology on his face as he craned up on tiptoes to hit the mute button.
Dropping back down from the balls of his feet he waved a hand in front of his face, wafting the smoke away. A smile tugged at his lips, he should’ve still been shaking like a leaf but if anything had jolted him out of his fumbling catatonic state it was the sight of her standing there, naked as a jaybird, waving that towel around in an attempt to stop the consequences of his wrecking dinner. ”You’re beautiful when you’re trying to burn my apartment down,” he breathed, reaching for the other end of the towel to pull her in. ”What did I make you destroy?” The tremor was still there as he wrapped his arms around his hips but the violence in it had gone, smothered by the wave of affection and the warmth of her against him.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 5, 2020 4:49:11 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Either way, she let him pull her in, smiling with her chin tilted up so that she could continue looking at him, and that face that she adored, now clean and not looking like he’d rolled around in dirt while sweating his ass off. She liked looking at it no matter what state, but she much preferred when he looked like he was doing okay. However, his voice told a different story, and it made Freyja soften again, the fire alarm having caused her to go rigid and tense. But she was melting into him within seconds, her hands going up to toss the tea towel around the back of his neck and grab the other side, using her leverage on him to pull him in for another kiss. His stupid question could wait━he hadn’t destroyed anything, and she wanted to strangle him with that towel for even suggesting it. Freyja tossed the towel behind her and onto the counter once it had served its purpose━which hadn’t been by strangling Theo.
She was freezing now, though, after having her predicament dealt with. He was warm━from the shower and just because, and it only made her draw nearer, squishing her chest to his in an attempt to get impossibly closer. Her hands slipped down as she reluctantly pulled her lips from his, giving him a mischievous smile as she tugged his towel free from between them, and stole it right off his body. Freyja lifted her arms and wrapped the towel around her shoulders, her thumbs holding the corners of it, attempting to pull it around the both of them the best she could. It wasn’t nearly big enough, but she was able to put her hands on his biceps, and she figured that made him lucky━in the least serious and most playful way possible; it was her towel now.
“You didn’t destroy anything,” She spoke finally, after having pressed in from thighs to shoulders, and laying the side of her face down onto his chest. “I tried to make chili, it was my fault for cooking. Put the bread on broil, it would’ve been fine if I hadn’t.” Freyja sighed, and then gave up on the towel, letting it go so it pooled around their feet. Now she was free to wrap her arms around him, which was all she wanted to do; hold him and give him comfort.
“I’m sure the chili’s still gonna be edible, but I cooked it, so we’re better off ordering in.” She let her fingers trace up his shoulders softly, to the sides of his neck, and then slipped them into his hair. It wasn’t as soft and comforting when his hair was wet, at least not on her end, but she really didn’t mind either way. She was just happy to be there with him. “Let’s go lay down,” Freyja whispered to him, finding nothing more comforting than the idea of them curling up under the covers and holding one another until the sun came up.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
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ANGE
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 8, 2020 20:13:56 GMT
She’d always been able to make him laugh but every time the sound had escaped him tonight he’d found it tinged with hysteria. Now it was just husky, his voice feeling rusty in his throat as his ears continued to echo with the sound of the alarm even though he’d muted it. Theo found his smile steadying as he wrapped the tea towel around his bloodied knuckles for a moment. ”It’s a good thing it’s you. I wouldn’t want freshmen fainting in every lesson.” There was a slivery of honesty to his voice, a sudden realisation that getting out of that alleyway wasn’t his luckiest moment this year, this decade, it was Freyja.
The ache in his throat was still there, the tremor in his hands a fine ripple of nerve and muscle now instead of the wracking motions that had left his hands next to useless when he’d gotten back. Theo let go of the towel, allowed her to toss it around his neck and rope him in as she settled against him. ”You’re way too good for me,” he whispered against her lips, letting her settle him into that kiss. Each second with his eyes closed and Freyja’s lips brushing his so tenderly beat back that darkness, pushed the image of the girl deeper into his mind. It would come back, they always did, but not now.
He’d had someone waiting for him at home. Someone who’d become home.
The tea towel whipped past him, leaving the acreage of potential cover shrinking rapidly to the towel around his hips. He wasn’t complaining about it but bare damp skin in his apartment, that was gonna make one of them shiver in other less fun way. Theo drew her in, sliding his arms up from her waist to her chest, giving her the room to … ”Hey!” he snorted, his protest falling on deaf ears as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders poncho style instead, stretching it about as far as his biceps. Covering nothing but her back and ass.
Theo sighed, trailing his hands down to cup terry cloth clad hips, trailing fingers down firm curves, trailing back up again as Freyja laid her head on her chest. He dipped his head, kissing her wet hair, then her forehead. ”The bread would probably argue that,” he quipped dryly. He sighed, swaying slightly as Freyja let the towel drop and slipped her arms around him. ”It would’ve been great. Chili’s my favourite. It’ll still be fine. The bread had its Viking funeral … we can do without it.” Clucking his tongue, he drew back just far enough to mock frown at her as she trailed her fingers up into his hair. ”Later,” he promised about the food. His appetite had been obliterated by the scene in the alleyway, the scent of cremated bread not helping to reawaken it. Eventually his body would scream for him to put something in it and he’d talk her into a meat lover’s pizza, would eat it with Freyja wrapped around himself like this.
God she knew what he needed, pulled it out of the air, out of his mind like a psychic. That mule kick struck him in the chest again as he trailed his fingers back down Freyja’s ribcage, stooped slightly as he wrapped his hands around her outer thighs, boosting her up into his arms. ”Did I ever tell you how glad I am you can read minds?” he asked, honesty ringing in his voice as he wrapped his arms around her hips, one forearm under her ass, the other hand trailing her hip for a moment. Turning towards his bedroom, Theo kicked the towel out of the way. The sigh that rolled this time lifted his chest against hers, his hazel eyes serious as they rose to hers. ”I need to tell you what happened. You deserve that much considering you just had to put me back together.” He’d been about to tell her in the shower, had choked the words off as she’d bolted. He couldn’t see the bed behind her, moved on muscle memory alone to sink down on it on his knees. One hand flailed to find the edges of the covers as he set Freyja’s behind down on it with a bump, that ripple of anxiety rolling the length of his spine as he crawled into it behind her.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 10, 2020 21:08:45 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
By the time she’d stolen the towel, he was cracking jokes again, and Freyja chuckled gently, having an overwhelming feeling of relief rush through her. If he could crack jokes, then he was getting better━or so she hoped. Either way, it was a massive improvement to what he’d been like when he’d come in earlier.
‘Did I ever tell you how glad I am you can read minds?’
Freyja laughed a little louder as she was hoisted up into his arms, her own going around his shoulders, legs curling around his waist to hang onto him. She tried to push away the thoughts of how manly and hot that was━the fact that he could lift her up with no hesitation, and how he just did it. One hand traced down to his bicep while the other stayed in his hair, giving the muscle a gentle squeeze and nearly melting over the firmness that fought back.
She figured, though, that it was better to focus on her attraction to him rather than the first thought, which was, ‘I can’t but my brother and mom can’. It had made it especially hard to lie to her mother growing up, but it had taught her the importance of honesty. And Bo, before he’d died, always knew what she was thinking even if she was too scared to say it━that was part of the reason they’d been so close. But she couldn’t tell Theo any of that, and she didn’t know if she ever could. Maybe one day, if they stayed together long enough and decided to start a family, she’d have to say something. But not now, and especially not in that moment.
Freyja traced her other hand back up to his hair and dipped her head between her shoulders, kissing him deeply. She didn’t think about the fact that she could’ve distracted him and they would’ve both been tumbling down━she couldn’t think about anything other than wanting to press her lips to his.
She pulled her head away once they reached the bed, looking over her shoulder to make sure she wouldn’t be impaled by anything, or knock her head off the wall. But he was being careful with her, so gentle and sweet, even with everything that had just happened. “You don’t have to tell me anything,” She said first, not to discourage him from doing so, but wanting him to know that he didn’t owe her for this. Freyja grabbed the edges of the covers and held them up so that he could slide in after her, pulling them over their bodies once he was settled. She laid on her side and moved in close, pressing back onto him for the warmth, hoping to soothe the goosebumps that had spread over her skin. “Not if you don’t want to. I don’t deserve anything for being there for you━it’s what I’m here for,” Freyja lifted her hands to his cheeks, cupping them gently. She looked into his eyes, another gentle, encouraging smile coming to her lips. “And I want to be here for you, just like you’d be for me if the roles were reversed.” Her thumbs brushed lightly over his cheekbones, eyes trailing down to where her pale skin contrasted against his dark beard. “We can just lay here until we fall asleep, if you want,” She offered, leaning in to press her lips to one cheek softly, and then slowly to the other. She’d do anything she could to soothe him, to continue pushing those pieces back together until he felt whole again. She’d lay there with him forever if it would promise her Theo’s happiness again; to see him smile and laugh as he always did.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 22, 2020 19:41:41 GMT
It would’ve been hokey as shit to say that continually dealing with the dead made you appreciate life but when he’d stood in that alleyway tonight with the siren up in his face, threatening to strip away both free will and flesh, all he’d wanted was to be here. A desperate need to see Freyja one more time that had added to the quakes running through his shattering sanity and his body when he’d got back here.
He breathed that out in his words to her, trying to pour some truth in them even if he couldn’t tell her exactly why, exactly what had happened out there to him tonight. Theo swallowed hard, touching his lips to hers, eyes squeezing tight, burning beneath their lids as he felt her shake her head. Oh, God, it was the absolute truth and he knew it, even if Freyja couldn’t see it.
That sense of luck remained in his chest even as the grim ran away with the water from his skin. It couldn’t been an empty apartment, that lingering feeling of hollowness but instead she cocooned him with white terry cloth and that wise cracking affection that had started him tumbling even before their first date. He wanted to fill the space with her, wanted to hunker under the covers for the rest of the night with those fingers wandering through his hair and her lips tracing over his skin, a balm for the still ragged nerves beneath his skin. Her laughter slid like silk over him, those hands clinging to him as he settled her against him. Theo felt her fingers in his hair, a purring sound rumbling in his throat at her squeeze of his bicep as he swayed for a moment. It tailed off as Freyja kissed him again, going deep enough to white out whatever had been in his mind for a moment. He let himself sink into it, his breath whispering out as he staggered blind through his apartment.
He felt her twist in his arms once they reached the bedroom, spotting her landing even as he knelt to set her down carefully. Theo knelt on the edge of the bed, knees spread, fists knuckled to hold him up as she slid into that cocoon. His lips pressed together as he shook his head. ”It’s not have,” he admitted hoarsely. ”It’s want. It’s need. I don’t want you worrying about what scared the crap out of me.” He didn’t want her to worry about him but Theo knew he couldn’t strip that way, not after the way he’d crawled back in here, shaking himself to pieces, unable to get the words out then. Crawling forward, he slid in after her, scooting in as she moved in to him. He shifted, head propped on the heavy pillows as Freyja’s hands cupped his cheeks. ”Oh you do,” he breathed. You didn’t make a relationship last with lies or secrets and he already had enough of those he was having to keep here.
His hand slid down, fingers curving around her thigh to draw her leg up over his hip. Theo settled himself in, his own leg between hers. He turned his head, brushing his lips over her palms. ”I would,” he promised hoarsely. He just hoped he never had to, couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her fall apart the way he had. Theo smiled slightly as she leaned in to touch her lips to one cheek and then the other. ”I need to get it out or it’s not gonna let go,” he admitted hoarsely. His hand slid up from her hip, brushing back and forth across her ribs as the back of his throat burned again. ”I went to leave work. Left my office, got downstairs and I …” Walked on autopilot to an alleyway to find a girl chewing on the dismembered parts of a man who’d been foolish enough to fall for her. Theo sniffed, closing his eyes and leaning into her touch for a moment. ”Heard something in an alleyway and there was a girl. I don’t know what happened before but … it was .. it was vicious. I tried to step in and it was too late. They … they disappeared … all of them. I didn’t what to do.” His shoulders shrugged, the vicious shaking replaced by a bone deep weariness. There was never anything he could do, by the time he showed it was always too late.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 24, 2020 4:38:49 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Her brow furrowed as she listened intently, trying to piece together his story. She wasn’t going to push for more, not when he was like this, or when he felt that he had to tell her. She trusted him to get out what he needed to, what he had to to allow the memory of it to begin to fade. Asking for details seemed tactless and unnecessary when she was sure that all Theo needed was to feel safe and not alone.
To Freyja, it sounded as though he’d walked into multiple guys attacking a girl, and that men had… disappeared, as Theo said. It didn’t have to be as graphic as she originally assumed, but she couldn’t see how anything less would have upset him this much. Whatever had happened, she was sure that he’d handled it━he wouldn’t have left without doing the right thing; without helping this girl out. His empathy was astounding, though━he’d been so shaken by the scene that he’d returned home like… this. But it was sweet, and something she really loved about him.
“It’s okay,” Freyja whispered first, because it seemed like the right thing to say. She shifted one of her hands up only a few inches, letting her thumb trace over his eyebrow. She let it knead back and into his temple lightly, leaning in again to kiss him as gently as she could manage. But she didn’t pull away that time━not too far, at least, staying close enough to still feel his breath on her skin.
He’d come home bloody and dirty, though. He'd mentioned a fight before━had he fought them off? Maybe he was less of a bystander than she’d originally gathered from his story, and had hopped right into the scene to save the victim. She didn’t want to assume, and she certainly didn’t want to say the wrong thing and do nothing to support him.
“You’re safe now. You’re home, and I’m here, and I won't let anything happen to you.” Freyja might’ve been small, but she’d fight tooth and nail to protect her man. She could’ve continued on with threats about how she’d vanquish the enemies that had become her own when they’d tried to mess with Theo, but instead she chose to curl her arms around his head, softly guiding him to the spot just under her jaw. Freyja cradled him there, resting her chin on the top of his head while her fingertips continued to move through his hair, playing with it lightly, soothingly.
"I promise." She added in a whisper.
Her eyes squeezed closed for a moment, heart starting to break at the idea of anything bad happening to him. It had crept back in suddenly, and all she wanted, for a moment, was for them to stay in this little bubble forever. Nobody could touch them here, they’d stay warm in each other’s arms until the ends of their days.
It wasn’t possible, of course. Freyja knew that, but she let herself dwell on the idea for a little while, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before snuggling her cheek into it.
Safe. She'd keep him safe.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 28, 2020 20:38:56 GMT
It made no sense as it tumbled out. Lies wrapped around the truth, barely containing the fear that tried to crawl beneath his skin again. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought to this to bed with them. He could’ve pushed it down into that box inside of him and for a time at least he was sure Freyja would’ve allowed him to. The questions would’ve burned there though, in those blue eyes that drank in everything and left him feeling stripped bare in the best way around her. Theo cleared his throat, soothing himself with the warmth and solidity of her under his palms and the feel of hers on his face. A shield against all of that … against her.
Licking dry lips Theo tried to work his way through the story. He could see Freyja’s brow furrowing though and wanted to ease it away with a fingertip and the assurance that he was fine now. Pick yourself up, shake yourself off, as if he had Frank’s ability to do just that. She let him ramble it all out, her fingers tracing the lines of his face, skimming one eyebrow, his temple before her lips found his again. Theo swallowed hard, shaking his head against her touch. ”Not for her,” he breathed. The words tried to stick hard as he changed the gender pronoun around. ”I … tried to stop them but they had me up against a wall, made sure I couldn’t do anything when they … they took her.” His gaze dropped, studying the scrapes still reddening his knuckles. He’d bear the marks of tonight for days, but even those physical reminders would be long gone while the psychological ones lingered. Theo shook his head slightly, nuzzling at her hands, pressing his lips back against hers. He didn’t want to think what it would’ve been like if what the siren had been trying to use on him had worked. It sent a shudder through him. Had him pulling Freyja that bit closer.
Her voice washed over him, soft and fierce at the same time, drawing a husky laugh from him as his eyes opened and fixed on hers again. Tiny but like dynamite. Strong enough to blow that greasy feeling out from under his skin with that one promise. ”Freyja, warrior princess,” he breathed. Theo let her draw him down to her, his face in that warm crook of her neck as his arm slid around her waist to draw her in to him. A gentle brush of his lips against her throat, that slow throb of her heart against them, the same as he felt through his chest in his sleep. His eyes slipped shut for a moment, his lashes brushing against her skin, one breath shuddering out, another. This was love, even if neither one of them had said it yet.
Theo let his fingertips flex softly against the divot of her spine, his hand sliding up and down her back slowly. It should’ve been the siren he saw in that darkness but it was all her. All Freyja. He drew in a breath that smelt of his own shower gel and her hair, barely overlaid with the tang of smoke. It took a hard swallow to find his voice again, a touch of his lips against her throat, her collar bone. He murmured into the dip of it, a thin trace of his usual humour caressing that delicate arch. ”You did turn off the chili right?” he asked. He drew in another breath, making a show of snuffling at her with absolutely no intention of allowing either one of them out of this bed until he’d fallen into the exhausted sleep his body screamed for with his warrior princess right there keeping him safe, her touch assuring him of it at every moment.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Dec 29, 2020 4:06:02 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Freyja had laughed gently when he called her ‘warrior princess’, but she felt the sound blubber up in her throat, eyes beginning to brim with tears until they were spilling over. She kept the sound of her crying silent, swallowing thickly as she stared at the wall across from them, one that had since become blurry. She didn’t want to take any of the attention from Theo; she was comforting him, and it would stay that way, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t unravelling at the way he joked even when he was falling apart. He had looked so broken, so absolutely terrified when he’d walked in, and she never wanted to see that look on his face again. If she had to, though, she knew she’d do this all over again if he needed it. She’d stay now, for as long as he wanted, and hold him until he started to feel like himself again.
Her fingertips continued tracing little shapes in his scalp, thumb kneading the space under his ear lightly, gently massaging the muscle.
‘You did turn off the chili right?’
Freyja barked out a laugh, the sound heavier and louder than she wanted it to be, sniffling straight afterwards. She reached her free hand up to quickly brush at her cheeks before it went back around his head, protecting him from the outside world. Anything that dared to hurt him.
She had forgotten the chili, though. She’d meant to turn it off after pulling out the bread, but he’d been there before she could manage it, looking all cute with his wet hair and a little towel. He’d distracted her, so it was his fault, really.
Finally, though, the tears began to slow. “Uh… I turned it down,” She smiled, angling her face down to smile against his hair, closing her eyes and resting there for a moment, working up the courage to speak again. “It’ll be fine while it’s simmering. Just… go to sleep, I’ll take care of it.” She whispered. Induction stovetops were a blessing, and Freyja’s mom said that they’d been invented just for her.
Her thumb traced back and forth on his hair while she continued to hold him, hoping that her comfort, and the warmth of their bodies, would make him feel okay again, even if for a moment━just so that he could fall asleep.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jan 6, 2021 18:01:31 GMT
It was his normal. The whispers that crept up on him, usually at the worst possible times. The building pressure in his skull that always left him feeling like something else was going to explode from it along with the scream. Things he was forced to see that he wouldn’t have wished on his worst enemy. Waking up out of the fugue state to come face to face with those nightmares. The staggered trip home and the tremors that wouldn’t entirely ease for days. They were his normal.
But they weren’t everything. Not now.
As the world had tried to shake itself apart with aftershocks Freyja had been there. Her touch a band aid, a balm. Without her he wouldn’t have been able to find the words to even half tell her what had happened or the strength to hold onto her. He would’ve been catatonic instead of settling into the safe harbour of his bed and her. There was no hysteria to his laugh as it rumbled out against Freyja’s throat, no frantic beat to his heart as he called her a warrior princess. God, she was one, it wouldn’t have mattered what the girl in the alleyway was doing Freyja would’ve been in her face, green eyes flashing fierce despite the danger. Letting out a breath, he closed his eyes, he would’ve been even more terrified but knowing that she would do it with him filled him with a feeling he hadn’t been able to say aloud yet.
He breathed her in as she laughed, nuzzled the warm crook of her throat as her fingers trailed familiar circles on his skin, in his hair. Safe. Settled. Only the thought of a repeat of the fire alarm debacle – although seeing Freyja buck ass naked and flapping a kitchen towel at the smoke alarm had its appeal – pulled him out of that cocoon. Theo kept a straight face as he sniffed at her throat, turning his head slightly as tough he was going to roll over and check. She was laughing though, the sound rapidly turning into a sniff that had him drawing back slightly.
Shit.
His hand went to rise up her back, fingertips scraping the line of her spine, then over her shoulder as concern bubbled but Freyja was already lifting her own hand to brush the tears away. She kept him anchored there, her fingers shielding before she dropped her head to brush her lips against his hair. ”Even if it’s burned to a crisp, we’ll eat it… I’ll eat it …” he promised. He’d ruined enough of their plans for the night as it was. He’d choked down enough bad food before, had lived through almost seven years of college and a couple of lab work where ramen, scalding hot but still partially crispy had been bolted down out of necessity. After that your stomach had to be immune.
Theo breathed out as Freyja began to move her thumb over his scalp again. The motion rhythmic, soothing. He made a low sound in his throat, agreement, contentment maybe, and settled himself back. A cheek against her shoulder, his lips nestled in the notch of her collarbones. His hand slipped back down to the base of her spine, fingertips tracing circles that slowed as exhaustion gradually started pulling him down.
He was safe here, safe with Freyja. Safe enough with the shield of her tiny body and the comforter around him for him to slip away into the darkness of sleep where the dreams had no chance against Freyja. His Warrior Princess.
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