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 Jan 19, 2021 2:51:15 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Freyja allowed herself to be playful moments later, though, going so far as licking the side of his face, and cackling after she’d done it. The drive after that wasn’t too long, the excitement beginning to build until it was practically bursting inside of her. She didn’t know why they were at some random house, or why he’d strung lights up at said random house, but it was incredibly thoughtful and romantic nonetheless, and Freyja absolutely adored him for it. She was bounding out of the car, all her excitement bubbling up from within her stomach until it bursted within her, and bled out in the form of tears. It was beautiful, the kindest thing she’d ever had done for her. And yet, even though she felt like a puddle of goo, she’d told him she hated him. Maybe it was a defense thing, another way to stave off the need to say ‘I love you’, but he was repeating it back to her as if he’d read her mind.
‘I hate you, too.’
It shouldn’t have been so adorable, or such a wonderful phrase to hear, but it was. And Freyja loved that━it was unique to them, something they’d always hold and understand, like an inside joke, except more meaningful; more sweet. It made the tears come faster, heavier, and everything she did to will them to stop━slow breathing, focusing on him instead━wasn’t helping. So she let them flow out of her, allowing one gentle sob to rock her as she reminded herself of the lengths he’d gone for one simple day.
She stayed quiet as he kissed her, first the shell of her ear and then her cheeks, keeping her close against him, though her one arm was still cradling her gift. Freyja let go of his hand, settling onto flat feet and laying it on his side. She tipped her head up, staring up at Theo adoringly while his hands brushed the hair from her face, gentle with her, as if she’d break. The only time she liked feeling fragile was in his arms, when she knew he was protecting her, and keeping her safe from the outside world. Nothing could hurt her when she was with Theo, and, on the flip side, nothing could hurt him. She’d make sure of it━it was her duty as his Warrior Princess.
They moved in a slow circle, dancing to no music, the lights acting as sole witnesses to their little bubble of love. Freyja was careful with it, not wanting it to burst from any sudden movements. She was slow, even as she smiled in response to another ‘happy Birthday’, and a prompt to dig back into her gift. Instead of ripping through it like a wild animal, she maintained her rhythm, as steady as the one they were swaying to. She turned her head down and lifted the package, slowly pulling her hand from his hip, though she stayed pressed to him. By his arm, and from the glue that was keeping them together, sticking Freyja to Theo and making it impossible to detach.
Freyja pawed through the next layer, tearing it open and pulling out another piece of paper, one she might’ve slit his throat with if it hadn’t been so cute this time. Another coupon, though the words sprawled across it made her toss her head back and laugh, green eyes meeting his hazel ones. “This… is adorable.” She beamed, “Thank you.” Freyja leaned into him again, letting her lips brush against his own as she whispered, “I’m gonna make a hundred copies and keep you enslaved forever.”
Smirking as she kissed him, Freyja tossed her arm around his shoulders and pulled gently. She was either tugging him down or trying to use him as leverage to hoist herself up, but━either way━it got them closer together. The paper was still curled in her hand, dangling over his shoulder, her forearm pressed to the back of his neck. Another bit of glue on their faces, making Freyja nearly incapable of pulling away. Eventually, she did, but she didn’t go far. Her arm stayed curled around his shoulders, face just barely inches from his own, though she loosened her arm on him lightly, trying not to give him a sort-of chokehold from behind. They’d have to save that for later.
“Seriously, though, whose house is this?” Freyja asked softly, still swaying with him, “And why can’t we rob it? Do you have a cop friend you didn’t tell me about? You friends with narcs now?” She didn’t mean to ruin the moment, but the questions were spilling out, little jokes that she couldn’t help but say.
But, she was also quite sure that nothing could ruin this. Theo had made this night completely perfect, and there wasn’t enough oxygen on Earth to allow her to thank him as many times as she should’ve. For now, at least, she’d pay him in kisses.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jan 22, 2021 22:45:21 GMT
If he hadn’t still been driving down the tree lined back road route to Frank’s place, if they’d been pulled over in the car he would’ve reached for her, fumbled for the seat latch and shoved it back. He’d have drawn her into his lap and shown her that he always was with her. Theo clucked his tongue as he shook his head, laughter in his voice as he shook his head at her. Like it would actually be a no. ”I think I choose life, so I’m gonna say I always am,” he promised. Maybe for not much longer though. He feigned a yikes as Freyja breezed on with the scenario, the threat to turn it up to eleven right there in her voice. ”Mostly…” he drawled lightly. Never. He could see the grin on her face as Freyja turned away to hide it, the one she never could quite pull back, the one he loved to kiss, drinking in that bone deep joy. Bathing in it.
Literally.
He could’ve yelped and freaked out as her tongue had drawn a wide, wet stripe up the side of his face but he’d learned with her that the best way was always to go with it, to let himself be drawn into that crazy edged joy. As it was, his skin tingled with anticipation as they got closer to Frank’s place. Theo felt it shiver in his bones as he pulled up next to the lit up yard. A firework of sensation that burst as Freyja’s tear dam did. They were always his undoing but this time he felt that heat unfurl in his stomach as they streamed over her lashes.
He could taste the salt on his lips as he trailed them from Freyja’s cheeks to her ear. They curved against her hair, her skin as the tears came harder. Good tears, he reminded himself, transferring the damp press of them to her lips as he kissed them. Drifting into silence he pulled her into a slow dance. God, he was likely to crush her feet doing it, the grace that Frank undoubtedly had in battle bypassing him, probably some sort of added gift of his defective ears. There wasn’t much that could go wrong with a slow sway but he was still cautious where he planted his feet, aware of every inch of her that touched him, every inch he could feel hovering so close, like another part of himself. ”Just one,” he crooned. Like she hadn’t followed every instruction he’d given her since he’d walked out of the science building with that present balanced on the tip of his finger and the hope that every piece would fall into place to make tonight perfect burning in his gut.
Theo stared down at the gift in her hands, dipping his head slightly to grin as she slipped her hand from his hip to tug at the gift with two hands. He’d been an asshole with the wrapping, she’d called him on it but really, not as much as she should’ve done. He wanted to see the frustration burn in the green of her eyes and that stubborn jut of her jaw as she thought with it, stripping away each of those layers to see what he’d pulled together and built in those layers that stripped away to show the ones she’d slipped through inside of him since that first night. Continuing to sway with her, he thrummed his thumb over the small of her back, the hand on her cheek light, drawing her face up so her eyes could fix on him as she laughed. ”I was gonna write it in crayon but the gold one was broken and lime green just felt so wrong for tonight…” he murmured, dipping his head to pretend to rip over the top of the page. ”A hundred? Doesn’t seem like enough…” Theo let his voice trail, clucking his tongue like he wouldn’t do it every single day of the rest of their lives anyway.
It was still incredible how easy it was to think of it that way. A few months, the bet of his life, and suddenly he was that guy. The one who pictured an eternity, kissing the lines that life had carved deep in fifty years time, hoping it was joy that was going to put them there and not anything else. He drew a breath in through his nose, let himself fall into that smirking kiss as he curled down with the tug of her arm. The picture remained in his head, another birthday all those decades away, a yard filled with kids, grandkids, Frank holding court somewhere amongst it while the two of them lost themselves in another bubble of light and love.
And laughter.
Theo let it roll out now, tightening his arm around her waist to cup her hip as he swung her around to look at the cracked patio doors. He twisted his head to stare at them narrow eyed before butter wouldn’t melt innocence rolled over his expression like a shop shutter coming down. ”I’ve got no clue. I saw the lights from the road … thought it’d work out since I didn’t have anything planned.” Mock grimacing he stopped swaying and gave her a tug towards the house. ”No narc friends, promise. No cop friends either, if I did I’d be seriously worried that they left their place all unlocked like this. How about we go inside, check it out, see if there’s anything that’ll fit in one of your pockets….” He slithered around, his arm still around her as he started towards the house. The kitchen was dimly lit beyond the door that he slid open, more candles on the table, the light inside the stove glowing. ”Unless there’s three bears hiding somewhere in here to have a go at us for eating their filet mignon, I’m guessing that’s for us…” Clucking his tongue in consideration Theo tugged the stove door open. Steaks, what looked like 15 hour potatoes, the thin layers golden and crisped to perfection, a tray of green beans. The three bears were eating well tonight, thanks to Frank.
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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 Jan 27, 2021 3:48:00 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
“You can fit just about anything in a bra pocket.” Freyja laughed, though it came out a little more sheepish than she would’ve liked. She enjoyed playing up the ‘tough guy’ attitude, pretending that she wasn’t afraid of anything, but it was failing her in the few seconds it took to walk into the house. Once they were inside, however, it was clear that he’d just been pulling her leg again. Of course he’d planned this━how could she think any different? Theo kept going to the ends of the Earth and back for her, only further driving home the point that she wouldn’t meet anybody else like this. Nobody could make her feel so special, or love her like Theo did. And she’d never love anybody else like she loved him, but still━chicken shit. She had already promised herself she wouldn’t let it slip tonight, and she was going to keep to that.
Freyja looked over the table, grinning at the candles, and then at Theo as he pulled the stove door open. She unzipped and slipped off her jacket, walking over to hang it on the back of one of the chairs. She was wearing a simple sweater and jeans, but she’d tried for something nicer that night━a black sweater with the chest cut out, the collar left to circle around her throat, almost like a turtle neck. The gold necklace had definitely dressed it up, though━she was beginning to wonder how she’d wear it to work; it was a piece of jewelry that would probably make anything look fancy. At least, it made her feel like a million bucks to have Theo’s heartbeat permanently resting on her.
“Those three bears can come at me,” Freyja began, reaching down to pick up one of the sharp knives that were laid out on the table for them, lifting and pointing it in a threatening fashion. “I’ll kill ten of them for some steak. And you. But… mostly for food,” She laughed, laying down the knife again. She watched Theo as he checked on their dinner, wanting to go over and hang off of him, bug him while he continued being an Angel, but she restrained herself. Being in a kitchen had never suited Freyja, and she figured even going near any of it might ruin the dinner, and she couldn’t do that to him━not after all the effort that had clearly been put into this.
The effort that couldn’t have been done if he was at work all day. She’d briefly played with the idea that this was an Airbnb he’d rented for the night, but she slowly came to the conclusion that this must’ve been Frank’s place. Maybe a friend’s, but she knew how close they were, and if she needed help with something like this, she’d go to her own brothers for it. Not that they’d be any help━but those Angel genes clearly ran in the family. If Freyja was right, and she planned to pull out all the stops to test her theory.
“You think those bears are gonna be upset if we’re in their bed after dinner?” She raised her brows, smirking at Theo from where she stayed by the table━a safe distance from the oven. Freyja’s hand slid up her side, and then she dipped her index finger into the collar of her sweater, playing with it for a moment before it was coming down, the tip of her digit tracing along the edge of her sweater. Down to the part where the bareness stopped, making it appropriate to actually wear outside. She went along the curved line of it, stopping near the middle to give the fabric a gentle tug downwards. Teasing for only a moment before she let it go again, giving Theo only a flash of the deep red lace she’d worn specially for that night. She wasn’t trying to take him away from their dinner completely, just pull information out of him in any way possible. “Or is this one of those places where we don’t have enough time to rob, eat and have fun in?” Her brows were still raised in a challenge, hoping to beat him at his own game. If she even could━Theo was the master at it━but Freyja would keep trying until the day she died.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Feb 3, 2021 22:10:09 GMT
There was some perverse sort of enjoyment at the thought of being enslaved to her for an eternity, Theo thought, humming lightly as he stared down at the printed page in her hand. There had been an enjoyment, an affection, so much more since he’d peeled out of his jacket at Di Marco’s and watched as she’d buried herself in it, all cold damp skin and that secret little smile wrapped up in something of his. Him wrapped around her little finger by it all. ”Your eternal servant,” he drawled lightly, bobbing his head. He screwed up his face for a moment before he grinned. ”I think I might actually be OK with that … if it comes with a uniform.” Not that anybody would need one to see he was hers anyway.
And she was his, even without this trail of breadcrumbs he’d practically laid from work to Frank’s place. She’d played along all the same, or been caught in the tide of it rather, trusting him despite that frown that furrowed her brow in the way that made him want to laugh and kiss those lines away.
Frank’s would’ve been carved deeper if he’d come home to find half of his possessions gone, disappearing into the Tardis of Freyja’s bra … pocket. Winging a brow, Theo dipped his head towards her neck, like he could already see down there. Like he didn’t know what was beneath her clothes, terrain he’d explored and memorised and adore a hundred times over since that first night … half night. ”How about a fifty inch TV?” he drawled lightly, keeping up the serious tone just a little longer. It wouldn’t last once they were inside, the joke starting to slip through before he’d even peeled open the stove door to see exactly what his brother had managed to by some sort of miracle pull off for dinner.
Turning back as his comment about the three bears wrung a threat out of her, Theo snorted. He let go of the stove door to raise both hands, his brows hitching with them. Undoubtedly Frank and Kit would’ve disarmed her in a minute, if there was any edge left to his brother though. The mugger’s blade had gotten through his defences and the thought left his breath hitching now. He swallowed the thought back, frowning for a minute like his being an afterthought actually cut him to the quick. ”Wow … I find us the perfect place to celebrate your existence on your birthday and you toss me down to second place for steak? Cold Bentley, freezing cold.” He approached like he was still mad, leaving the heat to roll out of the stove towards them. Fingers curling around her hips to pull her in as he growled lightly. ”For that I’m definitely withholding the cake,” he threatened. Scowling, he slithered back.
Dinner and then payback.
As he grabbed the towel hanging off of the oven door to grab the dishes, Theo looked back over his shoulder with a winged brow. Knowing Frank he’d probably anticipated it and put clean sheets on the bed, probably figuring he’d burn them afterwards. He wormed the tip of his tongue between his teeth, bit down lightly. ”I think they might be more upset if we didn’t. It’s a celebration after all and I plan to worship my way through it…” His voice roughened as he saw her dip her finger from the collar of her sweater to where the cut-out framed her chest. A tug of a finger and a flash of red lace and he was almost slamming the stove shut. She was going to kill him one of these days.
It took a swallow to will enough moisture back into his throat to speak, that gravelly tone remaining. ”If we eat fast I think we might have time for all three … because that last bit? Hours.” he promised. Grinning wolfishly, he tipped his chin up towards one of the cupboards. ”Hurry up and grab the plates and it gives us an extra few seconds of drawer rummaging time.” That wolfishness broke off into feigned innocence, his hands just fumbling a little as he started to get the trays out of the stove. They were lucky it all made it to the plates in the end, the state Freyja was getting him in it all could’ve ended up on the floor, including the two of them.
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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 Feb 10, 2021 4:00:56 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
After a moment, when he’d gone back to the oven, she’d been left with a tingling, an itch she wanted only Theo to scratch. One she felt deep in the pit of her stomach, one that only spurred her on as she attempted to draw a confession out of him. She wasn’t getting it, though━he was too good at this. She figured she’d be playing this game of cat and mouse with him for a long, long time━and Freyja didn’t mind one bit. The only thing that sucked was not getting immediate answers, which irritated her to no end, no matter how cute he was.
“Yeah? You think Frank left us some goodies to spice it up?” Exasperated, she let it out with her green eyes narrowed, as if she could pull the answers from him with just a look. She wasn’t beating around the bush any longer, simply outright prodding him now.
Despite the calm and sexy outward appearance she’d built up to give him a taste of what she had up her own sleeve for that night, the minute the word hours had left his mouth, Freyja was melting. It broke completely, though, when she’d tried to roll her tongue back at him. She hadn’t ever been able to even roll her r’s, and she didn’t know why she’d chosen that moment to try, but the breath had sputtered out of her mouth with absolutely no sex appeal. Immediately, Freyja’s eyes went wide with embarrassment, and she snorted out a laugh, one hand coming up to slap over her mouth. You can take the girl out of the country…
“I have to set the table at my own birthday dinner? What kind of servant are you?” Freyja mock-complained as she finally left the table, finding her way to the stove slowly and cautiously, as if it was going to explode the minute she went near it. “See if he’s got any fancy cutlery. The heavier it is, the more it’ll go for.” She maneuvered in beside the oven door, peering in at their dinner and taking a moment to gush a little on the inside. Despite their teasing and jokes, she really did appreciate everything he’d done. And the food looked good; she’d have to thank Frank profusely for this someday━when she finally met him.
Freyja went up on her toes to open the cupboard, reaching in for the plates. She took her time with them, jutting out the hip that was closer to Theo. Her sweater had come up with her arms, and the side of the matching bottoms peeked out, bright against her pale skin, even in the dim light. She did want to have dinner eventually, but pulling reactions out of Theo was too easy and so much fun. She only allowed a second or two to look before she was scurrying off with the plates in hand, though. The playful smirk was back on her lips while she laid them on opposite ends of the table, doing everything she could to avoid his gaze, emerald eyes trained on their dinner setup. Maybe she really was trying to kill him━he’d been saying it since their first date when she’d flashed him in the car… or maybe it was when she’d grabbed him in public. Either way, she’d been playing on this from the start, and their little routine was one of many that she adored. Every moment she shared with him was special, even if she was trying to torture him.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Feb 14, 2021 20:01:28 GMT
Theo made a low sound as he narrowed his eyes down at her. He’d meant to be mad, lips pursed, heavy brows drawing together as he glared down at her, heart supposedly stinging in his chest as he’d tossed out of top spot by a filet steak but when she grinned up at him that way even the slightest of stings was eased. The purse of his lips softened as he tilted his head back and forth. ”Hm mmm,” he agreed eventually. ”I would be but I think the black forest gateau with your name on it in the fridge might help ease the suffering a little.” Without giving in to that coquettish look that had almost gotten him he was moving back to get the food out. Two could play at being cold … and make it up afterwards in the way that he knew they were going to.
There was going to be payback of some sort for him not caving and giving up all of the nights secrets. Especially when he had her exasperated with his own attempt at continuing to play coy. Every part of the night had been bound up in that plum paper and scotch tape, layers of secrets, wrapped up with the love he hadn’t yet voiced in mind. There were still layers to shed, surprises to reveal. Some that might stretch out for days afterwards. His brow furrowed as she mentioned Frank leaving goodies to spice their night up, a grimace tugging at his face as he flapped the towel at her. ”I don’t want to think what he’s got hidden around the house. Between him and Kit parts of this place are probably nightmarescapes.” His brother had never been the relationship kind. He’d somehow always known that Frank was gay and had listened to his brother talk about his ‘relationships’, if you could call single nights here and there such things, but those little details … nope.
He’d already met Frank’s latest … with one hell of a hello when Niko had confused him and ‘professor sexy’. If he had his way his brother wasn’t going to be the only one able to lay claim to the title tonight. Promises of an incredible night dropped glibly from his lips before he indicated the cupboard where Frank kept the crockery. His grin broke, a chuckle rumbling as she tried to roll her r’s back at him, failing in a way that had his heart squeezing in his chest with that feeling of adoration again. Her eyes widened, her hand clapping over her mouth in that adorable way. ”You think you’re getting all this for free? It’s funny, Bentley, really.” He tugged the tray of steaks from the oven, set them on the chopping board left out on the counter. Theo paused for a moment, reaching out to pat her fondly on the rump as she worked her way closer. Dropping his head, he kissed at that spot just beneath her ear. ”I don’t think Frank spent all his money on silverware. There’s probably a crap ton of tech if we can carry it out of here though.” Frank definitely wasn’t the sentimental kind. No, that had always been left to him.
Letting Freyja pull away, he got the tray of crispy potato towers out of the oven. And he almost dropped them. The tease! He stood, tray wobbling in his hands as he felt all the moisture boil out of his throat at the sight of the scarlet lace at her hip. She knew exactly what she was doing too, smirking at him as she turned to set the plates on the table, refusing to meet his eye as he watched her go. Theo swallowed, moving forward on legs that suddenly had a little shake to them. Setting the potatoes down in the middle of the table, he dropped the towel with it. Rounding the table he pulled her into him again, one hand sneaking around her waist, the other coming up to cup her jaw as he kissed her. ”It’s a good thing all of this will be almost as good reheated … bring the present. We’re gonna go open the last layer before I get a look at what you really wrapped up for my gift tonight.” He loosened his hold just long enough for her to grab it before he swept her up over his shoulder. Careful not to careen either one of them into the doorframe he headed out of the kitchen, leaving the oven door open – thankfully shut off – and charged towards Frank’s bedroom.
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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 Feb 16, 2021 23:37:25 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
A warmth spread through her when she’d failed to roll her tongue at him. Embarrassment, at first, but then complete and total love when he’d only chuckled and moved on, sparing her from further humiliation. She would’ve definitely taken the opportunity to dig at him if the roles had been reversed, but somehow his lack of acknowledgment made her feel so loved and cared for. He’d still laughed at her, of course, but it wasn’t a point-and-laugh. It was softer and sweeter than that━just like him.
Freyja’s movements were slow as she went to him, wanting to close the gap between them, though she was terrified the oven was going to swallow her whole. The pat on her backside was almost comforting, though, his lips on her skin sending a shiver through her. The tease that came afterwards had been mostly torment for Theo, but she hoped she could break him, get his hands on her like he needed to touch her to breathe.
Her feet carried her away as fast as they could go, hoping the chase would be enough to get him to crack this time. She was putting the second plate down when he grabbed her, her movements as slow as possible until she was twisting in his arms, meeting his lips without a second of hesitation. Freyja found him instantly, one hand snaking up to curl around his bicep as she kissed him.
‘It’s a good thing all of this will be almost as good reheated…’
She beamed against him, giving his lower lip a playful tug once he’d finished speaking. In the end, it was obvious that he came before filet mignon, but she’d never admit it. Freyja nodded without a word of protest, leaning over to snatch the gift off the edge of the table where she’d left it. She was barely back in his arms before he was lifting her, a yelp working its way from Freyja’s lips as he tossed her over his shoulder. Literally holding her like a ragdoll, as if she wasn’t always turned on by his physique anyways.
“Oh my gosh.” She laughed after a moment, settling the best she could while she hung from him, arms dangling down. Freyja watched as they got further from the food, though her stomach was suddenly the last thing on her mind. Those bears could have the steak if it meant she’d get Theo going all Tarzan. Somehow, she managed to stay relatively still in his arms as they walked, trying not to squirm and risk being dropped. She did, however, wind back a hand and smack it down onto his ass, squeezing hard before letting go, and cackling as she did.
She was being flung onto the bed a few moments later━well, it felt that way, at least. Bouncing on her back twice before the bed accepted her weight, and she stayed laying like that, though her knees came up and tipped outwards, giving him space to slot himself in if he wanted. Freyja grinned up at him, holding the present on her chest. “I’m allowed to open it now, right?” She gave him an angelic expression, lashes batting at him as she bit her lower lip. A hand left the package to trace up the inside of his arm and to his chest, down his torso, tugging lightly at his shirt before it fell off him and landed on her own waist. She twisted the denim free of the button, unzipping the fly slowly to allow for a slightly better view. Shadows of red thread if he cared to look down, a little gift for him planned a day or two prior.
“I open this and then you open your present, right?” The innocent expression returned as she brushed her fingers over his own jeans, and then brought them back to the gift. Her next words were a gentle whisper, voice nearly breaking over the effect the words had on her. Freyja was meant to be teasing him, but she’d indulged in the image of it a little too much, letting another tingle run straight through her. She moved her grin back down to the gift, tilting it slightly to see the bottom, tearing through the last layer, excitement bubbling up one more time.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Feb 19, 2021 15:47:54 GMT
Each teasing word of mocking was spoken with love. As she’d nudged about what he’d called the cake and called him a nerd he’d felt the warmth surrounding it slipping deeper into his chest. No matter what embarrassing or geeky part of him got revealed, no matter how deep the damage went with his ears and his other affliction, she accepted him, adored him for it even when she was looking to get deeper under his skin. Pushing until he snapped on a flash of red lace. God she knew him, Theo thought, knew him and loved him and one day she was going to drive him insane.
Not today though.
Today was about driving her the same way.
Frank would’ve cursed about the food being abandoned. Half of it on the table going cold, the rest still in the stove, probably drying out in his opinion but his brother’s irritated tone melted away with the yelp he managed to wring from Freyja. The admonishment that she’d pushed him to it dried up in his throat as he pulled her into him. Theo sank into the heat of the kiss, felt himself anchored in it by the fingers that curled around his arm. Of course she’d pushed him to it, she always did and he allowed himself to fall deeper every time, drowning until, like a desperate man, he kicked for the surface and took a gasping breath so he could sink into it all the longer. Happily letting the surface close over his head as he held onto her and drew her with him. Down there she was his air, had been since that first night at Di Marco’s.
Sucking one of those breaths in, knowing it would likely be hours before either one of them came back up for another, he ordered her to grab what was left of the gift. Barely waited for it to be in her hands before he was bending. Her stomach was warm against his shoulder and neck, his head turning to sear a kiss into that bare strip of skin that showed above that band of red again. ”Hold on to the exclamations for a minute,” he warned, warm laughter in his words as he curled his fingers protectively around the backs of her thighs. He was going to tear more of them from her, that throaty laughter, his name on a whisper, a cry, a gasp.
It wasn’t her name wrung from him as he stepped through into Frank’s bedroom. The crack of her hand on his ass had him hopping forward, laughter rumbling out after it. ”Hey!” Hazel eyes narrowed in warning as he dumped her down on the bed. ”Nothing says happy birthday like a trip to the ER for a broken nose. How did you do that ma’am? Welp…” Theo drawled at the start, raising his voice to imitate hers as he dropped onto the bed over her, knees bracketing her thighs, palms propped either side of Freyja’s head before she moved her legs, giving him the room to ease between them. ”…my incredible boyfriend was carrying me off to his brother’s bedroom when I decided to show my appreciation for the amazing birthday celebrations he pulled off for me by smacking him on the ass and making him drop me on my face. Of course I don’t blame him a bit.” He snorted, dipped his head down to smack a kiss on her.
Theo sighed happily, slithering down slightly, letting himself settle into the cradle of her body. He dipped his head, touching his legs to the skin revealed in the cut out of her sweater. A nod brushed his chin against the shadow of the valley of her breasts, hazel eyes rising to meet hers. ”Uh huh. Last bit,” he promised, rising up slowly again. The grin broadened, pinned itself as he sank his teeth into his lower lip as she went on a trail with her hands again. Fingers tugging at his shirt until it was being peeled off over his head. Theo raised himself, watched her unzipping her jeans to reveal that flash of red in the V of them again. ”You’re meant to be unwrapping the gift rather than me and you but … yeah,” Theo breathed roughly. That sound of satisfaction rolled from his mouth, his hand sliding down to close over hers and press it against him for a moment. ”No splitting, no touching until that’s open. Now Mrs.” He closed his fingers slowly around her wrist, drew her fingers back up to the gift.
The last bit was probably the most sentimental, above the heartbeats that wreathed her throat now or the vouchers. The part that said he had thrown his life wide open for her, that he wanted his to revolve around her. The part that said he wanted her in it every day, wanted to see and feel her even when she wasn’t beside him, under him like she was now. On the surface it wouldn’t have made real sense to anybody outside of the two of them but as he’d unscrewed the handles from the drawer in his bedroom , the closet door and the bathroom cabinet that morning, as he’d wrapped them up in the t-shirt she’d worn the night he’d come home battered and terrified, Theo knew that it held real meaning for them both. He wanted her to have a home in his apartment, wanted to see her wrapped up in what was his when they headed back out to the kitchen to eat. What was his hers, him hers.
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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 Feb 23, 2021 3:16:22 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
They shifted again, Freyja’s arms and gift moving away to allow him space to move. His shirt came off, tossed to the side, simply because she liked him better that way. And it left more skin on skin━or, well, it would once she successfully got out of her own pants. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to open the rest of her present, because she did━Freyja just wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold back on her ‘I love you’, let alone more tears. She’d already torn him away from that amazing-looking meal━she didn’t want to end up blubbering in his arms and end up giving him nothing in return, then make them return to a cold dinner.
Her fingertips traced over the outline she could feel through his pants, a devious smile shining straight up at him. Just like on their first date, he was grabbing her hand, trying to stop the groping. Unlike that time, though, Freyja wasn’t nervous or embarrassed about it. Now, she was comfortable with him, knew Theo inside and out, and didn’t take the movement personally. He wanted her to open the last of the present━and it was clear he did want her. He’d carried her upstairs on his shoulder, for goodness sake. Of course he did.
“Booooo. You’re the worst,” Freyja teased, but she was clawing at the rest of the present anyways, her brow furrowed as she carefully pulled out the fabric. A… shirt? She tossed the now-empty, layered, monstrous wrapping paper to the floor, shifting up somewhat to lay the shirt on her chest. Freyja unravelled it slowly, eyebrows still wrinkled together while her green eyes surveyed the insides. They were handles, ones she recognized, in the shirt she always liked to steal when she was at his place. The knobs were from the drawers in his house, his way━she assumed━of giving her a bit of space in his apartment. The bathroom cabinet they’d joked about that night at Di Marco’s, now being offered to her to move in her homicidal eyeliner, eye cream and whatever else she wanted. To have some stuff left at his place, easily accessible for the “sleepovers” that lasted days on end.
“Wow,” Freyja laughed throatily, trying to stave off another sob, green eyes flicking up to his. “Remember when you picked me up and said there wasn’t a ring in here? This is pretty much it.” She smiled, capturing her lower lip in between her teeth, as if that would stop her eyes from getting all glossy. It was sentimental━something he hadn’t bought, but that he’d put effort into to prove something to her. To prove he liked her enough to want her around more often, baby steps on the way to having only one shared space together. “No, this is worse than a ring. You’re screwed now, buddy. Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” Freyja laughed, shifting the shirt (with all the handles still safely cradled in it) to the space beside her shoulder and laying it down carefully. With both arms free, she threw them around Theo, wrapping him up in her embrace and kissing him deeply. Like a koala, she wrapped her legs around him next, only furthering the mental hold they had on each other, demonstrating it through the physical now. Fingers went to where they belonged, buried deep within his hair, while she kissed all of her love into his lips, again trying to show him instead of letting the words fall out of her mouth.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Mar 2, 2021 20:53:09 GMT
Pfffft. The sound buzzed out of his lips against the tender skin of her neck as he settled against her. He could feel the crinkle of the paper on top of his head, felt her arm slide around him as he made the sound again. ”You’d do that and a whole lot more, I just figured you calling me a God to the ER staff might be a little hard for them to believe, considering they weren’t here to see all this tonight and all.” Theo hummed, his lips curling into a coy smile as he lifted his head to look at her. ”Unintentionally maybe, and only because you couldn’t keep your hands off of me in the first place.” He wouldn’t have done of course, taking every blow meant for her, even if she was fierce enough to meet even a broken neck with a flash of teeth and the determination to immediately get back on her feet.
It hadn’t been that fierceness that had drawn him in the first place, more the sweet, occasionally filthy beast that lay beneath, but once he’d seen it he’d adored it as much as he did even other aspect of this woman. Tonight he’d tried to show her every ounce of that, from the twin heartbeats that now lay golden against her creamy skin framed by that top, to the teasing gifts and the offer of servitude that didn’t really need those little slips of paper to make happen.
Theo felt his knees press into the mattress as he peeled his shirt away, kept his weight there until she did what she always did, nudging that bit further with that little devil look on her face and that brush of fingers that always had every ounce of blood in his system draining south and leaving him dizzy with his want for her. God he wanted to give into it, to sink into her, into what was between them until he was happily drowning him. The dinner could wait, the last gift for the night should wait maybe but he was already sliding his hand down, stilling her with a hand that pressed her harder against him for a moment as he tried to string two words together. ”I think you’ll find it’s said … the best …,” he panted out. ”Gift, then you get to forget how to make me walk straight.” Sentimentality out of the way so that neither one of them was sobbing through dinner, OK, so he wasn’t sobbing through dinner because the one wearing the sentimental fool pants in this relationship was sure as hell him.
He settled back in between her thighs, propping himself on his elbow as he watched her opening it open. His mouth doing dry, Theo swallowed, wet his lips like that was going to stop the nerves from sucking every ounce of moisture out of him. There was that frown again as she tossed the paper aside, silence leaving his nerves jangling like an old fashioned phone for a moment. ”I was considering getting it bronzed but I figured this was way better for both of us…” he started. She was cutting him off with that wow though, the laugh bringing a lazy smile to his lips. A laugh was good, that smile that had her teeth nipping at her lower lip.
Theo’s own softened as he lifted his thumb, trailing the tip of it over the curve of her lower lip. ”I remember,” he promised in a croon. His own brows furrowed in an echo of hers now before one winged up. ”Drat, there goes me getting the other side of the bed back.” Grinning, he settled back against her as she drew him in, a hand finding her thigh to draw her leg up around him before she clung on. ”Wait … the ring it was … shit. Well, I guess Frank’s gonna have to find it and give it back …” He mock dove over the edge of the bed for a moment before he came up. ”I want you in my life, I want you in my place as many nights as you can be there. You and Grim … although you snore a thousand times worse … Happy birthday baby.” Echoing the words again, he kissed her.
Frank’s dinner was going to have to wait, he was busy losing himself in the woman he was pretty sure he loved at this point, and the future he’d marked out in closet space and the soft cotton he was gonna be skimming his hands over every time she wore it.
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