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 26, 2020 4:35:59 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
She was sure that she was just being irrational (probably). Everything would be fine; she’d stressfully packed all of his things the day before━or, rather, told him what to pack three times over. They needed comfy clothes for inside, clothes for outside work, and she told him to not dare to bring anything nicer than a dress shirt because her brothers would rip him apart like a pack of wild animals. She thought she was being subtle about her anxiety, but she had been wandering around his apartment like a crazy person, going through each possible scenario in her head a few times over and figuring out the best way to deal with them.
In the end, though, it had been Freyja who’d forgotten a few things. Her tooth brush and birth control, most importantly, though they were both remedied by her mother, who assured her they could take a quick trip to the store after Christmas. Until then, Freyja threatened to take the ‘next step’ with Theo by sharing his toothbrush for the length of the trip.
Eventually, they were in the car with Grim and headed off. She had asked Theo to stop at the cemetery before they reached her house, though. Like her birthday, it was another event that her mother wanted to keep happy, unable to handle the thought of her dead son during such a time. But Freyja wanted to share this with Theo, she wanted to share everything, and that included the full story of Bo’s death. How she’d wrestled with blaming herself, but eventually learned that it wasn’t her fault━of course, she left out the part about talking to his ghost. And, despite not being able to talk to him anymore, she assured Theo that Bo would’ve loved him, because he was good for her. And Bo had been a great judge of character.
And, for the first time ever, she admitted that she was thankful for her injury. The injury that had ended her career as a gymnast, ruined her chances of competing at the Olympics, sent her into a deep depression and caused her pain, even to this day. She was thankful, because, if it hadn’t happened, she would’ve never gone to Whitmore, and would have never met Theo. Again, she let him know she loved him without actually saying the words.
When they reached the house finally, Freyja had been clutching Theo’s hand, wondering who was more nervous. She adored how good he was with them, though, and how easily he answered their prodding over dinner and handled her dad’s invasive and slightly vulgar jokes (that he’d saved for after the Christmas Eve Church service, of course). Jack and Connor had been less enthusiastic than her parents, though Connor’s wife had been quiet and friendly while their two kids ran about the house. Whenever Jack made a comment that sounded less than polite, though, Freyja asked him if his on-again-off-again girlfriend was going to be coming for Christmas, which shut him right up. For the most part, though, it was pleasant, and Freyja was happy about how it had gone.
However, they still had a few more days there, which gave her enough time to worry constantly about it.
But she’d woken up on Christmas morning to an empty bed, and Theo getting all buddy-buddy with Jack downstairs, who was the last person she expected him to win over. Theo was cute and all, Freyja adored him, obviously, but Jack had always been somewhat immature, and he loved to tease her or just be generally hard to deal with. Theo had apparently worked his magic, though, and Freyja felt herself falling deeper in love━if it was even possible at that point.
Christmas never started with immediate gift opening━not even when there were guests. ‘Cows don’t care when Jesus was born, the chores need to be done.’ Her father had always used the line when they were kids, whining about not being able to open their gifts right away. He’d continued it throughout the years, and they expected it every Christmas morning━this year was no different.
Freyja slipped into her sweater, boots and dark denim overalls, and borrowed some of her dad’s work gear for Theo. Connor was out the door of his family’s separate house on the property just in time to meet his siblings outside, and wasted no time in teaming up with Jack to steal Theo from Freyja. She’d protested, of course━she wanted to throw Theo to the wolves that were her family, but leaving him alone with the boys on his first morning was too much, even for her. They promised they’d look after him, though, and after a few worried glances to Theo, she watched them go. Unbeknownst to her (though she had guessed they would), the boys had grilled Theo in a less-friendly way than Erik and Annalynn had over dinner.
Theo had apparently worked his magic again, though, because he’d arrived back with his heart still beating, and without any missing appendages. Then they’d opened gifts, her parents having gotten Theo a pair of soft pyjama pants (that Freyja promised to steal), and thick socks. Erik had snapped photos the whole time, constantly wandering around to get the best angle and holding up the line of gift-opening.
After all of the commotion of the morning, and breakfast, Freyja stole Theo at the first moment she was able to. It was just after gift opening and a quick shower, though she’d only replaced her old, muddy overalls with a fresh pair. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the house, holding a gift bag in her other hand, not bothering to say anything to any of her family. Grim was sleeping at that time, too, after having followed her around all morning━he’d been back in his element on the farm, but no longer had the energy to go all day with her.
She took Theo to the barn; a large structure, painted a traditional red colour that stuck out like a sore thumb across the expanse of land. She pushed the heavy doors open to get them inside, then closed it behind them. Finally, once they were in, Freyja turned and rose up onto her toes, pressing her lips to his. She kissed him excitedly, like she’d been waiting to do it all day━and, really, she had been. It wasn’t exactly appropriate to shove her tongue down his throat in front of her family, so she’d attempted to control herself the best she could. Now, though, they were completely alone, and she could grab him━or gently push him up against the barn door━all she wanted.
Freyja pulled back after a moment, grinning brightly at him. With her hand still in his, she turned, dragging him over to the nearest ladder. It was only then that she’d let him go, carefully letting the straps of the gift bag hang from the crook of her elbow as she climbed the ladder to the hayloft. Obviously, Grim couldn’t climb ladders, so she didn’t always go up there as a kid. It wasn’t a hangout spot unless she had wanted to go somewhere to makeout with Sam━so, she knew exactly what she was doing in going there with Theo. Freyja wanted to recreate the space with him, though, turn it into something new, into their spot instead. Where they could be alone and exchange each other’s gifts, while she did everything except keep her hands to herself.
She pulled herself to the top level, standing up straight and finding a spot where there wasn’t too much hay. Somebody had obviously organized it recently, which she was grateful for. They could either sit on the wooden floor without having pieces of hay poke into them, or she could just pull him down onto a bed of it, which… was what she ended up choosing to do.
Freyja put the gift bag down on the hardwood before she took Theo’s hand again, falling backwards onto a pile of hay and taking him down with her. A soft laugh came out from between her lips before she kissed him once more, arms slipping around his shoulders loosely. She pulled back after a moment, letting her beanie-topped head fall to the pile of hay while she gazed up at him adoringly. “How was your first day on a farm, huh? I’m surprised you lasted this long.” Freyja teased, leaning in to kiss his jaw softly, “I doubt you could survive a full day, though.” She grinned, catching the skin of his cheek between her teeth softly and playfully, letting it go after a second.
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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 26, 2020 23:18:07 GMT
It had to have been six years since they’d had a family Christmas. Thanks to a situation somewhere in Syria, it had looked for three days like Frank and their dad might not get back to Okinawa in time. He and his mom had sat there, trying not to watch the news unfold on the TV. Neither one of them mentioned the fresh wound slashed across Frank’s cheekbone at the dinner table. You didn’t share what happened in the field, especially not when you finally had family time. Still, it had been two Christmases alone after that. The next spent in and out of Bethesda, celebrating on a ward while Frank fought his way back. Last year was spent at Frank’s place, stuffing their faces with food he thankfully hadn’t contributed more than jarred cranberry sauce to. This year …
This year Frank was fending for himself. Sorry big bro, there’d been no contest. Another bachelor’s Christmas with his brother and his currently rooming with him team-mate, or immediately agreeing to dinner with Freyja’s family. He’d been pretty damn sure but from the moment he’d said yes Theo had seen the nerves in Freyja. Packing for the couple of days they’d spend on the farm hadn’t just been a military operation, it had been flap city, with him watching in amusement as Freyja had fired off orders for what he’d need in a way that would’ve made General Damasca proud. Boots, jeans, flannel, a dress shirt for dinner, all geared towards mucking up those soft scientist’s hands and apparently warding off her brothers, who were likely to make Frank look practically domesticated. He’d handled it all with a grin, tugging her out of her head and the shit storm that was apparently being imagined with an arm around her waist, his lips on hers. An instant circuit breaker.
No amount of planning in the end had ensured a spotless get away. Things were forgotten in the rush, soon to be remedied in part, at least by Freyja stealing his toothbrush. Theo had driven to her childhood home, his hand alternately on her leg, fingers laced with hers or tapping on the steering wheel as he’d filled the car with his tuneless singing. His hand had been in hers when they’d taken the detour Freyja had asked for. He’d stood at the side of her brother’s grave, his hand squeezing hers tightly as she unravelled the tragedy for him. A spill of admissions that left his throat aching and his eyes burning as he’d wrapped his arms tight around her, pressing his lips to her temple. The last time he’d been that grateful had been when he’d rushed onto that ward in Bethesda and had seen the heartbeat beeping regularly across the monitor above Frank’s bed. She was his blessing, a thousand Christmas and birthday gifts all in one. And he loved her.
If that wasn’t shining in her eyes the whole of the previous day Theo wasn’t sure what was. He’d glanced at her, a smile playing over his lips as he’d taken the interrogation from her parents and brothers, returning it with a chuckle and assurances that he had nothing but best intentions at heart. He didn’t even take offense at any of it, they loved her, he did too, that meant making sure nothing hurt her, not even the ass who had his hand laced with hers the whole of the church service and had shot her brother an empathetic look when Freyja had warded off another pointed question with that razor tongue.
Her family had been in a word – amazing – even with the well intentioned torment. The next morning he’d slipped out of bed, padded down to the kitchen intending on making coffee for the both of them but her brother had been there and by the time Freyja had come down those butter wouldn’t melt looks were on both of their faces. He had a dozen stories about kid Freyja now, ammunition to pepper her with later – if he had the energy to talk. It had been all chores pretty soon after, guests not getting it any easier, not that he would’ve expected it. By the time they were done, his back had been aching, blisters were forming on his palms but there was a bone deep satisfaction as he’d traipsed back into the house with her brothers.
Theo knew he could’ve pulled another trick with the gifts but he’d let Freyja wrap them all, except for hers of course. He’d handed over the small ones in front of her family – a pair of silver filigree earrings, a first edition of Anne of Green Gables - saved another for tonight, tucked the last under his arm the minute he’d gotten out of the shower, expecting to drag her down on her bed and watch smugly as she opened it. Freyja had other ideas though. Before he could get out a ‘hey, wait’, she was tugging him out of the house, across the yard with a gift bag in her other hand. Making sure he didn’t stumble into anything more noxious than plain old mud, Theo let himself be towed over to the barn.
He squinted as they slipped into the big old structure. It wouldn’t have looked out of place in a movie like Witness. The scent of hay heavy in the air as Freyja turned and tip toed herself up against him, pushing him back against the barn door. Theo wrapped an arm around her, the other still clutching the gift. Fingers clutched the back of her overalls, holding her in place. ”I’m definitely getting the sexy farmer vibe in here,” he admitted with a grin as she pulled back. He was pretty sure her brothers had seen that thought in his head all morning and had tried to burn it out with the shovelling and raking. The sight of her in those overalls was definitely doing it for him enough that he gave a little groan now as he was dragged over to the ladder up to the hayloft. A real fricking hayloft.
Whistling low, Theo followed her up, one eye on the rump in front of him, the other on the rough wooden rungs he was climbing. He bent his head as he reached the top, his free hand coming up to settle on the beams overhead before Freyja was setting the gift bag down and grabbing his hand to drag him down. ”Watch it, I don’t wanna damage this,” he laughed, catching himself as he hit on hands and knees around her. He settled in, the gift in its ludicrous frying pan shape tumbling aside as he slipped a hand between her and the prickly softness of hay.
Another kiss, his lips dropping to the spot he’d claimed as his under the hinge of her jaw before he drew back to look at her. ”You thought these butter soft hands were gonna fall off the minute they touched a shovel. Oh she of little faith,” he grumbled, clucking his tongue as he slipped his other hand into the soft hollow between her overalls and sweater. ”According to your brothers I didn’t do bad for a city boy. It might be a different story when I try and get up tomorrow morning. You ready to kiss my tears away when I’m walking like John Wayne and crying?” That wouldn’t be Freyja, not when he was just being a big baby. She’d seen him at his lowest, had held him as he’d fallen apart. His smile softened as she nipped at his jaw and drew back. Settling his hips against hers Theo pulled his hand from behind her back to skim her hair from her face. ”Merry Christmas baby.” His voice was husky, his kiss soft as he skimmed his mouth over hers again. Soft turning fierce, every ounce he’d come to feel for her spilling into it, up out of his chest.
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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 3:28:36 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
“Better it breaks on the floor than on your head,” Freyja chuckled gently after they landed on the hay, spreading her legs to allow Theo to slot in comfortably, keeping their bodies as close as possible. His other gifts had been beautiful and thoughtful, as they always were, but nothing was going to make up for that fucking frying pan━that she was going to kill him for. Seriously. “Nobody’s gonna find your body up here.” She whispered while he was kissing that spot under her jaw that made her knees weak, her fingers clutching the fabric that was covering his upper back.
Her body responded without hesitation to his touches; his hand went between her overalls and sweater, and Freyja’s back arched into Theo, letting out a shaky breath before her lungs punched out a laugh. It was amazing, truly, how he could have her melting in his hands in one moment, and then snorting with laughter in the next.
“They were just being nice ‘cause they wanted you to do all the shitty jobs.” She smirked up at him once he was pulling back to speak, her hand releasing his sweater to allow him a little more freedom to move. “It’s not that bad, stop whining,” Freyja laughed again, sliding one of her hands forward to rest on the side of his face, letting her thumb settle on his cheekbone. She leaned in close, lips brushing against Theo’s as she busted out the most perfect movie reference, “It’s Christmas, Theeeeoo. It’s the time of miracles. So, be of good cheeeer…” She hadn’t gone for a Hans Gruber impression or even regular Alan Rickman, no, Freyja went full Professor Snape while pulling out the line from Die Hard.
Freyja was all giggles after that, pulling her head away, unable to stop the reaction from her own joke. She was incredibly proud of herself for it, and if Theo didn’t get the reference, well, then she’d probably walk straight out of the barn and ignore him for the rest of her life. Or… she’d threaten to, at least━but it would be the same as any of her other threats to harm him; empty and surrounded by a big smile and lots of laughter.
It was all over once he was brushing her hair back and calling her ‘baby’, though. Again, they’d flipped the switch, going right back to a heavy and intimate moment. Not that Freyja was complaining, of course, because she definitely wasn’t━she’d never complain about getting kissed by Theo, not ever. Nothing he could do would make her complain━except for gifting her frying pans and cooking lessons, of course. She barely had time to get out her own, “Merry Christmas," before she was being swept up by him, the hand on his cheek going to the back of his head.
It only took a second or two for it to turn into so much more, with Freyja’s thighs squeezing against his hips, one of her hands going to his back, trying desperately to bring him in; to get him impossibly closer. She gasped quietly against his lips, skin tingling with Theo, wanting him everywhere. She rolled her hips against him steadily, the hand in his hair flexing, fingers curling around dark strands. It let them go after a moment, though, and came down to his chest. She gave him a push, lifting her upper body as she did, her other hand trying to use the hay pile for support as she flipped them around. Freyja straddled his lap, not letting their lips disconnect for longer than a few seconds. She was desperate to get at them again, to show him how much she loved him each time they touched.
Freyja bent down to hover over him as they kissed, but her hands were on his shoulders and back again, trying to keep him sitting up. Denim covered hips ground down into his, turning her face up for a moment to breathe out shakily, leaving her neck exposed for him. She couldn’t keep to one spot, not scrambling, just craving to touch him everywhere. Her palms moved again, one back to burrow in his hair, the other popping a single buckle on her overalls. The free half of the chest dangled down, no longer straining at her shoulder each time she moved.
There wasn’t a more perfect moment for this; there couldn’t be. It was the two of them, Freyja and Theo, in the home she’d grew up in━the place where she was the most comfortable, with the man she felt the most comfortable with. Nothing could ever be better than this.
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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 29, 2020 22:16:30 GMT
Hay cushioned the blow as the heels of his hands and his knees hit. Hay and Freyja. Hopefully it cushioned the gift he’d bound up in tape too. It was more delicate than it looked, although he wasn’t ruining that little secret, not when it had her threatening him again. Theo growled under his breath, dropping his head to nip the lobe of her ear with his teeth. ”Have I ever made you wanna smack me over the head with a gift?” he asked with a cluck of his tongue. Oh yeah, the last time he’d done this when she’d thumped him not just once but twice for trolling her with something not that dissimilar. He hummed against her throat, then smiled, brushing his lips lower. ”I’m pretty sure your mom’s got a soft spot for me, she may come looking eventually.” Not if their green eyed girl spun a little tale about the jerk who’d chickened out of the farm life, turning tail and running back to the city, breaking her heart in the process.
As if he ever would.
Theo snorted, stroking his fingers along what he could reach of the hollow of her spine with his hand trapped the way it was. As she arched, laughing, he dipped his hand lower, finding skin under the hem of her sweater. He raised his brows, drawing back far enough to meet her eye. ”That’s the way it is huh, buttering me up? I guess it’s a good thing I’m happy to get into their good books any way I can.” The same way he had with Grim. Theo brought up the hand not currently trailing circles on the small of her back and squinted at the burgeoning blisters on his palms. ”Say that when you’re kissing it better at least,” he grumbled. Honestly? It hadn’t been as bad as he thought it might end up being. There was still tomorrow morning to come though. He was grinning into her touch as she settled her hand on his cheek though, a soft kiss that might’ve fallen deeper if she hadn’t…
He stared at her, his mouth falling open. Oh she had. The grin spread molasses slow across his face. The hand at her back brought her in a little harder against him as Theo shook his head. ”You Die Hard-ed me?” he asked. ”You just Die Hard-ed me in the worst Severus Snape does Hans Gruber impression? Oh, I’m gonna show you cheer now.” He already had his miracle, had his cheer. Burying his head in her throat as she giggled, her growled against her skin. A bah humbug that melted away as he laughed. She’d Die Hard-ed him. Could he possibly adore this woman any more than he already did?
Nope.
His laughter had trailed off, his lips caught in that endless grin she put on his face as he skimmed the errant blonde locks back from her face. His fingertips traced the shell of her ear as he whispered to her, curled at the back of her neck as he allowed himself to sink back in with her Merry Christmas a breath against his lips. It was so easy to lose himself in her, to let what he’d come to feel for her wash over him in a way he didn’t want to escape from. Each time it crashed over him and left him tumbling towards that crescendo he wanted to go again. Theo sucked in a breath as she squeezed her legs around his hips, her hand on his back pulling him into that rhythm they’d perfected on the first date. He let it out in a huff of laughter as she shoved against him, rolling him onto his back on that hay pile. ”You don’t want your gift first?” he asked on a grin before she was back there against his mouth.
This part had always come so naturally, his hand on the base of her spine, back under the flap of her overalls as he craned up. Theo drew lightly on her pulse, knowing if her left a mark on her throat he’d likely be marched off the farm with a pitchfork. Freyja’s hands were back in his hair, the other rising to pop the buckle on her overalls. Nope, presents were definitely coming later. ”You’re never gonna stop killing me,” he told her irreverently as his other hand came up to pop the second buckle. She wasn’t going to stop threatening to kill him either. The bibs of the overalls fell down, freeing his hands to tug at her sweater. There was no way they were gonna be able to hold what they’d been up to out here when they trailed back to the house. Hay everywhere, that inescapable look of having been well and truly worn out written all over his face. Yeah, pitchforks at dawn were definitely in his future.
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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 30, 2020 2:14:00 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Especially not when he caught her movie reference. She tried to respond, but the words were lost in her fit of giggles, hands grabbing at his upper arms while her body twitched excitedly underneath him. The giggles were gone in a few moments, though, scared off by the kiss to her neck. Freyja gasped quietly, fingers burying in his hair, gently pushing him further in.
It was only seconds after their Christmas well-wishes that they were turning over, Freyja quickly trying to take the lead.
‘You don’t want your gift first?’
She smirked against his lips as they connected again, only responding once he was sitting up, his breath on the soft spot of her neck. Freyja turned her head down, words coming quietly, from the back of her throat, growling out from nothing but pleasure. She leaned further in, her teeth brushing against the helix of his ear, scraping on the cartilage lightly. Heat rushed up her body in a shudder, travelling from the pit of her stomach and up her spine, crackling on each nerve, and coming out from between her lips as a gentle moan. His fingers on her lower back sent more sparks coming up in waves, spurring on the slow and deep rolls of her hips.
Freyja leaned back just barely to look down at him, her hand sliding to the base of his neck, fingertips still pressed lightly against his scalp. “Hmm…” She hummed softly, giving him a small smile. The overalls came free, drooping down between them as she whispered, “Good.” And lifted her arms, helping him get her sweater over her head. Freyja tossed it to the side, onto the rest of the hay pile before she leaned back and twisted a bit, pushing her boots off, careful to avoid any mud.
She came back to Theo then, having gone much too long without her lips on his. Her arms slipped over his shoulders as she dipped her head, pressing onto him hard, open-mouthed and practically panting with need. She wanted more, always more, hands sliding down to curl around the hem of his own sweater. It was off quickly, and then her lips were on the bare skin of his collarbone, palms pressed to his chest. He was so sturdy and warm under fingertips, her nails digging in lightly as she dragged her tongue up his neck, and then ended the trail in a soft nip.
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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 4, 2021 20:21:05 GMT
He’d wanted to see her fall apart in his hands from the moment she’d walked into Di Marco’s with her hair in wet waves, water dripping off of her nose and that yellow dress pasted to her skin. They’d come so close that first night until she’d fallen asleep on him, wiped out by the arancini, or the rain, or everything she’d poured into those first kisses. Skin shivering under his touch, her lips hot against his, that first bold exploration. Oh, he’d returned it in spades later but the flip side of that coin hadn’t become apparent for weeks. He hadn’t wanted to see her watch him fall apart but when the nightmare had eventually hit like a sledgehammer she’d been there to hold him through those shudders, pulling him back from the edge. Making sure that the man huffing out his own laughter against her throat was hole, not a shattered semblance of the guy who’d felt her fingers slipping around his heart that first night.
God he loved her. The words hadn’t slipped past the lump in his throat yet but they were there. Gilding every kiss he touched to her throat, every word that made its way out of him as he came close, so close so often to saying it. ”For that we’re watching it when we get home,” he rasped against her throat. Sucking gently at her pulse, soothing the draw of it with lips and a trace of tongue until she was gasping, pulling him in.
The fire, as it always did, raged out of control. Pushing Freyja to flip them over. Theo sprawled against the hay, his knees coming up slightly to tilt her into him as he eased himself up. Hands anchoring her, keeping Freyja from pulling away as he latched onto that soft spot again. Home. No matter if they were in his pokey apartment or here working hay into places he didn’t want to think about now, Freyja was that for him. Had been for months. Whispering against his ear now, that scrape of teeth that sent a shudder through him, through both of them. Hands fumbling, baring themselves to each other. No matter how familiar he’d become with every inch of her body, he couldn’t get enough, exploring, taking again and again. Fingers splayed against her back, pulling her into him with each roll of her hips against him. Driving them both already.
The hum that rolled from her lips echoed in his bones, leaving vibration buzzing to the core as she smiled at him. He could feel her fingers on his scalp in the night, any time that fear tried to claw its way back, soothing, inciting, her. A laugh rumbled out now, Theo shaking his head in censure as she stretched up. He let her toss her sweater aside, his hands sliding up her back, supporting as she kicked her boots off. Not one to waste a moment Theo dipped his head, chasing the line of her throat, dipping lower, nuzzling the soft valley of her sternum until she was pulling him back. ”Not gonna be able to do this if you give me a heart attack,” he warned, tutting as he wrapped his arms around her waist. A gasp as she pressed down onto him, fingertips biting harder. ”Death by Freyja.” No better way. At 80, here with her again, crabbing about what the climb did to his back. God, he wanted it.
Theo felt the need burn clear down his spine as heat bubbled over. Fingers frantic as Freyja pulled his sweater over his head and then her mouth was there on his collarbone, hands braced on him, the quick bite of nails and teeth that had all control slipping away. He didn’t roll her, just shoved at the denim pooling at her hips, popping the button of his own jeans as he kicked his boots off. One thudded somewhere in the dark but it didn’t matter, they were bare to each other again and he was pulling her in. Pushing up against her.
Home.
Fade to black……
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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 6, 2021 4:37:33 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t breathe without him or constantly need to hold his hand to get through her day. She didn’t have to text him constantly at work or fall asleep over the phone with him on nights they spent in their separate apartments, but that hadn’t stopped them from doing so. It was nice to hear his voice, gravelly and rough as the day weighed down on him, and texts throughout the day always brought a smile to her face, but she still didn’t depend on them. She didn’t depend on him, but he was still the other half to her soul.
Freyja loved him more than anything. The idea that he was… well, what he was to her was a learning curve on its own, but her independence in all of that was something else entirely. She’d thought that feeling this way meant she’d be tied down forever, constantly hanging off her lover’s arm and not being able to exist outside of his presence. But it didn’t, love like this didn’t require that, which made it easier for her to accept.
She’d known about her love for him for a while, of course, but she didn’t know how deep it was or how far it stretched until she was presented with it in that very moment. Their increasingly bare bodies against each other, an act they’d performed dozens of times, and yet it was different each time. Sometimes it was rough and quick, sometimes they edged on for hours, but it was always a progression━and always, always a declaration of love.
The heat that was present on the night of their first date was there, too. In their heavy breaths and Freyja’s mumbled words, with their hands and lips finding their favourite spots on each other’s skin. Though, it was less of a drunken craze━for Freyja, at least━than their first night together, and she was sure she’d stay awake this time. Theo had everything━her attention, her love, her body, her heart. Just as she was sure she had his.
Any bits of denim between them was gone within seconds, Freyja’s arms on Theo’s shoulders, fingers buried where they belonged in his soft, brown locks. She tipped her head down, forehead on his while her eyes fluttered closed. A soft moan left her lips, and they were one again. Not in the way they had always been, but physically, truly, they became one.
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Freyja let out a long puff of air as her hips came to a halt, head tucked in beside Theo’s, her arms still wrapped around his shoulders. She let her weight fall onto his chest as she relaxed, the side of her head resting against his for a moment. She didn’t know if there was a time she’d ever felt closer to him. She hadn’t expected this when she’d pulled him into the barn, figuring they’d have a quick, fun roll in the hay. But it was more, and maybe it always would be from then on.
She turned her head, resting her forehead and nose on the side of his face as she breathed, trying to help her heartbeat find a lighter rhythm. She couldn’t move away just yet, though, she needed to stay with him, feel his bare skin on her own for as long as she could. Their gifts could wait━in fact, she’d damn near forgotten about her bag for him and the frying pan-shaped gift she was ready to kill him over. Right then, all tangled up with Theo, nothing mattered except for them. In their own little bubble, drowning out the rest of the world with the air from their lungs and the soft thumps of their heartbeats, forever immortalized by the necklace he’d gotten her for her birthday.
Freyja drew her head back only an inch or two so that she could look into his eyes, one of her arms sliding back, hand raising to gently cup the side of his face. He was so beautiful. It wasn’t a word she’d normally use to describe a man, but there was no better adjective for him. His face was soft and gentle in just the right places, the beard giving him some sort of sexy lumberjack look that always made Freyja weak in the knees. His nose, though maybe it was a little big, she only saw as perfect. Perfect for his face, and absolutely adorable. She gave the tip of it a soft peck, a tiny grin coming to her lips.
But those eyes. His fucking eyes. She could stare at them all day. She loved when they changed tones, especially as she was undressing him, and she liked to pretend it was just for her. A little secret they held, or a show they were putting on in the most private of places. If they inherited anything, she hoped their kids had eyes like his.
His features were starting to become fuzzy the longer she looked. Tears clouded her own green irises, a gentle sob coming up from deep within her throat. Freyja smiled at him, just to show that it wasn’t a bad sign. She didn’t know why she was crying, either, just that she held too much love for him than she could handle. She sniffled, biting her lower lip as her eyes traced back down to his mouth, and then finally, slowly, up to those hazel hues that had her melting from the moment she’d first met him.
It came out in a whisper, then. The admission she’d fought against on her birthday; the one she couldn’t keep in any longer.
“I love you.”
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jan 9, 2021 20:57:38 GMT
It wasn’t always like this, Theo thought as he sprawled boneless on the hay-strewn wooden floor of the loft. Frantic hands and breathless need, the greedy tugging of clothing out of the way so that everything they had building up in each other could spill over. Slow, tender, affectionate, fast and hot, volcanic in a way that probably would’ve had his neighbours thumping at the walls if the apartment building hadn’t been converted from some sort of warehouse complex decades before. Thank God for double layer bricks and industrial weight floors. A bastion against the nightmares he knew lurked out there in the town they’d made home. An added layer of security over his Warrior Princess that they didn’t have here.
Thank God her brothers and parents hadn’t heard what was going on in here and come in to turn what had been a near perfect day into a farmer’s style blood bath. The two of them had the place to themselves, a secret hideout where he could lose himself in her. Tender this time, taking his time with hands and mouth until he had her trembling under him. Rearing up, lips pressing to the spot where her heart beat double time beneath her ribs. The heart big enough to swallow him whole, the one he’d hold fragile as glass and dragon fierce in his hands, keeping it as safe as he knew she did his.
And she’d had it almost since that first night. In the middle of it, his face pressed in the hollow of her throat as he held her against him, close enough to be one from head to toe, he’d smiled against her skin. Even more certain of it now than he had been this morning when he’d sat at the kitchen table with her parents and her brothers, eyes on Freyja while she’d single handedly knocked each and every one of her brothers down like a bowling ace, pins falling, albeit pins that fought back just as hard. A laugh had rolled out of him then as her dad had caught his attention with something he couldn’t even remember then but then it was right back on the proud jut of her jaw, that smile that could light up a room, or maybe just heart with a flash of it.
Gone and he knew it.
Chest rising slow and steady as his heart slipped back towards its usual heavy thud, he trailed the fingers of both hands up and down her bare back. Freyja’s head resting against his as she sprawled just as bonelessly on top of him, her breath warmth against his shoulder. A contented hum slipped from him, that shiver of sustained pleasure still under his skin, focused where they were still joined together. Lips kiss swollen, damp, curved as she turned her face into him, her nose a light poke against his cheekbone. His index fingers swirled circles in the dimples at the small of her back. He couldn’t move, wasn’t ready to, even if the handle of the ‘frying pan’ had ended up poking into his hip.
Another of those low hums that was barely a word slipped out as she finally found the energy to draw her head back to study him. Theo turned his head into her touch, that slow smile growing as he turned his mouth into the cup of her palm, kissing tenderly before he nipped the heel of her hand. Her lips found his nose as he eased back, turning that grin up to an eleven. ”I guess what they say about haylofts wasn’t an exaggeration after all,” he drawled roughly, his voice low and gravelly. She was welling up though, those green eyes he could drown in welling up, a sob working its way through her even though she was smiling.
Theo dragged one of his hands up her back, coming to rest on her cheek as he frowned faintly. No tears, it should’ve been the deal with the threat she’d made when he’d made her cry on her birthday. ”Hey,” he breathed softly, his thumb skimming over her cheekbone. ”No crying on Christmas day, not even happy tears. I’m pretty sure I saw one of your brothers playing around with something that looked a lot like a shotgun earlier and I prefer my ass not peppered with buckshot.” The words were light, teasing, trailing off as she sniffled, her teeth gripping her lower lip as he watched her eyes drop to his mouth.
Adjusting himself slightly on the hard boards of the floor, he slipped his arm a little tighter around her waist, fingers trailing up her ribs and stopping as she whispered to him. I love you. The words he’d been holding inside for weeks, his grip ever growing tighter because he’d known that at some point they were going to slip out and that would be it. His mouth twitched, a watery chuckle bubbling up as he slipped his fingers into her hair to draw Freyja into a kiss. ”Now you’re gonna make me cry and then your brothers are gonna wanna know what you did to hurt me.” He was shaking his head lightly though, his lips skimming against hers before he eased back millimetres to look into those jade eyes. ”God, I love you too. I never knew how much I could…” But she’d unlocked parts of him, showed him just how deep it was possible to feel anything, how easy it was to love and feel it in every cell of your body and every thought.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
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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 Jan 12, 2021 4:42:57 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
It was what kept her silent before her admission, though she smiled as he cupped her cheek and joked about her brothers coming after him. They definitely would if he ever did anything to hurt her, but Freyja knew he wouldn’t━couldn’t. They were too good at this; their level of communication was healthy, they had good sex quite often, and they had plans for the future that matched. And, if they differed slightly, Freyja was willing to adjust and work with him on it. She just couldn’t see her heart getting broken with this one.
She’d sucked in a breath when he drew her into a kiss, using her hand on his cheek to almost pull him in closer, her chest pressing to his again. He was warm, even as a draft slid through the barn and made her spine tingle. He was safe, he would always be safe, and it was what kept her calm when he didn’t immediately tell her he loved her, too. Freyja had known that he did━hadn’t she?
Finally, as he pulled away and their eyes met again, it came.
‘God, I love you too. I never knew how much I could…’
Another sob rippled through her, but she was beaming at him now. A real, true and genuine smile, not one that she was just putting on to communicate how she was feeling. He loved her, and she loved him, and this was the best Christmas present she ever could’ve asked for. She couldn’t come up with anything to say next; she was too giddy, too excited that she didn’t have to hold it in anymore. She could say it freely now, as often as she wanted. So she said it again.
“I love you.” Freyja laughed, bringing him in by his cheek to kiss him again. Where her other arm was dangling over his shoulder and behind him, she pressed her fingers to his back, letting the tips of her digits slide up his spine before bringing them to his shoulder. And then up further, to his hair again, unable to stay out of it for long. “I love you.” The last one was a whisper, just reminding him, as if he hadn’t heard it enough by then. She’d keep reminding him, every day, for the rest of their lives. There wouldn’t be a time where she didn’t say it to him anymore.
Freyja was still smiling as she dropped her hand from his cheek and wrapped her arm around his shoulders, bringing him in for a hug. And she held him there for a long moment, her other fingers gripping his hair lightly, keeping him close. As if she’d ever let him go far. Not now, not ever.
She was sniffling after a few moments, swallowing thickly as she blinked the last of her tears from her eyes. Freyja knew she could’ve held him there forever, but━now that she’d told him how she felt━she wanted to see him open his gifts. The only issue was pulling away to get them, which was always the worst part; leaving his arms.
Freyja slipped off his lap slowly, her snail-like actions enough of a warning, foretelling her movements, or so she hoped. She pecked his cheek as she moved off, catching the roughness of his beard against her lips. Maybe it was weird, and maybe she shouldn’t have, but she loved it. She loved everything about this man━her man.
It was cold without him, and she was snatching at her clothes once she’d detached from Theo, slipping on her underwear, sweater and overalls again, trying to calm the shivering that felt bone-deep and uncontrollable. She didn’t bother to clasp her overalls over her shoulders, though, leaving them dangling below her chest as she crawled a few feet to grab the gift bag she’d set down earlier. She found her way back to his side, walking on her knees before she fell gracelessly onto a small pile of hay, a little huff coming from her as she landed, the straw barely cushioning her from the hard floor.
“You first.” Freyja smiled as she stuck the bag into his lap, blue tissue peeking out from the blue and white snowman design of the outside. She had everything on the inside individually and neatly wrapped, and waited (quite impatiently) for him to open them. Other than the ribbon, though. She reached over before he could, pulling the tissue paper out and tossing it over her shoulder. Freyja leaned over his lap and pulled out the little, plastic ribbon, one of the cheap ones with a small pin on the back. It was blue, and the body of it stated ‘Best Boyfriend Ever’. Freyja stuck it to his sweater, and then finally pulled away to let him open the wrapped presents.
The first gift had required her mom’s help and glossy photo paper, but it was a picture in a dark, wooden frame, one they’d taken on the couch the day before. They were curled up on the couch together, sides pressed together, with Grim laying beside them, his head on Freyja’s lap. And, in the corner of the frame, she’d stuck a piece of a napkin, one from Di Marco’s, with the name of the restaurant printed onto the paper. She’d considered putting his note from their first date in there, but that was still stuck to her fridge where he’d left it, and it would stay there. This, though━this was for him. “I thought… maybe you could have it on your desk at work. In your office or something,” She explained gently, nervously, hoping he’d like it.
The next gift went with it━kind of. A set of dark-coloured, elegant pens, ones that were supposed to glide smoothly. They’d be good for marking or… something, she hoped.
The last one, though, was the main gift. It was a package for a stay at Hotel Hubertus in Italy for Valentine’s Day weekend. Plane tickets, and a brochure outlining what she’d booked. “If you can get somebody to cover your classes on that Friday and then the Monday after Valentine’s, then we…” She trailed off, looking at the multitude of paper, and then up at the side of his face. “It’s a ski resort, but I didn’t book a ski package because… fuck skiing.” Freyja snorted, “They have a really nice spa, wellness thing. Plus, if we can get into one of those heated pools alone,” She joked to take the attention away from her nervousness, giving him a playful nudge. As she did. Maybe it was too much, but she couldn’t help herself when she’d seen the advertisement. It had looked perfect, and she couldn’t wait to experience it with him.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
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Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jan 15, 2021 21:08:27 GMT
He’d never met anybody so fierce who cried so freely. The first time it had worried him, the sobs that had worked their way through her in his car on her birthday leaving him almost breathless with it. What had he done, how he managed to screw this incredible thing up? She’d been beaming at him like sunshine through the rain as she’d done it, like she was now, but that shiver of fear had been there. Happy, sad, mad at him it all seemed to shudder out of her in tears and gilt edged smiles. Maybe it was just for him, Theo thought as he brushed his thumb up to her temple, circling lightly on the tender skin, but he had a feeling Freyja was one of those people who just wore her emotions close to the skin, feeling them more than bone deep but not doing a great job of hiding them. He was the same, at least for her, no longer covering things up with laughter when the barbs dug deep. There was no need to hide them with her. Freyja had seen him at his lowest, falling apart completely in her arms, shaking his way through an explanation that had been 99 percent lie. She hadn’t run, her feelings hadn’t changed. If anything it had brought them closer together.
Brought them here.
A little world of their own, separate from the celebrations that were undoubtedly continuing in the house. A snow globe – hay globe – the rest of the world outside as it always seemed to be when she drew him in. Cool fingers on his cheek, her body slotted against his as they dipped back into that kiss, his own water works threatening to turn on and drown him as surely those three words could. He’d go under happily, live in that rip tide for decades without wondering when he would go under for the last time. Theo felt his heart throb in his chest as he drew back just far enough to look into her eyes. His voice hoarse, honesty raw in it. It was true, he’d known love from his family, had maybe thought it was that when he’d had his heart broken twice in college but it wasn’t the same, hadn’t felt the same for weeks as what he’d felt inside had slowly made itself known like a TV picture coming into clarity as static he hadn’t known covered his life disappeared.
That shudder again, his own slow smile as he grinned back at her. Theo skimmed his hand up her side, thumb and fingers spanning her ribcage just below the curve of her chest, her heartbeat a thud against his palm. Her hands were on his cheeks, drawing him back into a kiss with laughter and those words on her lips. He slid his leg around hers, anchoring her as pressed his lips back to hers. ”I love you too,” he promised against her mouth, such certainty in it. He’d never get tired of hearing it or saying it, feeling it every cell of his body. He loved her and she loved him.
Dropping his head to his shoulder as she drew him in, his lips finding their spot in the notch of her collarbones. Home. It always with her now, his safe harbour right here. He turned his head slightly, kissing her throat, under her jaw, his thumb still brushing over her cheek as her tears dried up. Theo lifted his head as she slipped off of his lap. He dropped back onto his elbows, still sprawled out as she pecked his cheek. ”Leaving me already?” he asked, amusement in his voice as he watched her snatching up her clothes. A low groan from his throat, a mock look of disappointment as all that bare alabaster skin disappeared beneath her clothes. He drew a breath in through his nose, reached for his own boxer shorts to slither into them. The hay was already pricking at skin it never should’ve been anywhere near. They were gonna be due another shower when they got back inside.
He pulled his sweater on too, leaving his legs bare for the time being. If the bag hadn’t dropped in his lap he might’ve curled towards her. Theo pursed his lips, half grinning as he poked a finger into the lip of the bag. ”I was gonna say the same…” She was there though, dipping into the bag to throw out some tissue paper, grabbing a little ribbony thing. Pulling his head back, he watch as she pinned it to his chest. He instantly chuckled, his body shaking. ”I got the prize, excellent. Is that it? If it is I wouldn’t complain…” It was a title he’d gladly bear.
Fingers worked on the wrapping paper, stuff that was actually used properly instead of turned into a homage to scotch tape. Unpeeling it carefully, he set it aside, his throat going thick as he pulled the photo out of the two of them. Pressing his lips together, he felt his eyes burn. ”God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. ”And way too good for me. Who’s the best in the photo with you?” He was grinning while he said it, leaning in to nip a kiss in thanks. ”It’s getting pride of my place on my desk. I don’t think I’m gonna be getting much work done with it there but they’ll pay me for staring at one of the seven wonders of the world right?” He could barely take his eyes off of her as it was, and now every minute of his work day was gonna be saturated deeper with her. The photo on his desk, the pens he unwrapped next warm in his fingers as he dissected lab reports and tests.
Theo frowned faintly as he opened the last one, fingers rifling the pages as he straightened up. He crossed his legs, setting the pages down in his lap to rifle through them. The grin spread slowly over his face as he caught the tickets, the brochure of what looked like heaven on earth. ”You just don’t wanna freeze your ass off,” he teased. ”I’ll get someone to cover, if not …” he feigned a cough, a hand coming up to his throat before he leaned in. The papers slid in his lap but it didn’t matter, his hand was settled on her jaw, his lips on hers. ”They’re incredible. You’re incredible. Thank you, baby.” He could already imagine her wet and sleek in the pool, a selkie suckering him down to the depths with her, keeping him there for an eternity.
Resting his forehead against hers, Theo reached behind her, snagging the handle of his gift. His grin spread across his lips as he drew it in, using it to tap her lightly on the ass. ”Now, before you say anything … I figured it was probably a good idea to get a new set of pans if you were gonna keep ruining them…” Laughing, he drew back an inch, dragging it up between them. The old school Sony Walkman and mix tapes he’d put together of every song that’d marked a moment in their lives together wasn’t a patch on Valentine’s day up in the sky but sap that he was, his throat had gotten thick as he’d put them together in his office, his handwritten song lists and scattered graffitied hearts on the inserts leaving him feeling about 15 again. Every single moment of the music had been felt so much deeper this time though, the lyrics carving themselves into their history. Something of him to listen to when she was stuck in the office, a little more of them in her days.
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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 18, 2021 22:01:43 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
She let him go through the presents on his own afterwards, though, watching as he opened her presents with a delicateness that was absent in his gift wrapping. It made her smile again as she watched, a small flurry in her stomach, only building as he got closer to her main gift.
Her cheeks turned pink as he opened the photo, saying a gentle, “Shut up,” at his compliments, though her grin was wide anyways. “It’s me, obviously.” She quipped back at his question, turning her chin up to accept his gratitude by way of a kiss. “Kidding. It’s Grim,” Freyja snickered, but her teasing was wiped away when he called her one of the seven wonders of the world. She was beaming again, turning her face away as if she could hide it, or that she was embarrassed to let him see her smile. They’d been bare to each other countless times, inside and out, exposing their bodies and souls to one another, so a smile━after all that━was nothing. Still, she felt like a schoolgirl when he complimented her, getting all giddy and blushing, somehow feeling more beautiful when he was the one telling her.
“Probably not. Don’t get fired, though. I need you to be able to support us on your sole income so I can fulfill my dreams of becoming a trophy wife.” Freyja’s eyes flicked back to his, grinning slyly now. It was probably the furthest thing from her dream; the only thing similar was having Theo as her husband. But they’d both be working, at least, they would be after she’d recovered from popping out a few kids. That was the dream.
The Valentine’s trip was a piece of a dream, though. Getting waited on hand and foot, massages, facials, and that fucking pool had to be Heaven on Earth━or the closest thing to it that Freyja had ever seen, apart from Theo.
Her nervousness began to fade as she studied her reaction, the smile that had faded with her worry coming back as strong as ever. It wasn’t too much; he looked like he was excited━just as she had been when she’d been booking them, or squirreling away chunks of her paycheques to save for it.
‘You just don’t wanna freeze your ass off,’
“No, I just wanted to have sex with you on a different continent.” Freyja laughed, watching as he promised to find a way to get the time off, even if it meant faking sick. She leaned in, meeting him halfway as he kissed her, her arms sliding around his shoulders, fingers dipping into his hair. “You’re welcome,” Freyja whispered back to him, her eyelids falling closed as their foreheads pressed together, just breathing him in. She felt so incredibly lucky to have him, to be there with Theo, and for the trip they were going to have. She was counting down the seconds already.
‘Now, before you say anything…’
Freyja’s eyes flew open as something tapped her on the backside, pulling back slowly to look down at the gift that was put in her lap. “I revoke my ‘I love you’. You’re the worst,” Freyja scoffed, drawing her hands away and settling them on the pan. She didn’t even want to open it, but she figured that━if she did━it would remove any cushioning before she beat him with it. Pale fingers tore at the paper gracelessly, ripping it from the gift, which… clearly wasn’t a frying pan.
Freyja furrowed her brow as she removed the tube she’d wrongfully assumed was the handle, instead finding two sets of headphones going through it. She’d never owned a Walkman before, only a Discman, but she remembered finding a dusty one in the basement as a child. It had worked, of course, but there were only old cassettes, and while she had adored it for a week and then forgot about it, this was… a million times more amazing. Because it was Theo’s writing on all of them, mapping out each tape, giving her a list of the songs, with drawings of little hearts that had her heart aching all over again.
Her fingertips slid over the edge of the Walkman, the adorable, little blue rectangle that was going to somehow translate their love story into music. “Okay,” Freyja began after a moment, looking back up at Theo, smiling as those fucking tears came back. Welling up in her eyes, though they didn’t break just yet. “Reinstating my ‘I love you.’ This is the best,” She laughed, taking the set of earbuds and sticking them into the top of the machine. Her fingers hovered over the tapes for a moment, trying to choose one, and eventually snatched up the one with the most hearts on it. She slipped it into the Walkman, put the right bud in her ear, and then handed him the left. They’d shared music together before, maybe once or twice, but never like this. It was never… an ancient machine playing handmade mixtapes for them. Freyja was traditional, old school, and she loved Theo━this gift was all of her favourite things rolled up into one.
She pressed down on the ‘play’ button, the excitement for the music to begin rushing through her, boiling up in her chest in those few seconds it took for it to fade in. It was a soft song, slow but not put-you-to-sleep slow, and Freyja immediately felt like her heart was going to explode. She trailed her eyes up from the device and to his face, the smile now a permanent fixture on her lips. She leaned in, resting her head on his once more. The hand that was holding the Walkman found his, putting the front of the device into his palm while her fingers wrapped around the back. She closed her free hand around both of theirs, locking them together, around the music.
“Thank you.” She whispered, eyes closing as she relaxed there. “It’s amazing. I love this so much.”
Freyja thought that they could stay there forever. It wasn’t an unfamiliar idea, but now it was solidifying, and she couldn’t imagine leaving this moment. They’d never have to go back inside, never have to face another moment alone without the other, or this music. Obviously, she knew that they’d have to eventually go back to their regular lives, but now she had this to take everywhere with her; a little piece of Theo that she’d always have.
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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 28, 2021 19:36:41 GMT
God, he didn’t deserve her but now that he had her, he wanted to cling on with greedy hands and bury his face in her neck for an eternity.
Theo shook his head slowly, his lips curling into a beaming smile as he drew back from the kiss he’d pressed to her lips. There was definitely a beauty and a beast in their relationship before he even brought Grim into it. ”Never,” he promised, his voice ringing with truth. She had him clucking his tongue at her as she joked in a way that had his hazel eyes narrowing. ”I was gonna say he’s the middle ground but I might have to switch my order up now.” He pretended to scrutinise the photo again, eyes slitted and concentration furrowing his brow until she was turning her face away to hide the grin. ”I love it,” he promised her. Theo reached out and tangled his fingers in her unbuckled overalls to tug her in. ”I love you too.” It slipped out so easy now that the dam of holding it back had blown. So earnest, felt right down to his bones.
He kept his fingers there, hooked in the pocket while the framed photo was propped against his stomach. A chuckle working past his lips, that mental image of her feigned future faintly appealing. ”They would have a riot on their hands if they tried, the students love me way too much. Your future as a trophy wife is safe.” Theo drew in a breath through his nose, kept his eyes on hers as he reeled her in to nip at her lower lip. The job had changed, from that first rush into the hospital lab after graduation, to that gentler but more fulfilling pace of the lecture hall and Whitmore’s world class labs, to being something that slipped into the background the moment he walked out of the building because he had so much more than just the job now.
Once he would’ve balked at the idea of handing off his work to anybody else. Not now. Days spent being pampered, watching Freyja going pliant under a massage therapist’s hands before he recreated it in that pool, his own hands pushing her towards that bliss until colour flushed her face and she tipped over the edge with a groan against his skin. Now, that was a real goal in life.
Snow, rain, dessert heat. All tolerable with Freyja at his side or wrapped around him with that fierce devotion. More than tolerable and she knew it as he grinned and teased her about the trip. If he had a choice in the matter he wouldn’t go freezing his balls off on a ski slope, or venture much outside of that pool and their room. ”We coulda just gone to Acapulco for that,” he quipped. This was … so much more. He poured his gratitude into the kiss he tugged her into, whispered it against her lips. This was going to be the trip of a lifetime.
In comparison what he’d got her didn’t feel like it was ever gonna match up. In fact he was almost cringing about it as he stayed wrapped up in her, reaching past to grab the parcel he’d disguised fully anticipating how pissed she was going to be about it. Grinning, Theo dragged it between the two of them and then eased back. Elbows planted on the wooden boards, his lower lip rolling between his teeth before he chuckled. ”I am but you hate me and you love me and the feeling is absolutely mutual.” Theo tapped his fist over his heart then pressed his fingers to his lips and blew her a kiss. If he’d really used a frying pan as a vessel she’d likely have brained him with it but she was cannier than that.
This time he hadn’t buried it in tape, making it easier for her to tear at it. He looked faintly pained at the way the paper rained down around them but then she was frowning down at the gift and that same warmth of amusement rolled through him. Those clever fingers that had clung to his bare back only minutes before pulling the Walkman from the packaging, the tapes he’d worked on for a half dozen lunch breaks in a row, music of a dozen kinds floating down the hallways of the department as he’d picked through his cassette collection, pulling it all together in the right way. And it was that. He knew it as she spoke that simple word and looked back up at him welling up again. ”I tried to make sure it was,” he drawled lightly. Shifting, Theo set his hand on her thigh, rubbed lightly up and down as she plugged in the headphones and passed one to him. He eased it in, managing not to drive his hearing aid into his brain as he did it.
It cut in on one the softer songs he’d chosen, a slow, easy melody that slipped like silk into his ear. Theo wrapped his hand around the Walkman as Freyja eased in, his fingers curling around the edge to meet hers as she locked their hands together with her other. ”It’s not a pool in the sky and mountains…” he countered lightly. ”But it’s a little bit of my heart to be with you. Every song that’s come into my mind since that first day we met. Cheesy, definitely cheesy.” His laugh was a rumble in his chest, his other hand rising from her thigh to her waist to pull her down against him again. In a minute one of her brothers or her parents would undoubtedly come looking for them, dragging them back to the house to continue the celebrations but for the moment they were still in their hay bubble, wrapped up in each other and the soundtrack of their relationship.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
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Theo Damasca
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Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Feb 3, 2021 3:32:47 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
His feelings became increasingly obvious to her as she sorted through the tapes, going through each one as if she’d find one she didn’t like. No, they were all perfect, just like him. And when they started listening, hands clasped around the device, she spoke no word of a lie━it was the most amazing gift she’d ever been given. It made her melt over and over again on the inside, more sure than ever that she’d found her soulmate. Theo was it for her, and she couldn’t have been happier about it.
‘It’s not a pool in the sky and mountains…’
Freyja shook her head slowly as she came closer, letting him guide her in. Her knee felt stiff from before, when it had been holding her up against the wooden floorboards, and so she slipped into his lap with her legs extended, letting them draw out fully behind him. She pulled back the hand that was atop both of their’s and brought it down, over her thigh and to his, gently playing with the hem of his boxer briefs. “Shut up,” Freyja whispered, her words gentle, holding no venom. Her forehead rested onto his, nose nuzzling his own before she settled against him. “It’s perfect.” She added, letting out a gentle sigh, still holding the Walkman in their hands while it serenaded them. “Definitely cheesy,” Freyja echoed his words and pecked his lips softly, her head only leaving his for a second before it was back. Green eyes cast down, looking over the bottom of his face, his chest, and where their bodies met at their hips. “It’s like I’m dating a teddy bear; you’re such a softie, and it’s so cute.” She chuckled gently, barely audible, before she was continuing, “But I love it. And I’m gonna listen to it every day; it’s perfect. It’s like you telling me you love me on every track.” Freyja hadn’t listened to them all yet (obviously), but she couldn’t imagine anything different. It had to have meant that, a constant reminder that there was someone out there who shared her soul━he’d even said so. A piece of his heart to carry with her━always.
A draft carried through the barn, hitting Freyja on the bare skin of her neck, sending a shiver through her. She pulled her head away and then tucked it into his neck, pressing their chests together, drawing in as close as she could possibly be. The hand on the outside of his thigh flattened, trying to feel whether or not he was cold. “How are you not freezing to death?” Freyja asked into his neck, words muffled slightly, though she didn’t move. Other than her one question, she stayed quiet, just listening to their music. It faded into the next song, another one with lyrics that had her pouting, attempting to be a little dramatic in order to ward off more tears. She loved him, and all she wanted was to give this feeling back to him━to assure Theo that she loved him this much, too; enough to kill for him, or spend days creating a retro, physical representation of their love.
As the third song started, Freyja heard two sharp whistles, and immediately sighed, pulling away. “That’s for us, for dinner.” She mumbled, smiling sadly at Theo. She’d rather gnaw off her own arm than move away from him, but her mom would chop it off for her if they weren’t inside in a reasonable amount of time. Freyja smirked, adding, “It’s one whistle for the dogs, two for the kids,” with a soft snort. She remembered telling a classmate in college about it, mentioning the factoid in passing as if it was the most regular thing in the world, and having the girl staring at her like she had two heads. It always brought them in at any age, and no matter where they were on the property. Sometimes, even when she was down the road, she could hear it. It always amazed Freyja how her mom could make such a loud sound by sticking two fingers in her mouth, and she’d never been able to replicate it. Maybe one day, if she and Theo had a big enough house, or if their kids were playing far enough down the street, she’d be able to learn it and freak out all the other parents by beckoning her children as if they were animals.
Freyja pulled off of his lap slowly, taking the Walkman with her after gently taking both their earbuds out. She pressed down on the button to make it stop, and then wrapped the headphones around the player. Freyja piled the tapes and the rest of the gifts into the bag she’d used for Theo, collecting her hat and tossing it in, as well. Once they were all in one spot, she handed the bag to Theo with a wide grin, expecting him to carry it. After all, it was his job; ’boyfriend’ was just a fancy word for ‘pack mule.’
She groaned as she got to her feet again, leaning on one leg to take the weight off the other. After an injury like the one she’d been through, she should’ve known that the affected areas could only take so much, but Theo had looked too scrumptious for any forward-thinking. “Hey, when we have kids and think about getting them into organized sports, remind me to never let them play competitively.” Freyja groaned, and started slowly hobbling towards the ladder. “I guess you can still get fucked up playing in kids’ leagues, but hopefully our boys will be huge and just break everybody else’s bones during their football games.” The words came out easily, as if there was no question about it━only sons, and they’d play football, too━nothing else. Maybe hockey, but that would only be if they were bored during the off-season. And, with Theo’s height and summers spent working on that very farm, she was sure their boys were gonna kick some ass.
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THEO DAMASCA
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Feb 6, 2021 19:47:38 GMT
He could bask in it. The feel of Freyja’s hands wrapped around his, small but solid, the weight of her against him that increased as he drew her in to him. Cheesy lyrics that had made his face burn as he’d chuckled his way through some of them, shrieking aloud to them after hours in his office to others. Little milestones to every evolution in their relationship. The song that had been playing quietly in the background at Di Marco’s when she’d stepped in half drowned from the rain. What had been on the radio the first time he’d cooked for her, when that bolt had shot through the centre of him as he’d realised they weren’t just hovering around the edges of a relationship anymore, they’d sunk neck deep into it and he was about to wilfully let himself drown in it, in her. Frank would’ve laughed his ass off at it, Theo knew, but as far as he was concerned his brother didn’t have a romantic bone in his body, had never been lucky or blessed enough to feel this way about anybody.
Frank probably hadn’t felt so damn bashful about having lived out a sixteen year old’s fantasy of a romance, drawn out in pen on tape inserts, poured into a progression of songs like they’d tell a beautiful love story and not just have the object of your affection howling with laughter or asking what the fuck. Theo felt the heat of that bashfulness touch his own face as Freyja shifted close enough that they were nose to nose again, her nuzzling in that way that left him content deep inside. ”Shutting up,” he promised, his lips curving. Her fingers had found his leg, working along his skin as she pecked his lips. He trailed his hand up and down six inches of her spine, drawing those tiny circles. A huff of a laugh washing over her lips to the sound of hers. ”Not anything as manly as a grizzly bear? Damn.” He was soft though and she’d made him that way, turning some part deep inside of him marshmallowy. While it might’ve left him vulnerable she’d shielded it with her own heart, added balm to it when it had stung faintly. ”Full volume,” he whispered, nuzzling his lips against hers. ”Wear them out. Just don’t get sick of any of them. I wanted you to feel everything you make me feel.” He wasn’t a poet, couldn’t always find the words he wanted, needed to say to her but in each of the songs there was something he wished he’d found the words to say.
The music filled his head now, his eyes slipping shut for a moment before the bite of a breeze had her shivering and pulling in tighter to him. Theo hummed lightly as he wrapped his arm tighter around her, pressing his slowly cooling cheek to the top of her head. ”I’m a teddy bear remember,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her in a momentary kiss. ”Built in fur coat and I’ve got myself a hot water bottle clinging on.” He rubbed his hand a little brisker on her back though, trying to ease heat back into her body to keep her here just a moment more. Songs drifting from one into another, the moment they needed to take that walk of shame back to the house put off for just another song.
It was working, their little hay globe isolated from the rest of the farm, and her family, although so far they’d been great with him. It wasn’t going to last forever though. The whistles that cut through the air and reached even his damaged ears hit eventually, had him frowning as he drew back. Brows raised, he looked over her shoulder, like he might find her mom standing there, staring up at them and leaving him scrambling for the rest of his clothes. ”That’s the dinner bell?” he asked, unable to stop the grin. ”How long did it take her train you guys on it?” Probably not long, although he imagined there’d been some selective deafness involved a time or two. His own mom had never worried too much, knowing that either him or Frank would drag the other home eventually and they couldn’t exactly get off base without someone knowing about it.
A grumble rolled out of him but he let Freyja slip away and start packing up the gifts. He hung his head slightly in reluctance and then rolled to his hands and knees, gather together his clothes to scramble into them. By the time she had the neatly packed bag held out to him he was already ramming his feet back into his boots. He took it mutely, like a good boyfriend, then frowned as she started to ease herself up. The groan, the favouring of what he knew was her good leg had him mentally kicking himself. They’d pushed it out here and had hung around in the cold afterwards, letting stiffness creep back in. ”Our kids aren’t gonna be into sports,” he promised, following her towards the ladder with the bag dangling from his fingers. ”They’re going to be evil geniuses, living in science labs and plotting how to take over the world.” She’d told him about the injury that had cut off her Olympic dreams and undoubtedly the memory of what had happened to her brother was lingering hard here. ”Giant, hulking scientists, who’ve maybe learned enough from your brothers and Uncle Frank to know how not to end up in the ER every week. Come here.” The moment they were both down the ladder he was scooping her up without preamble.
The hand he was holding the bag with curled around her good knee as he held her like a man taking his bride through the door of their new home rather than a guy strolling out of a barn after celebrating Christmas in his very own hay globe with the woman who loved. His forearm braced beneath her legs, the other arm around her back as he started back towards the house on legs that were a little unsteady but undoubtedly less stiff than hers. ”Let’s hope that they’re at least as pretty as their mom. Big as their dad and as homely as him? That’s a double curse.” Beauty and the beast indeed, but he was a beast who knew he was adored in spite of it at least.
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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 7, 2021 4:57:15 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
And the physical representations of their love. The sound of little feet━inevitable, but so, so wanted. Her words were playful, something they’d talked about on more than one occasion; ‘our kids are gonna do this’ and ‘our kids are gonna do that,’ but it always felt so amazing when her dream-like thoughts were reciprocated. Reassurance that he was still in this with her, that they were still on the same wavelength.
“That’s the ‘get your ass inside’ bell. Took about a week and a ton of treats,” Freyja mumbled before the talks of children, while she was sliding away, a playful grin on her lips. In reality, she didn’t remember a time when she hadn’t known what those whistles meant. She assumed that her brothers must’ve pulled her home in the beginning━until she’d learned.
Despite how badly she wanted to stay, Freyja was up and rummaging around in the hayloft, gathering their things to leave no trace of what they’d done━other than tousled hair and pink cheeks, of course. That they couldn’t hide so easily.
‘Our kids aren’t gonna be into sports,’
Freyja shot an incredulous look over her shoulder at him while she limped to the ladder, beginning to descend it carefully. It wasn’t easy on her knee, almost worse than walking while her weight moved back to it over and over, sending shooting pain up her spine each time. Theo helped, though. Freyja was laughing through her slow sink to the ground, reminding herself to not jump from the last rung like she wanted to. “They sound terrifying, but also really cool. Like new-generation Dr. Frankensteins.” She stepped away to give Theo just enough room at the bottom, though there was no hesitation (or warning) before she was being scooped up. Freyja let out a yelp of surprise, her arms immediately curling around his shoulders, hands clamping together at the back of his neck to keep her secure. Once she was settled in his arms, she was beaming at him, collecting endless proof that she’d chosen the right one. There was an unmeasurable attractiveness to this━the fact that he was able to lift and carry her with no issue, and that he was doing it (she assumed) because she’d been limping.
“Don’t know whether you’re my Warrior Prince or my Knight in Shining Armour.” Freyja laughed, “But I’m going with Knight.” She leaned in, pecking his cheek while he carried her back. A small gasp came out of her next, as if offended by Theo insulting himself. “You’re terrible.” She whispered, like she couldn’t bear to speak any louder, her voice hinting towards baby-ish. “I think you’re pretty, too. We’re gonna make some gorgeous, tall, super-smart babies.” Freyja added, bumping her nose onto his cheek while she smiled, admiring face as they neared the house.
As soon as they were through the door, Freyja was wriggling in his arms like a kitten that’d been confined for too long. She wouldn’t hear the end of it from her brothers, but as she found her way to the floor, she knew it had been worth it.
“You forgota do your overalls back up.” Jack pointed out. Okay, almost worth it. Freyja’s cheeks were hot again, surely turning a tomato-like colour while her fingers found their way to the buckles. She did them up quickly, but her mother’s voice was breaking the silence before Freyja could come up with an adequate retort.
“Theo, honey, can you come stir the gravy, please?” She spoke as if they’d been dating for years, as if this wasn’t the first time she’d met him. Freyja pointedly ignored the wide grin on her dad’s face as he watched them clamber in, and she knew if she made eye contact he’d let out the joke he was so desperate to make. Instead of giving him any more material to work with, Freyja wandered towards the kitchen, sitting on the other side of the table while she watched her mom treat Theo like he was already her son-in-law.
Embarrassment melted away as she leaned forward, elbows on the table with her cheeks being squished by her hands. “Need any help━”
“No.” Her mom’s reply was quick and sharp, eyes wide as she looked from Theo to Freyja. “I’ve worked too hard on this turkey dinner to have you come and burn something. In fact, you’re already too close. Back up a few feet.” She was only half-joking, her playful smirk mirrored on Freyja’s lips. Nearly a carbon copy of her mother, everybody always told her━the same expressions and mannerisms, and the only two with green eyes. And, apparently, a shared love of Theo Damasca.
Freyja’s eyes still felt hollow from all the crying, though her heart was swelling with an overabundance of emotion. She’d finally been able to admit how she felt, and he’d said it back━if that didn’t reassure her that he was in this for the long haul, then seeing him being coached on how to stir gravy by her mother definitely did. Their Valentine’s Day was going to be amazing━she was sure of it━but Freyja couldn’t wait until next Christmas, when they’d be back here again, in the place where she grew up, sharing another holiday with her family. One that she hoped━no, knew that he’d be apart of one day.
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