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 Jun 28, 2021 1:06:25 GMT
 If there was some way to just close his eyes and will himself to wherever the guy - Theo, his name was Theo, the newspaper had told him that much - then Cory hadn’t found it. Desperation tearing at his gut once he’d realised he could do this the same way that Augustus had pulled him out of heaven … almost the same way. There was no ‘deal’ to this, no cost that was going to hit like an anvil once the soul was back in the body. Death hadn’t put strings on the agreement they’d struck. A soul taken before its time being taken back, a wrong righted in a way that left him with tears searing the back of his eyes as he Cory squeezed them shut again and took himself from the building on campus where he’d watched the twin, still pale, still looking like a man with the weight of the world slowly crushing him. The woods outside the campus. The square. The apartment that had been listed in the local phone director – thank God for small towns where time seemed to have come to a standstill some time in the 1950s. All coming up empty. There had been a girlfriend, Theo had mentioned that much in those brief minutes he’d had to snatch all hope away from him before his brother had stumbled into the clearing, a scream building on his lips. A banshee, screaming for a banshee. Neutral parties, that was what Leah had implied they were. Standing on the sidewalk of the square, still invisible to the people hustling past in the middle of the day, Cory dragged his hands back through his hair. Desperation leaving his chest heaving with breaths drawn in raggedly. He didn’t think there was some time limit on this, he’d been gone for years himself after all, but with some solution right there at hand, he hadn’t wanted to wait. Lips pressed together, he twisted on the spot again, swallowing hard. Theo could’ve moved on, taken the hand of some other reaper and found peace somewhere. He didn’t want to believe it, thought he’d be able to feel it somewhere in the pit of his stomach if he wasn’t here. Tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth to staunch the tears nobody would even get to see except for him, Cory turned and stopped. The blonde was waddling more than walking, an obvious bump protruding. Pregnant, making her way along the sidewalk towards one of the office buildings. A phone in hand, a tall form walking along just at her shoulder. Shoulders hunched, hands flying in the air. Deaf. The talk on campus had been that he was deaf. All those whispers building up just enough to make a picture the puzzle pieces could click into. Cory paid no attention to the cars on the road. He ran straight through, not even feeling the tug of one that passed within inches on his clothing, hands spread, he started to wave them at the guy. ”There’s a way, I’ve found a way!” Words that broke into his throat as he barrelled onto the sidewalk, clutching at the guy’s arm. ”I can bring you back.” A miracle, it was going to be a miracle. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Their new normal, still gutting, but he was here. Still holding on to his sanity, his grip tighter after the scan, fingers left wrapped tight as he’d heard her voice, heard the quiet whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of their little girl’s heartbeat. He still believed it was a girl, no matter how hard Freyja was lobbying for it to be a boy. Odds or not, he wasn’t about to cave. Theo’s lips curved as he walked, a glint of humour in the hazel eyes that cut sideways. ”There’s gonna be a point where you eat the whole town out of pickles you know. Pretty sure the guy at the store’s already putting a call out to every store in the area to try and dig up about half dozen jars … you might get maaaybe another week’s supply.” Despite the steady diet of pickles and peanut butter and the stress the pregnancy was going well. Stretched out beside Freyja on the bed at night, no dent made by his head in the pillows, no warmth for her to curl into in the middle of the night, he watched her bump, waited for those moments when it would shift unexpectedly, just those tiny movements on the surface that spoke of the life within. In those moments he’d talk, his voice inaudible even to himself but the words would spill all the same – promises of a future that couldn’t be in the way he would’ve had it, love that was going to burn in his chest for as long as he could be here. Stories of the past that he was sure would’ve had his voice cracking, tears pricking at his eyes as he told their daughter all about his childhood in Japan, about the Uncle who was gonna spoil her rotten. Theo swallowed hard now, mustering up a smile as he glanced over the square. Ever watchful now, ever since the hunter had come out of the woods to try and shatter his world for a second time. The figure rushing across the street immediately had him trying to move around Freyja, to throw his hands up even though he knew it would be useless to shield them both. Chest aching, Theo already felt the scream building when he realised that car horns weren’t shrieking. The reaper … the one who had been there at the end before Frank had come. Stopping dead, Theo stared at him as the man rushed in. Hands grabbing at his biceps, the first touch he’d felt in months, drawing a shudder out of him as he watched the reaper’s mouth moved. Theo’s lips pinched together, his head shaking as he lifted his hands to sign. ”I can’t hear you. Slowly, I can lip read if you…” He was shaking his head though, confusing dawning before the reaper gave him a shake. ”I can bring you back. There’s a way.” Each word clearly enunciated this time, hope striking hammer hard in his chest as he made them out. Theo clutched at him for a moment, hands shaking before he peeled them away. The tears were already building, his throat feeling so stopped up with them that even if he could’ve spoken aloud he wasn’t sure the words would’ve broken through. ”How? Please. God, please. Anything, I’ll do anything.” There was no price to great to be back, to be able to turn around and fall to his knees, his arms really wrapped around Freyja while he pressed his face to her bump and spoke his first words aloud to his daughter. There was no explanation, just an equally watery hope in the reaper’s eyes and then in a blink of an eye, before he could explain to Freyja, they were gone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * This wasn’t like when he’d brought Leah on board. There was no one there holding his hands, snapping gnarled fingers to make the veil that hid those supernaturals who died from the rest of the world. At the side of the grave he’d continued to clutch onto Theo’s arms, a grip tight enough to bruise if he’d actually been solid and alive. Cory’s mouth had worked silently for a moment an explanation stoppered up tight before he’d given up. With a squeeze of his eyes tight shut he’d pushed the man … the spirit back … A sound of surprise, then silence. Cory opened his eyes, mouth falling open slightly as he looked around … nothing. No one. The guy was gone. No. No. .Was that how this was meant to work? Sinking down on his knees at the foot of the grave, he stretched out a hand, fingers hovering over the grass that had grown in to fill that void of dark soil. Cory swallowed, pressing a hand to the grass like he would feel something beneath. ”How?” The voice was hoarse, rusty like it hadn’t been use in an eternity. It hadn’t. The simple question choked off into a watery laugh, a light thud of knees hitting the dirt beside him. ”I don’t … I don’t know how you did it … or why? I was gone, I was going to hold on but I was gone.” Cory looked up. Theo was on his knees beside him, tears streaming down his face as he laughed, some delight seeming to strike in the sound. Shoulders rising and falling, he shrugged, the gesture jerky, anxious. ”It was wrong, whatever happened that night. It wasn’t your time and I could change it. Make sure you didn’t have to really go before you time.” A stilted explanation, one that Death probably would’ve dwelled on more after the plea he’d made, but the big man wasn’t here, he had been and some knot in his gut had slithered free at the sound of the banshee’s voice. The other man swallowed, a huff of breath exploding out of him as he started to scramble to his knees. ”I need to get back there … to her … she’s gonna be terrified.” Theo reached out and clutched at his sleeve, hope in hazel eyes again. He didn’t stop to ask, not even to say how glad he was it had worked, because until he’d heard Theo’s voice he hadn’t been sure he could do it. A rookie reaper asking for more than he probably should’ve done. Out of his depth and unsure of everything he was doing but maybe, maybe he was doing this right. Reaching out, Cory touched the man’s arm in return and in a dizzying heartbeat they were back. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The world swam, the tears that had built in his eyes as he’d knelt at the side of his own grave blurring the square around him. Sound rushed in, almost driving him to his knees as the hearing aids that had been silent for months burst into life. Theo staggered, a hand gripping the reaper’s sleeve and dragging on him for just a moment before he steadied himself and the reaper … the cars rushing between them … even the sound of the world he was a part of again, melted away. Freyja. Right where he’d left her. Theo didn’t know how long they’d been but God, she was right there. The sob built in his chest, left a strangled sound emerging from his throat as he started across the road. Horns blared this time, the sounds almost enough to drive him to his knees but barring the clip of a wing mirror against his hip as he tried to twist between two lanes of traffic he was across in one piece. Tears streaming, the sound of those sobs filling his chest as he threw himself at her. Arms holding tight, not sinking through, the press of the bump between them. The three of them together, at last. ”Baby … baby …” The words all that would break through, that broken rasp that he could hear. |
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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 Jul 1, 2021 23:50:01 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
They were walking down the street one minute, chatting between his hands and her notepad app, and then in the next, he seemed to be talking to somebody else. Freyja stopped walking when she noticed he wasn’t following anymore, turning around, brows furrowing. He was talking to the air━suddenly, she knew exactly how all those people felt when they witnessed her talking to Theo. It was jarring to watch somebody have a full conversation with nobody, and even worse under these circumstances. Theo was a ghost━who could he talk to that even Freyja couldn’t see?
‘How? Please. God, please. Anything, I’ll do anything.’
He was crying and shaking, and while Theo did that often, Freyja had a terrible feeling in her gut. Was somebody here to take him away, and he was begging them not to?
And then, before she got anything more in the way of hints or an explanation, he vanished.
“Theo?” Freyja croaked into the empty space he once held, signing his name while she called out again, a knee-jerk reaction despite knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear her. She waddled a few steps back down the sidewalk, frozen with fear, waiting for him to come back. Were they forcing him away? Had an angel come to collect hers? He promised he’d stay, and while Freyja thought that wasn’t so realistic, she’d convinced herself of it anyway━didn’t prepare for the seemingly inevitable future.
A few moments felt like forever. And if it was that bad, then how could she live the rest of her life without him? Thankfully, she didn’t have to.
Green eyes flicked sideways and out onto the street, a car’s blaring horn catching her attention. Her eyes widened at the image of Theo━no, not an image. He was whole. She saw the side mirror get him in the hip, and even as the impact became obvious, it didn’t dawn on her. Freyja knew what she was seeing, Theo was here, really here in a way he hadn’t been since February, but it felt like an awful trick if she were to believe in it.
She didn’t know when she’d done it, but Freyja was holding her belly, hands pressed to it tightly for comfort. She was frozen again, absolutely useless as she watched Theo barrel his way to her, mouth hanging open. If she could’ve done anything, she would’ve feared for his safety, though he got to her in the end.
And his arms were around her.
And she could feel his warmth.
And his heart pounding against hers.
Finally, it clicked, though there wasn’t a moment where she didn’t feel scared to believe in it. Was this a dream? No, she could remember the morning, and every minute between then and now. Her arms came up and went around his shoulders, only a millisecond between his embrace and how she buried her nose into his neck, breathing him in. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, sliding down to his arms after a moment, giving them an experimental squeeze. “Theo?” She whimpered again, but this time she could see and hear him.
Her fingers dug into his biceps, expecting Theo to crumble in her hands… but he didn’t. She could feel him━solid, warm, and the fabric over his skin brushed against the pads of her fingers. He was here, and she hadn’t flinched when they touched, an unbearable cold washing over them both.
Freyja shifted her head just enough to come face to face with him, palms finding their way back up his arms, to his shoulders and cheeks. She never broke contact, not since she’d gotten it, though her fingers trembled over his beard. Gosh, she could feel it again, the gentle brush against her skin, threatening to leave pink splotches if she pressed any harder, just like it had on their first date. Green found hazel, both filled with tears━like always. She missed him crying at everything, missed hearing his little blubbers and getting to wipe away his tears. Everything that’d once been so simple was now a gift returned without warning, though she’d learned to appreciate each speck of it.
“Theo,” She sobbed, seemingly unable to say more than his name. She buried her fingers in his hair then, allowing a sigh of relief against his lips, though Freyja didn’t dare to close her eyes. She wouldn’t miss a moment of this. She would ask how it was possible, but that would take away another second she couldn’t lose, not while she could finally feel him pressed to her bump, a welcomed pressure while the kicking began.
Every night she prayed for a way for them to become a family wholly, for peace━for anything. She didn’t expect this, though. This was a prayer, a wish even Freyja couldn’t hope for in her wildest dreams. But it was true; Theo was brought back to her. “I love you.” She whispered, finally pressing in, bringing her lips to his to find a kiss she never thought she’d get again. His lips were familiar, like no time had passed at all, and she sank into him, clutching his hair and refusing to let him go. They’d never be separated again.
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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 Jul 6, 2021 20:35:55 GMT
A week ago, a day, even an hour ago he could’ve strolled through the middle of traffic like it was nothing more than an empty street. Cars tearing through him with probably little more than a shudder. That icy sensation tearing at him, leaving the driver’s shuddering at that sudden brush up against something dead. ‘Someone walking over their grave’. An old superstition but close enough to the truth to explain it. For months he’d been insubstantial, his body in a grave that was now empty, while he’d lingered here, his soul, his spirit, whatever it was that had been all that was left of Theo Damasca clinging to the other side of the curtain. Hesitant to try and reach through it, gutted every time he’d come close and had seen the woman he loved shy away from him. Wanting nothing more than just a few moments to hold her again, to tear through and be solid enough, able enough to hold her … to protect her.
What had happened in the woods when the hunter had come for her had been the closest he’d come other than the sonogram. It hadn’t been a matter of occupying Freyja’s body then but the scream breaking through just enough. A part of him making it through, maybe doing just enough. A ghost of him still. No hesitancy when her life and the baby’s had been threatened. None now.
Maybe there should’ve been but even as the mirror had hit him and knocked him off balance for just a heartbeat the danger of what he was doing didn’t register. Theo felt his balance shift, more cars careening close with the screech of another horn but he was still moving. Heels finally ringing out against the ground, that distant ache of the impact trying to scream he was alive.
He didn’t feel it, not really, not until he was on the sidewalk and for the first time since the morning of the day he’d died, Freyja was in his arms. It was … different.
The heart thundering against his own was the same, the way she tucked in against him, the bite of fingers against his arms. Burying his face in the crook of her neck as he whispered to her. The bump was there and he was just as aware of it as he had been in her body, the smooth press against his lower stomach, drawing another sob out of him as Freyja threw her arms around his neck. His head came up, her nose pressed into his throat. ”I’m here,” he whispered, the words launched on a watery laugh. His hands slid down her back, one coming around to settle lightly on the side of her bump. Over their daughter.
Freyja’s hands skimmed down him, sliding over him like she was making sure he was really there. Not just some fragment of himself that would hop inside of her in a moment like he had done at the hospital. It wasn’t … there was no bite of cold now, no snap as his world and hers were suddenly overlaid over one another. Turning his head, Theo pressed a fierce kiss against the side of her head. He sucked in a breath that smelt of her as she drew back just far enough that they were looking into one another’s eyes again. The smile wasn’t gonna be contained, lighting up his face as she cupped his cheeks, trailed over his beard with that tremor in them. ”Baby, it’s gonna be OK. I’m here. I’m back. I’m never gonna go anywhere again.” Joy at the realisation, reflected in the tears still streaming down his face.
They were echoed then as she sobbed. Fingers found their way back to their anchor point in his hair as his name tripped off of her lips again. They found his then, just a sigh against them as the kicking started up against his stomach. A breath of disbelief slipping out as he looked down. ”She knows I’m here.” She, their daughter, a part of this reunion. Theo’s lower lip trembled as he pressed his hand lightly against that motion. He wanted to sink down to his knees here and spend a week on them, brow pressed to her bump in the way he’d wanted to all those months he’d laid beside them every night, wanting to do nothing more than gather them both in and hold them until his world felt right again.
Theo dipped his head, brow to the curved of her shoulder, his home, as his eyes fixed on that curve that lay between the two of them. The only part of him that had been left for so long. ”I’m here. Right here with you both. You hear me little one? I’m right here.” He lifted his head, the smile beginning to eclipse the tears, lips curving as the I love you spilled out before the kiss. Theo kissed her with the same fierceness he had Freyja’s hair only moments before. His own hand coming up to settle at the back of Freyja’s neck to gather her in. ”I love you too, you both.” Words he never thought he would say aloud again. ”I’m sorry I went without a word. He was … he was right there and he said there was a way. I didn’t know whether to believe him but if there was a chance … I had to. I’m sorry if it scared you. I’ll try never to again. Is he still…” He twisted the two of them then, looking over her head at the other side of the street, hazel eyes scanning the street. Nothing. If Cory had come with him he was gone now.
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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 Jul 12, 2021 2:56:40 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
She shook her head without losing his touch, just a gentle nudge and brush of their foreheads while she moved her own from side to side. No, he wouldn’t go anywhere; he’d be right here with her. Here forever.
Freyja adored the way his attention immediately went to their baby, to the little globe between them. With one hand still in his hair, she brought the other down to mask his, guiding him to press a little tighter, just to feel that sensation of their child rustling around in his confines. Excited to finally meet his dad the regular way, and Freyja was thankful to have the same milestones other families did. She’d never felt so lucky or blessed in her entire life, and there was nobody she’d rather spend these moments with.
Beaming by the time she got to tell him she loved him, Freyja kissed him with as much energy as she could muster up, digits buried in his hair while the other held his over her bump. The three of them, now in their own little bubble━their hayglobe━as they’d been from the start. Since December, a little family that’d been through so much━too much. Nothing would ever touch them like that again; she’d make sure of it, as she knew Theo would, too. They were going to keep their baby safe no matter what.
When they inevitably stopped, though Freyja didn’t go far, she watched him speak as if he were the most interesting thing in the world. Every word that left his mouth was like poetry━just as he’d always done, Theo was inspiring the most overly romantic shit to come from her, but there was no way she’d complain about it now. He was beautiful, the most gorgeous man she’d ever met, and she loved him more than words could ever describe.
A quiet sound of surprise left her lips as he turned them, and Freyja was holding him just a little harder, trying desperately to get closer, though her belly made it almost impossible. “Who?” Freyja whispered, only then realizing she’d been silent this whole time, just hanging off his every word, tears still coming in a steady flow. She began to glance over, not even turning her head yet before she retreated, not wanting to take her eyes off him. They’d only gone an inch away, gaze just over his shoulder, and she decided even that was too much. Despite the three of them being the only beings that mattered at all to her at that very moment, she owed everything to the man that brought Theo back, still an Angel as she’d immediately guessed━an Angel in his own right for replacing the missing piece to her heart.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Freyja puffed, whisking anything negative from them in an instant. “The only thing that matters is that you’re here. I don’t know how but━” But still, it didn’t matter. Some piece of her still thought it was too good to be true, like this was his final allowance before he went for good.
“Can we go home now?” She asked in a whisper, hand sliding forward from his hair to cup his cheek, trying to bring those beautiful eyes back to her. There was nothing she wanted more than to finally settle into her sheets with him, and cuddle his warmth━the warmth she missed so, so much━for days on end, uninterrupted until they absolutely had to move.
And she wanted to experience home with him again, because it was Theo that really made it that for her. That missing piece to their family, the only one who could complete it, bring it all full circle. Freyja ached for this in her bones, and the relief she felt couldn’t be matched. She knew he was her soulmate all along, but this? This was better than anything she’d ever experienced before━it was as though she hadn’t breathed━hadn’t lived a second since he’d gone. And now, finally, she was whole again.
Freyja fell forward into his arms once more, the nudge of her nose on his collar bone, his throat, inhaling him as if he were a drug she couldn’t get enough of. Maybe he was━and if so, then Freyja was shameless in taking more.
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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 Jul 26, 2021 18:58:48 GMT
Here. The safe harbour of Freyja’s arms that’d he been cut off from for months. Wrapped in the love he’d felt even beyond the veil, drifting out of that storm of fear and grief and anger into that steady warmth. Months before the hunter had gotten to him Freyja had pulled him together like this, the grip of her arms, the gentle touch of her fingers against cheeks that had glowed with the heat of tears that emerged in wracking shudders. He’d hoped that would be the last time he would need her to hold him together but then Theo had known that what he had been cursed with would never just disappear overnight. Now he didn’t care how many times the world shook him again, only that nothing would ever take him from the two of them again. If something came, he would fight, faster, harder, determined to be able to come back to this shelter. To them.
Griping tight to the life he wanted, fingers curving with tenderness over that press of her bump, somehow more solid than he’d ever expected to be. He’d never been this close to a woman’s bump, an unborn life, not even in medical school or those rotations of his training at the hospital. OB-GYN had never been close to what he’d wanted to do, but now it felt like he needed to steep himself in it all, to drink what he hadn’t been able to beyond the veil. A sucked inhalation at that pressure from the other side, their girl aware of his presence, fingers moving in wonder to follow that movement until Freyja was rising up against him, lips finding his, fingers in his hair. Shivers ran down his spine. That touch he’d missed so much his skin had ached with it.
Drawing out of it Theo found kept himself anchored close to her, the world unable to come between them here. Fingers at the nape of her neck, strands of golden hair tickling at his fingertips as he started to explain. It was broken, the words that were supposed to make all of this make sense still tumbling around like rocks in a river in his throat. Half turning to foam before he got them out, what did emerge broken and moving fast. ”The reaper … he called himself a reaper … he was there the night the hunter …” Killed him. He still couldn’t say the words aloud, the pain still too sharp in his heart. ”He came to find me. He didn’t think he could do anything before but he did it.” There was a watery edged awe to that statement, his lips quivering as he looked back at her. A hitch in his breathing as he dipped his head back down to hers.
Skin on skin, rasping with the beard that hadn’t grown in those intervening months. Theo shook his head lightly. He couldn’t explain more than he already had, Cory didn’t seem to have had the answers other than it was possible and then before he’d had a chance to question him more he was back here and the reaper was gone. ”But it doesn’t matter,” he whispered hoarsely, his eyes shutting for a moment as he pressed his lips to her cheek. All that mattered was being here, able to hear her, to feel her back in his arms, to be there for their daughter.
His other hand fell to her bump as Freyja slid hers down to cup his cheek. Theo’s eyes opened, fixing on hers as his lips curved. A light press of those hands against that solid curve and he was nodding. It wasn’t fear of what might come for them driving him from the streets this time but the need to be alone with her, to find his place back with her, legs tangled, caught up in that little bubble the two of them had always been able to find alone. ”My place?” he asked hoarsely. ”It’s closer and trust me, I can do with a change of clothes at least.” Amusement threaded through his words, but it felt like those last few moments in the woods were still wrapped around him somehow, permeating his clothes with fear sweat, itchy against his skin even if it or the blood that had bubbled through the rent in the fabric wasn’t now visible.
Wrapping his arms around Freyja as she tumbled forward into him, Theo pressed his lips to the side of her head, holding on tight. Nothing was going to change this now. They were going to do this together. He turned her into his arms, tucking her in close against his side as he started to take that familiar route back towards his place. No studying the street like the hunter would appear now, just focused on the woman in his arms. There were things to be done later but now this was all that mattered. He got them to his building as fast as possible, murmuring the small things that had stuck in his throat all those months, crooning to their daughter, until he was in front of the door, hands fumbling in his empty pockets before he looked up with amused apology on his lips. ”I guess I’m gonna need you to open the door before I can try carrying the two of you across the threshold.” Not their wedding night, or a honeymoon, not even the vacation that was supposed have been their first Valentine’s day together but as important. His coming home to her, to their daughter.
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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 Aug 2, 2021 3:28:00 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Dreams returned with Theo. Not only of how he’d be a father to their baby, but Freyja’s dream of a family as big as the one she had growing up━bigger, even. Now that he was back, it seemed like they had all the time in the world and none to waste at all. And gosh, why wouldn’t they make a whole litter? A bunch of babies, little Theos and Freyjas, and a big house that would never be silent. And them, parents and soulmates. A dream that would finally come true.
“He did it.” Freyja repeated, “You did it. You came back to us.” She met Theo’s watery gaze with her own, somehow able to smile through it. No, not somehow━she could do it because she had her man again. Everything felt possible with him━even Freyja being this cheesy.
She hated the idea of moving at all, but she had to be with him in a space that was more intimate, that could allow them to gush and cry and touch however they wanted━needed. Freyja wanted to disappear in his arms and fade away from the real world until it was time for their baby to come, and she’d never felt like that before. She always faced everything head-on and put her emotions on the backburner, but Theo eclipsed everything she’d ever thought true about herself.
She knew he was thinking about it, too. Their little safe haven, buried in sheets and pillows and each other.
‘My place? It’s closer and trust me, I can do with a change of clothes at least.’
Freyja beamed up at him, though green eyes dipped to his chest, her hand falling from his cheek to his clothing, fingerpads running along the threads. She wanted to feel him there again, couldn’t let go, couldn’t lose contact for even a second because it reminded her of being separated from him all over again. Freyja nodded twice before she buried into Theo, nuzzling her face in him, her arms stretched up and around his shoulders. She was only there for a moment before they shifted, standing side by side and beginning their journey. She knew the way to his place like the back of her hand, a route she’d travelled a hundred times, but it felt new again.
Everything felt new again.
She giggled like a lovestruck schoolgirl as they went, listening to Theo babble on and returning it threefold, though she basked in his words. She couldn’t get enough of him. Freyja didn’t know how she’d lasted even a second without Theo, because just the mere thought of stepping away from him now felt like suffocating. She didn’t care if it was scary to love someone this much━if every time she’d ever watched a romance movie she’d laughed and vowed never to be that girl. Freyja had changed a hundred times since meeting Theo, and she’d change a hundred times more. They’d grow together, and she’d be that girl━that lovestruck idiot━so long as she had him.
Freyja laughed and rolled her eyes when they finally made it, her voice coming out a lot softer than anticipated. “Don’t think you could lift us right now, I’m like a fucking planet.” She loved that he always added their baby to the equation, never leaving out the soon-to-be bundle of joy. “And don’t push it. You… should rest.” She didn’t want to bring up the fact that he’d just come back to life again, but surely that took a toll on a person. Freyja didn’t want either of them getting injured, though she didn’t think he was really serious about it.
Not until she pulled the apartment key from her trusty bra pocket and was suddenly━literally━swept off her feet. Just like in the barn. Maybe, in a way, this was their second time getting carried ‘across the threshold’ by Theo. “Be careful,” Freyja hissed, clamping around his shoulders like a cat hovering over water, though only a moment had to pass before she tossed her head back and laughed. The sight of his kitchen felt like another thing she was seeing for the first time again, yet somehow it flooded her mind with only good memories. Every time she’d been there in the months following his death, it felt like a cold, empty and sad reminder of all the good times they’d never have again. This was the same as a breath of fresh air, even the memory of when he’d come home broken from what would ultimately get him killed. Theo was crumbling that night, but at least she could hold him and kiss him and stitch him back together.
And, finally, Freyja could do that again. Hopefully this time she wouldn’t almost burn his place down, though.
“C’mon,” She whispered, leaning up a few inches to peck his cheek, and then motioning with her head towards his bedroom. “Or do you wanna shower before we get in bed?” A repeat of that night, a way to wash it all off and start again, to be rid of anything that tied them to that darkness. Freyja’s eyes flicked to his, one arm staying wrapped securely around the back of his neck while the other captured his chin in her hand, thumb running over his bottom lip slowly. A gentle touch before she eased in to kiss him, sighing quietly against his lips, relaxing because he was still there, she could still feel him━could still tell him, “I love you.”
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 180
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Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
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ANGE
Last seen Nov 27, 2024 19:46:30 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Aug 4, 2021 19:45:11 GMT
You weren’t supposed to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’d heard his mom murmuring it to his dad just days after the hearing aids had finally been fitted. Words filling a kid’s head without much understanding. They still had no idea what had caused his hearing loss in the first place, why one son had been born healthy, perfect, and the other hadn’t, trapped in a world of silence until science had dragged him out of it. His dad had questioned it, putting it together eventually Theo knew that his dad had still been caught up in all of those doubts. Would it stay? Was Theo gonna be like every other kid now? Was it finally over? He knew what those doubts were like, holding onto Freyja, a hand pressed to the life he’d almost left behind. Trapped on the other side he never would have been able to do this, to feel their daughter kick against his hand. To have that hope that there would be another fifty or sixty years of this now. All those dreams death had crushed suddenly springing up with new life. No questioning it, no why him or why now. Just grabbing onto the opportunity and never letting go. An arm around Freyja, drawing her close enough that he wouldn’t have to let go ever again, they had started back towards his apartment. No need for free hands or her phone now, words spelt out on fingers or the screen, trapped back in that silence. God, that giggle. Theo could feel it in his chest again, as etched in his bones as her heartbeat. Seared there forever, the best thing he’d ever heard. Giving so much, pushing more and more out of him. All those things he hadn’t been able to say for months pouring out. He wasn’t going to remember a single one of them later but it didn’t matter because he was here, he was with them finally. All that he’d desperately wanted while they’d been separated. There was so much to do later, other explanations to come but for now the two of them were back in that tiny globe together. Brows rising, Theo pulled his hands from his pockets, let them settle on Freyja’s hips. Hazel eyes studied her, mapping the curves he had only been able to watch change. Slow changes brought on by the life within, by the sharp turn their lives had taken. Still perfect, the woman he adored right there. ”Oh I think I might be able to manage … Jupiter … you’re not there yet though. Pluto maybe. Hey … hey, let me do this. I’m OK, baby, I swear.” The promise hoarse on his lips as he pressed them to the top of her head, one cheekbone as Freyja’s hand went back into the neck of her clothes, fishing out the key in a way that had him laughter soft against the side of her head. A prickle of tears that left his throat feeling thick as Freyja was popping the door open. Theo pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, willing them back as he scooped her up. An arm under her knees, careful like he’d been at Christmas, one around her back as she’d clamped on. Heavier, but familiar there against him, that laugh rolling out of her drawing one out of him. ”Just don’t go scooting around. I’ve got a lot more to drop now and I don’t think babies bounce until they’re out.” They were safe though, his legs still steady as he picked his way into his kitchen. Standing there, braced like the world was going to whirl around him again. Home. Theo was ready to sniff in another breath, the relief coming heavier now until Freyja craned up. Lips brushing his cheek. A nudge to get her down before he did drop the pair of them, caught in a tidal wave of joyful tears. He shook his head as he started towards the bedroom. ”Not yet,” he promised hoarsely. ”I just wanna get these off.” Stripping away that last layer that separated the two of them. Freyja was already there to do it, one arm loosing from around his neck to catch his chin, her thumb skimming his lip, wedging his heart tight in his throat before she sighed into that kiss. No laying a foot and a million miles away from each other anymore. Theo let himself sink into that silent expression of love before the words whispered out. ”I love you too. I have since Di Marco’s. God, you walked in that night looking like the world had tried to drown you on the way there and … I knew.” That thickness squeezed tighter, his voice growing hoarse. Carefully he swept aside the scatter of his life … theirs … from the top of the dresser before he set her down carefully on the top of it. One arm braced at Freyja’s waist still, the other going to the drawer knob, carefully drawing it out. Stomach bowed around it Theo fumbled into the depths. T-shirts brushing against his arm until he got to the one right at the back, wedged in the corner, knotted around the future he’d seen spreading out from that first date. His lips curved, the tears already brimming as he plucked the box free. One corner of his mouth tugging higher as he flipped it open. A knee giving out even before he thought about it, dropping down to flip the box open, hazel eyes still fixed on that face he’d traced a thousand times with his eyes since his fingers had last been able to glide over all those stubborn lines. ”I had it picked out the day after. Kept going back and staring at it, just trying to decide when … your birthday when I said to watch out … I’d already bought it. I knew then I wanted to marry you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it … I love you, Freyja … will you marry me?” His eyes swam with tears, the hand he’d settled on her side shifting to the curve of her bump, his finger rubbing at the curve of it. Their family together, their future caught in the ring that he slipped from the box and held out to her. |
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
Partner:
Theo Damasca
Played by:
Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:29:01 GMT
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Aug 11, 2021 23:48:45 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Freyja glanced up with a playful glare, emerald eyes narrowed like they could shoot daggers into him. “You’re on thin ice.” She muttered, but it didn’t last a moment. Seconds later, he scooped her up and all was forgiven, those arms cradling her tight in a way she thought they never would again. She laughed and nuzzled in, staring up at his face, admiring it while they walked in together. There was a moment taken in the kitchen for the memories, but her eyes were back on him soon enough, fingertips finding his hair, his beard, his skin, touching him so sweetly and gently like he’d fall apart in her hands. He was holding up her entire body, but somehow, Freyja was still worried he would.
Laughter fluttered from her chest, boisterous and loud, left amused as she always had been with him, but she hadn’t felt free to laugh like this in so long. Theo being here made everything better. Perfect. Like him.
Like those lips she’d desperately missed kissing. Missed how they allowed professions of love to spill from between them, showering Freyja in a happiness she didn’t know if she’d ever feel again. Theo was it for her━she’d admitted that to him before, but it felt real again, the confession bubbling up in the form of another ‘I love you.’
What she got back was… precisely what she had no idea she needed. Since Di Marco’s? It seemed too good to be true, like this was a love story only written about in romance novels she’d never touched, but when Freyja thought back to that night, she could only recall feeling the same. It was scary, and she didn’t want to believe it, but he’d been it from the start. Theo was every definition of a soulmate she could ever conjure up, and while they might not have been perfect people, they were clearly perfect for each other━and that’s all that mattered. She loved him with every atom in her body, and the fact that they got another chance━got to be together again━was only more proof that they were made for one another.
For once, Freyja didn’t tell him to stop, didn’t cringe and hide her eyes shyly from Theo. She stared up into the eyes that’d ultimately pushed her to confess her love, and she let him say all he needed, the smallest of smiles turning up her lips. “It did try to drown me. Didn’t you describe me as a… wet rat?” She grinned cheekily, though as she got more serious, her voice became quieter. “Maybe you… were my life jacket.” Her nose scrunched in embarrassment for a moment after the words were uttered. Obviously, he’d broken her, but she wouldn’t dwell on the cheesiness of it any longer. His death, their separation from each other, showed Freyja how easily it could be taken away━there was no use pretending or saving face any longer. It wasn’t worth it━the only thing that was worth it was their love and their baby.
Freyja settled back on the dresser as he set her down, one hand curling around his wrist to keep him close, though it didn’t seem as though he had plans to move away. She assumed he was just grabbing something more comfortable to change into, but it took him a moment too long, and Freyja was turning to furrow her brow at Theo in concern when he’d finally retrieved it. It. Not a shirt. Definitely not a shirt.
She let go of his wrist when he moved, fingers curling around the dresser’s edge, her brows furrowed while she watched him. It took a moment to process━there was no way… could he really be…?
‘I had it picked out the day after…’
Oh gosh, he was.
Her hands came up, over her thighs and belly, excited and nervous all at once, palms soothing their baby and herself. Finally, one found her mouth, covering it while her jaw hung open. She was crying again, but how could she not at this display, at being showered by the affection that she never knew could come so freely from any man. Theo wasn’t just any man, though, he was hers, and she was his, and this was just another way to seal them together━as if staying committed even after death parted them wasn’t a ‘forever’ promise in itself, an imprint on both.
Freyja was nodding before he could finish, her hand dropping to her stomach once more, though this time it curled around his and squeezed. Though her answer was obvious, she appreciated that Theo didn’t differ from tradition. While they couldn’t control anything else about this━a child out of wedlock, his death, and now his resurrection━at least they had something. Freyja gave up the dream of a regular life after Theo had passed away, thinking it silly to keep her fantasy after something like that. But they were getting it now━marriage, a baby, hopefully somewhere to live together soon. Her dream was coming true.
“Yes,” Her response was muffled with a laugh and tears of joy, but it was there, striking another event in their love. Engaged. It felt even more real as Freyja did her best to lean forward, trying to drag him in with her right hand while the left shot out, meeting Theo halfway to push it on her finger. The ring was gorgeous, but she only had a second to admire it before she kept trying to crane him in, both hands snatching his collar to drag him closer and into Freyja, finding his lips just as naturally as she always had. They were made for this, and she’d never been happier in her life. No one ever made her feel like this but Theo.
“I love you.” She sobbed, never done professing it, finding his hair with her fingers again, soft and comforting. “It feels like… we waited centuries for this, but it was so worth it.” Freyja breathed him in, feeling that familiar scratch of his beard on her skin, just as she had on their first date. “I can’t believe you waited that long.” She said finally, releasing an incredulous laugh, like a bubble from her chest. Again, it felt like they had no time and so much all at once, but she was happy she didn’t have to try to drop hints now and wait for him to get it━that she didn’t have to spend another second wondering if something would happen to split them apart before they could be wholly and officially tied together.
They weren’t married yet, but this was finally a solid step towards it, a promise for the future, the first of many vows to come.
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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 Aug 31, 2021 18:49:43 GMT
Forget thin ice, for months he’d been trapped behind a wall of it. Translucent enough for him to see through - to watch grief and anger and those brief moments of jaw wash over Freyja at times, to mark the growth of their child in the rings of pain that formed around his own heart – to speak through with shaking hands that had wanted to just hold her. Unbreakable though. Not with the thumping of fists, or that brush of his hand against this world that had her and others shying away from that sudden burst of cold, not with the scream that had torn out of him when the hunter had come to visit the job and eradicate two of the last three pieces of him left here – the piece of his heart that had been Freyja’s since their first date and the baby they had made in the hayloft.
Now Theo was on the other side of it. Ignoring the weight that had been added since the last time he’d done this, just as they’d left that hayloft, returning the glare that glittered in those deep green eyes with a grin. For her he would’ve fallen through again, a thousand times over but they’d given enough, lost enough, they deserved this and not more pain.
Freyja’s hands and eyes on him, a welcome home in a way beyond slipping into his bedroom with her. All he’d dreamed of having again, caught as he was behind that wall. It was no wonder others like him went mad in the end. The ache of being so close and yet separated, people moving on without them, the benefit, and curse, of those they loved not able to see them stripping away all their sanity in the end until only the heartache remained. He had been saved from that, given this second chance that Theo had no intention of letting slip away from him.
It had been in his hands, his heart, constantly in his mind since that first night. Up until Christmas when neither one of them had been able to hold it back. Whispered confessions of love in the hayloft, tears in his eyes that he could feel still pricking at his eyes now. His throat thick, his lips curving as hers did, pursing for a moment to brush against the pad of the thumb she’d skimmed over them. ”The most stunning wet rat I’d ever seen,” he promised. The cheese to her words had Freyja’s nose scrunching but he was leaning in, pressed his lips to the tip of it, to the smile lines at the corner of her mouth. ”You were definitely mine. Although I still don’t think I’ve totally forgiven you for falling asleep on me that night.” Slipping in under the covers with her, gathering in and sinking deep into sleep with her in his arms then had been a giant leap too far for a first date but they’d taken those leaps together afterwards.
Until the hunter had tripped him. Without Cory picking him up they wouldn’t have … How long would it have been before her or Frank cleared the apartment out. Finding that little box he’d hidden away. Other hands pulling it free of the drawer, releasing just what he’d had planned before the opportunity had been snuffed in a bloody instant.
The reaper had given it back to him and he wasn’t going to waste it, wasn’t going to wait. He could feel Freyja’s eyes on him, his own coming up to meet hers as he dropped to one knee. A restlessness in the move of her hands, sweeping over her thighs, the bump where undoubtedly their daughter was picking up on her mother’s nerves. He’d never seen her lost for words, not the way she was now, her mouth hanging open beneath the cover of her hands, Freyja’s tears almost bringing him back to his feet again. To sweep them away, to pull her back into his chest with those whispered words of soothing and comfort.
Theo’s voice felt raw in his throat, words stoppered up for so long released from their prison. A watery laugh following them as she nodded at him. He pressed his lips together, holding back the sobs like a dam violently blocking those flood waters from drowning them. ”Yes,” he chuckled. Baby. The word stuck like a log jam as she was tugging at him, pulling him up, in, her finger slipping into the ring he’d held out. Brows furrowing, his throat tight enough it felt like there was no room for him to breath, Theo pressed his lips to her knuckles, his brow pressed to one knee the way it had been that first night.
Fingers clutched at his collar then, hauling him up to his feet until he was back between her knees, swaying lightly on his feet. Hands bracketed Freyja’s knees, keeping him upright. Theo dripped his head, his forehead pressing into the curve of her neck again as her fingers slid through his hair. A comfort in return, missed with a fierce ache inside of him then. Now he was free to breathe in the scent of her shampoo, to revel in the press of that beach ball curve against his own flat stomach as he smiled against her throat. ”I almost didn’t. I was gonna do it on your birthday, then Valentine’s day was so close and it felt like it would’ve been right. In that pool, like we were the only two people in the world. This … this is right though. It feels right. God it feels good. I loved you, even when I couldn’t touch you I loved you with every breath, every beat of our hearts.” One hand came up as he lifted his head, his finger seeking those jagged lines at her throat that would soon be joined by another.
Feeling the love ease that knot in his throat Theo raised his hand, settled it at the curve of her jaw with his fingers in the silk of her hair and his thumb sweeping that stubborn point of it. ”Come to bed with me, the future Mrs. Damasca?” He wanted her there, the covers tucked around the two of them, shielded from the world while he reacquainted himself with every curve, mapping out their changes in a way he hadn’t been able to while he was gone. His Warrior Princess, still so fierce, his fiancée so soft.
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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 Sept 6, 2021 21:00:10 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
It was right. It was the right time for them, even if they wished it would’ve happened sooner. This was all… right. As long as he was here with her, then everything was alright. “It is,” She whispered, hands drawing from his hair to feel the warmth of his skin, cupping his cheeks. Freyja blinked the tears from her eyes as she looked at him, desperate to see Theo clearly and without the blurry intrusion. “It is right. Everything. I love you, too, more than… more than I could ever possibly tell you.” He knew that, but Freyja loved telling him just as much as she loved hearing it, and she knew it was the same for Theo.
One hand pulled back to settle over his, holding the necklace that she hadn’t taken off since he gave it to her. And she never would. Even if he hadn’t come back, he would’ve lived on in some way━through the necklace or their baby, but this was so much better. Having him here to hold their son and teach him… gosh, all that a father should. He’d get to be here for it now, for everything big and small. Changing diapers, those first steps, first words, riding a bike… all those blissfully domestic moments Freyja craved and desperately hoped he’d be a part of. She’d get them now, but, more importantly, he would. Theo wouldn’t have to watch from the sidelines while they lived on without him, wouldn’t have to watch his brother become a surrogate father for their kid.
‘Come to bed with me, the future Mrs. Damasca?’
If Freyja could’ve grinned any wider, she would’ve. “Could get used to hearin’ that. Mrs. Damasca,” She let it flutter off her tongue, laughing lightly at the sound of it. Right, just like everything else today. Finding his hand again, Freyja curled her fingers around it, squeezing softly before she slipped off the dresser, hanging onto Theo for support, ensuring a safe drop. Once she was down, it was only a few small steps to the comfort of his mattress, one she’d curled up in multiple times within the last few months, breathing in Theo’s scent and pretending he was there with her. She didn’t have to claw the depths of her imagination anymore. He was here━in her hands as she led them down carefully, and in her arms as she shuffled closer, wrapping around him like that night he’d come home shattered, except now with a large lump between them. Freyja chuckled while she tried to ease in, stuck a few inches further than she wanted.
“I want you to know that I…” She swallowed thickly, shifting her head in at least, pecking his lips while her fingers threaded through his hair again. “I would’ve waited forever for you. Even if you didn’t…” Freyja sighed, finding her way back on track. “I know I said it before, but it’s still true.” Green found hazel, solidifying her statement. “I would never have found anybody else. I didn’t ever think about or want anybody else.” She kissed him again, hands slipping down to his chest, feeling his shirt instead of him. Everything was supposed to be gone from between them, physical and mental layers shed until they were completely bare. Freyja inched back to work on pulling off his shirt, sliding back in once it was off and tossed to the floor. She pressed to the heat of his body, gently pecking his throat, greedy now━wanting every bit of him to herself.
If Freyja could’ve ever fathomed loving and wanting anybody this much, she never thought there’d be a time where she’d be comfortable enough to show it. But, as always, Theo broke through any expectations she’d ever had of love, life and partners.
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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 Sept 19, 2021 16:40:52 GMT
Home.
He’d been here almost since the day he’d died in that clearing but clinging on to what they’d had left of their life together by his fingernails. Trying to push against that invisible veil that had separated them and failing miserably so much of the time. The leap into Freyja’s body at the scan had been incredible, thinning that division for just long enough that he could share in something of the pregnancy from beyond the grave but it wasn’t this. The safe harbour of Freyja’s throat, his breathe warm against her skin, the tears that burned n his eyes threatening to fall and pool in that shallow depression of her collarbone as he touched his lips to the delicate arc of bone before he lifted his head to press them to the beat of her heart he could feel beneath her skin. Lips curving, relief and joy a mix in his stomach that wanted to spill out as he admitted to the plans he’d had. Derailed by what had happened but not destroyed entirely.
Freyja’s hands on his cheeks then, cupping those bearded planes as he lifted his head. His own eyes swimming with tears that echoed the ones he could see in hers. The two of them blinking them away as what would have been was reconciled with what they had and no matter the pain that had shattered that path ahead of them, it was all made right in the end. They were together and that was everything. ”You tell me in every way I could ever need. Both of you. Mine.” The last word emerged in a voice that broke on the peak of the word. The two of them were what he had held on for, who he had crawled back for.
Theo closed his fingers around the heartbeats etched in pale metal at Freyja’s throat. Steady, eternal. No sign of the break that had run through their lives. He still had to seal the cracks with his brother, to find that other piece of himself and right the rest of his world but for now the ground was steady under his feet again. Tomorrow they would go, shore up what was still boggy around them with explanations and more tears than he would ever be able to hold back. So many tomorrows now that he wouldn’t have had on the other side.
Their baby would be here in just a couple of months. God, they were gonna need to take out shares in tissues for that. One of their little girl’s first sights her dad blubbering in joy as he held her. Not just a photo in a frame or a whispered memory on her mom and uncle’s lips. A life he would be right there in.
The echoes of what were to come in the smile he aimed at her as he invited his fiancée to come to bed with him. Theo slid one hand down to Freyja’s hip, steadying her as she slid down between him and the dresser, safely. ”I’m gonna love Mrs. Damasca even more than Ms. Bentley,” he murmured soft with that indelible pride in his voice. ”Dr. and Mrs. Damasca and their daughter.” That dream right there again to grasp between their clasped hands. His smile growing as he trailed Freyja to the bed. His other hand up, trailing over her hip, his thumb grazing the curve of her bump like he was still getting used to it being there in their space.
Knees kissing the edge of the mattress gently, Theo went down with Freyja, letting out a small sound as he could settle there with her again. His arm around her, legs stretched out, his knee drawing up to anchor them there before she was laughing. The bump was a separation now, like some old fashioned chastity device, intended to keep them apart until their wedding night.
The tinge to the words that came had his own throat closing up, those tears threatening like thunder heads on the horizon again as his lips found the corner of her mouth, her temple, her hair before he was drawing his way back just far enough to shake his head in her touch. ”I never would’ve left. No matter how hard it got to hold on. You were meant for me and nothing could ever change that. I would’ve wanted you happy but God, if you had … I would’ve found a way to get Frank to kick his ass for me.” A watery laugh at that, a tear slipping over her lashes. ”We never have to worry about that again. I’m here … baby, I’m here and I’m not going again.” A promise he couldn’t entirely keep but if it was anything other than old age that came for him this time they’d have the fight of the century on their hands.
Love. Eternal and bright poured into that kiss as his promises trailed off. Theo shifted as Freyja eased back to start working his shirt off. A struggle before it was tossed aside but then they were coming together again. Hungry lips, hungry eyes, hands prying at the last of those barriers until it was all bare skin and anchoring touches. ”I’m home, this is home.” That whispered promise before Theo pressed that kiss deeper, relief and the salt of his own tears on his lips. Nothing to take him away now as he united their bodies again. The world around him so right finally.
Fade to black and zee end….
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