THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 20, 2021 20:04:08 GMT
 Panic visibly setting in, Theo had torn through the diaper bag for a third time. He upended it, shaking a half dozen pack of wipes and three tubes of cream out onto the bed. Still, he turned it back, staring at Freyja with his mouth hanging open. ”I’m sure I packed them. They’re not in your bag?” Oh God. He clutched at the single diaper left in the house like it would suddenly turn into the loaves and fishes and they’d end up with enough to get them through the Christmas weekend with her family, and his. As if on cue Hazel started to shriek on the changing mat, chubby legs kicking in the air, an impending threat of something more coming out of a child who’d already produced at least one horror that morning. ”Emergency!” Theo grabbed Freyja’s arms lightly, shook her gently before he propelled her towards the door and the store that was at least a twenty minute drive from her parents’ place. ”I’ll get her, you go stock up. Sorry!” He grimaced and smacked a kiss on her in apology at least. The minute he heard the front door slam he was stripping the onesie off his daughter, wriggling her into the diaper with the speed of a man who’d had plenty of practice now – one who had a schedule to keep to. ”You were perfect,” he told her, drawing a giggle out of the baby as he wrestled the frothy little gown over her head and passed her off to her grandma. His own was waiting down in the barn as he swept out of the house, the box on the kitchen table with Freyja’s name on it left behind. Everybody else was already on their way there, cars sweeping into the yard and pulling up behind the house, hidden from view from the road and the spot where Freyja would screech back up in twenty minutes or so. Frank was there, ordering Kit and the guy he’d taken in like a stray last Christmas to get the chairs stacked out. Theo shot his twin a nervous grin as his mom swooped to pull him into a hug. ”Hi,” he breathed, tears pricking the backs of his eyes as he straightened up to be pulled into his dad’s back thumping grip. ”I can’t believe you made it. She’s gonna freak.” A breathless chuckle as he rubbed knuckles under his nose. That was the understatement of the year Theo realised as he glanced around the transformed space. Keeping this all undercover had been a thousand times harder than buying the house. Emails shot from a top secret account rather than his work or personal ones, Frank doing some heavy lifting on meeting with the caterers, the priest, making sure their parents were gonna get in at the right time on their flight. The sneakiness of it had been astounding but after the year they’d had … this was right. This was all so right. Back to where it had really begun. Hazel eyes lifted up to the hayloft above, heat rising in his face as his mother-in-law-to-be called him over to settle a fussy Hazel with a few murmured words and the retrieval of a bottle from the house – thanks Dom! A year exactly with so much having changed in those twelve months. Something blossoming, half crushed with the hunter, bursting back into bloom when the reaper had performed his miracle. Something – or someone – out there had been cheering for them and he wasn’t gonna fail to make the most of the opportunity they’d been given. The scene of Hazel’s conception lit with tiny fairy lights that glowed warm against all that worn wood when they were flicked on. Ivory drapes of fabric with those tiny strings of pearls to match the dress his mother-in-law had helped him to pick out. Light arcing in the drape of roses and baby’s breath that hung above the small dais at one end. The priest was already there, talking quietly with Frank now as Theo left his daughter with Freyja’s parents. ”She’s here!” The hiss went up from the kid tasked with watching out for Freyja as he shot back through the doors. There was the crunch of gravel as he spoke, the sudden silence as the car shut off. They waited. Nobody daring to speak as though somehow it might spoil the surprise. Theo forced himself up to the head of the aisle, letting out a shuddering breath as Frank thumped a hand against his back. Hazel cooed in his mom’s arms now, sat in the front row. Freyja’s dad drifted towards the back of the church, slipping out of the doors what felt like an hour later as the quiet crunch of footsteps came towards the barn. Breath coming short, Theo started as Frank’s hand thumped against his back. ”You can do this.” The quiet assurance had nerves settling at least enough that he could manage a smile as he saw Freyja’s dad draw the door open further and that flutter of white in the dim light of early evening. Tears pricked at his eyes, would likely be running down his face in a few minutes. His smile broadened, his heart flipping in his chest as he saw her drawn in with her dad’s arm linked in hers. The woman who would be his wife in a few minutes. His love, the mother of his child. His warrior queen. |
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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 28, 2021 21:05:27 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
She stared at Theo with a death glare as he rattled off his apologies and pushed her to the door, grumbled curses bubbling from Freyja’s mouth as she stomped away. “I’ll never forgive you for this, Damasca.” She muttered, and really did intend to stick to it. The whole ride to the store, the only freakin’ one open on Christmas Day, Freyja stayed in her bubble of irritation, and finding diapers kicked up a fresh reminder. On the way back, however, she drove as carefully as possible in the snow and sent up a little prayer every mile or so. She thought of her brother, though it was rain that took him, and how she’d give anything for him to meet Hazel. Though he was a lot farther than Theo had ever gotten, and she couldn’t speak to Bo anymore, she still wished him a Merry Christmas just as she had on the drive down from Mystic Falls.
Freyja had a little cry, too, and by the time she was back home, she’d almost completely forgotten about the diaper fiasco━especially since the house was empty. They’d done their chores that morning, and Christmas Day was always a little calmer than other days; if anything, her sister-in-law was always around, but there was no one.
The box of diapers flopped next to the box with Freyja’s name on it, keys still in one hand as she pulled the lid off to reveal a… oh, she was gonna kill him.
Theo and his Goddamn━oops, sorry━gosh damn knack for surprises. Freyja slipped into her dress and fought off more tears while admiring it in the bathroom mirror. Planning a wedding hadn’t fit into their busy lives as new parents━well, she hadn’t thought so━but apparently Freyja made enough choices and threw out enough ideas to give Theo clues. She hated how perfect it was, too━how it draped down her back and left a bare triangle, the daintiness of the sheer sleeves. Finding a hair clip on the counter that matched her dress━thanks, mom━Freyja twisted a few blonde strands into something presentable and headed out to the barn, careful to keep the end of her dress out of the snow and muck.
She saw her dad first, met him at the door of the barn, and did everything to hold back the curses for her fiancé. “You look beautiful, Freyja,” He smiled, and as soon as she saw the tears in her Dad’s eyes, she couldn’t hold her own back anymore. Embracing him for a moment, he pecked her cheek before twisting them around and opening the door again.
Freyja didn’t know how many times she could feel lucky. Theo kept surprising her, the absolute love of her life, and he proved it time and time again. The barn she grew up running through, had shared with him, was decorated in a way that held onto both sides of it. The rustic, rugged part of her childhood was kept in perfect condition while the new parts only accented it. And there, at the centre of it all, was the man she loved more than any other. She thought of flashing him the finger for all of this, but the Pastor standing just next to him was the only one keeping her in check. “You’re the worst.” Freyja mouthed to him instead, complete with a big, beaming smile to show she meant just the opposite (if the tears in her eyes didn’t already).
She walked up with her dad, squeezed his arm one last time as he gave her away, and clutched onto the little bouquet she’d almost completely forgotten about after it was shoved into her hands at the door. And there, facing Theo, the man she was about to marry, Freyja felt all the nerves in her stomach and under her skin bursting to life. “I can’t believe this,” She whispered for Theo alone to hear (and perhaps the Pastor), lifting a hand to palm away a few tears. “I love you so much.” And she never doubted this or him, not even for a moment. She knew they’d make each other happy for the rest of their lives.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 31, 2021 20:15:12 GMT
She was gonna kill him later, he’d known that the minute he’d carefully retied the ribbon around the dress box when she’d been putting Hazel down to sleep last night. He’d known it when he’d called her parents a month ago. Exhausted, bouncing their daughter to try and stop the fierce little cries that had started at 6am that morning while he’d clamped the phone between his ear and his shoulder, filling them in on the plans – asking to use the barn without admitting to what they’d done up there. The dam giving way for a moment as he’d called his own parents to see if they could make it over. Knots over knots and Theo couldn’t open his mouth about a single one of them. Pulling tight enough to leave him breathless with every decision he’d made.
Now those knots yanked together tight enough to choke him as the footsteps crunched outside. There was no backing out now, no calling anything off to try it another way. And God he wouldn’t want to.
Tears burning in his eyes the minute her dad hitched the door open enough for him to catch the flash of the white dress that was perfect. Frank’s hand shifted up to his folder and squeezed lightly. Theo heard his brother chuckle lightly as Freyja mouthed at him. Everybody in the barn would’ve caught it, if they weren’t almost as blinded by her as he was. Grinning, with those tears brimming on his lashes, Theo signed back. ”The best, and you know it. I love you.” A small proclamation in comparison to what was gonna come. You didn’t go through all that they had together to just go through the motions. You did it for love and from the moment he’d seen Freyja step into Di Marco’s, hair wet and stringy, the yellow sundress a little worse for wear, the most stunning woman he’d ever seen, he’d been falling in that with her.
Now it burned sun bright in his stomach as Freyja’s dad drew her up the aisle, the flowers her mom had handled for him in her hands. The first tear broke, had him sniffing back his amusement and that bite of his emotions as he knuckled it away. Theo held his hand out for Freyja’s as she did the same. ”Surprise,” he said hoarsely. ”It … felt like it was gonna be right. You mad?” Not in the least when she told him she loved him. He folded his fingers around hers, squeezed tight. ”I love you too, always.” It had been tested to before Cory had brought him back. Their miracle then that had allowed this one.
The Pastor cleared his throat, smiling benevolently at the two of them. Theo hadn’t been sure if the elderly man would agree to doing this with only one party being totally aware of it but when he’d half explained the story – without the miracle of his resurrection but laying their separation on thick – he’d agreed. Now a nod from Theo had him spreading his hands to indicate to the people gathered for them that they were ready.
He cleared his throat, raising his voice so the entire barn could hear him. ”Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Freyja and Theo in holy matrimony…” The Pastor went on, calling upon Freyja’s father in the traditional query of who was to give her away. Little details of their relationship were woven together as he walked them towards the vows. The ones that had been written a dozen times over in the last few weeks. Each iteration written out with the pen Freyja had given him last Christmas. ”You have your own vows?” he asked Theo. A tight nod, a breath let out to try and loosen the knot in his gut.
One corner of his mouth curling, those tears swimming bright in his eyes again, Theo looked down at Freyja. It had never been hard to tell him how much he loved her, the words spilling out of that well of emotion that Freyja had built up like a volcano at the heart of him. ”I, Theodore Roosevelt Damasca, take thee, Freyja Jennifer Bentley to be my wife. My confidant, my biggest cheerleader, the fiercest woman I’ve ever met and the only woman I’ve ever felt this much love for. Sorry Hazel.” His lip trembled slightly as he glanced across to where his mom was bouncing their daughter lightly in her lap. ”This year has been … crazy … in a lot of ways, but no matter what happened, I always knew I had you. Through the tears - and there are gonna be plenty of those today, sorry, and the joy. Through the hard times and the good, the smoky ones too. I give you my heart, my soul, and everything that’s mine, knowing that your heart is in my hands too. I love you, Freyja, and I can’t wait to live my life with you, as my wife, and with our daughter too. I promise to be with you for all eternity and to never lose that love for you, no matter what life brings to us.” He sniffed, chuckling a little as he tried to smile for her. Frank fumbled a tissue into his hand, his best man there for him always.
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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 17, 2022 18:52:25 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
His hands were warm around her own, covering them almost wholly and shielding her skin from the frigid air like he’d done once before. They kept warm another way that time, though, and now it was the tears brimming her eyes that sent heat through her body, gearing up for sobs that bubbled along the surface.
Stealing distracted glances at Theo while the Pastor spoke, Freyja did her best to focus, though she’d been thrown at this without any preparation. It took the stress out of it, she supposed, and while she knew that Theo was happy to do it, she hated that it had all rested on his shoulders. He was just lucky she wasn’t a Bridezilla, that she hadn’t turned around and forced him to take it all back until it was the way she wanted it. No, this was Theo’s highest expression of love, and she’d appreciate everything he did for her and their family until her last breath.
Finally able to meet his eyes, just as teary as her own, Freyja listened intently to every word and made little notes in her memory. She hadn’t prepared, obviously, and it wasn’t as easy for her to spill all this out as it was for Theo, but she knew what she felt for him. She wouldn’t have to engorge her feelings for the audience, and she knew that every word Theo spoke was a truth pulled from his heart.
Beaming and crying all the way through, Freyja laughed gently at Frank’s quick reflexes, presenting Theo with a tissue the moment he needed it. It was breathy and light, forcing itself out between the overabundance of love and tears spilling from her, but it was a laugh nonetheless. And finally, it was her turn. Nerves twisted tight, but they’d never overpower her love for him.
“I, Freyja Jennifer Bentley, take thee, Theodore Roosevelt Damasca, to be my husband.” Echoing his first line, she paused just after his name like always, but figured it wasn’t the best time to shoot his parents a teasing look. Freyja puffed and grinned, shaking her head a bit before continuing, “My love, the only man I’ll ever need or want, the… the organizer of surprise weddings that don’t give me time to prepare vows.” When she laughed, a few chuckles sprang up from the crowd. She could hear her dad’s in the slew of them, warm and loud, comforting. Now, Theo would be that for her and their children. After a moment of breath, she gathered herself to go on, “The father of my child and all the ones to come. Everything I’ve ever had has always been for you, even before I knew it. All my tomorrows are yours, my love; all I ask in return is that you outlive me, so I never have to live another day without you.” She squeezed his hands at that, desperate to go to him now, to fling herself onto Theo with as minimal hesitation as she’d had before. Freyja restrained herself, though, at least for the minute. “You’re mine forever,” She concluded in a gentle voice, “And I’m yours.”
The next few seconds were a haze. The Pastor presented their rings and, before Freyja could think about saying a few words to symbolize it, she was slipping Theo’s onto his finger and holding out her own hand for him. The Pastor didn’t wane or falter, though, but spoke of the exchange while it happened, and Freyja’s green eyes found Theo’s hazel ones. She didn’t think there could be any more love there than she’d first found in this same place a year before, and, as always, he surprised her. She’d never love anyone like she loved Theo. Their baby was different; that was pure and automatic; she didn’t have a choice in loving their daughter. But Freyja chose Theo, and she’d choose Theo every day for the rest of her life. He was the fairytale love she’d never believed in. He was everything and more.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
You fucking bet, was all Freyja could think before finally launching at him, though she let Theo take the lead in the end, of course, holding tradition close to her heart. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t toss those skinny arms around his shoulders and drag him down to her, though, practically climbing up Theo to get to him. To her husband.
“I love you.” She whispered again, one more time, just for him, after their first kiss as husband and wife. The rows of people erupted in cheers, her brothers let out a few inappropriate (but expected) hoots and hollers from where they stood in their respective places, with Jack at the end of Freyja’s line and Connor behind Theo. Kit joined in happily while Freyja’s sister-in-law smacked Jack on the arm, doing nothing to calm him.
For a few moments, though, it was just them; none of it permeated their hayglobe.
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jan 29, 2022 20:04:45 GMT
His palms were probably sweating. There was definitely a little pool of it growing in the hollow of his spine as the tears burned in his eyes in contrast. Nerves and joy and love mingling in that emotional whirlpool. He’d anticipated it, but still Theo felt the punch of it like a physical blow as Freyja stood in front of him in the dress he’d agonised over. In just a few minutes she was gonna be his wife, something that wouldn’t even have been a promise if he hadn’t been brought back. The words hadn’t spilled out of him when that hunter had dragged him out into the woods. Like so much else they had been locked in the pit of his stomach, the belief that he had time to speak them so strong. The world was cruel though, had tested them more than he’d ever wanted to see her tested, had almost made sure this wouldn’t happen.
Theo supposed it was meant to make them appreciate all of this the more. Maybe it did. He couldn’t have loved her anymore than he did as the two of them stood there looking at one another, green eyes as full of tears as his own. They were gonna be ankle deep in those tears when this was done, clinging together, words of love giving way to those sobs he wasn’t afraid to let out even here.
For months on the other side those words had been stoppered up. ‘Laying’ on the bed beside her, watching her grow round with that little part of him growing inside of her he’d tried. It had been agony, fingers picking out what he could to try and wrench free everything in his chest. There was more though, so much more that had welled up then and since. Layers added with Hazel’s birth, when he’d been able to drop to his knee in their bedroom that first night. A love that wouldn’t stop growing with the circle of gold slipping onto Freyja’s finger to join the ring that had remained hidden in the sock drawer the whole time he’d been gone.
If they’d waited for him to speak them all now it’d be tomorrow before they did it. Tears shimmering as bright as his smile, their smiles, Theo did his best. In the dark later – hopefully with Hazel tucked up in her grandparent’s room to give her parents this night together without the interruption of those squalling yelps for feeding or the sharper cries of outrage when she filled one of those fresh diapers – more would whisper out. Truths spoken against Freyja’s lips, the tender skin of her temples, her stomach, her heart. By the time he got what he had for now out, the tears were tried to break free harder but Frank was there, the tissue shoved into his hand and just in time.
Sniffing, Theo used his free hand to mop up, looking at her over the little white square that rapidly grew damp. He hadn’t given her the time to prepare for this, hadn’t wanted to spoil the surprise but Freyja had never been afraid to let those words slip out before. Fierce and loving and so honest it could make his heart ache while she wrung smiles and laughter from him and their baby girl. Theo’s lips curved at the horror of his name, at least one look cast at his parents as Freyja spoke it. Not as bad as Franklin Delano. He inclined his head as he was called on the surprise of it. Fingers tightened, the need there to pull her in and kiss the words away with an apology. ”Sorry,” he mouthed softly, without an ounce of apology in it now as the chuckles went up. If there was a way to make the tears come on stronger, she found it with those deft declarations of love.
Mine forever. God, if only that could be true because he didn’t want a life without her to be. She had lived hers almost without him for months and it had almost broken the two of them. The tissue was crushed between their hands as Theo felt himself start to crumple. ”You were mine the minute you walked in looking like the best thing I’d ever seen,” he whispered hoarsely. The pastor’s words slipped around him like a breeze, words echoed when they were asked of him, spoken from a throat tight enough with tears that they probably wouldn’t dry up til their first anniversary. His fingers shook as he slipped the ring onto Freyja’s finger, his own a band of gold that had already been wrapped tight around him long before today.
It was like the pastor pulled a trigger. You may kiss the bride definitely becoming you may kiss the groom. Theo trailed his hands up her arm, grabbing for Freyja’s waist as she threw herself into him. The whoops and cheers filled the barn, although her whisper came through love and clear. ”I love you too,” he promised. ”Forever.” That part was never going to change. Half a dozen decades from now he’d be repeating it, an old man’s wrinkled mouth curving at the words.
Theo lifted her hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to her knuckle just below the ring. Then he was lifting their joined hands in the air, beaming out at the people gathered in the barn. ”My wife and I would like to thank you all for being here with us and I’d like to thank you all for all the help with this….” The tears were clogging up, his arm going around Freyja’s waist to lead her out into the aisle.
Frank was already there, swooping hands to get everybody up. Photos would be taken outside, champagne circulated while the caterers got the place set for the meal. Another choice he’d leaned heavy on his parents and Freyja’s for. Theo dipped his head as he drew Freyja towards the front of their make shift church. ”You can throttle me later,” he murmured softly, ”and your parents … mine, our brothers … the only one innocent in this is Hazel, although her blazing through those diapers gave me the perfect excuse.” He beamed at his wife as he babbled, the relief suddenly lifting him until Theo was pretty sure he could float outside. ”How did we do? Dream wedding or am I never gonna be able to plan anything again?” Not that all of his plans were out in the open yet. There was a trail of them, like the rose petals scattering on the wind as they started to gather in the lee of the barn for the photos – starting with him drawing his wife in for the sort of kiss that might have had the pastor spontaneously combusting even if kissing te bride was a pivotal component of all of this.
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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 Mar 1, 2022 19:27:01 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
None of that made a difference, and it wasn’t worth dwelling on━not on their wedding day, or perhaps never again. All Freyja knew was that her heart was bursting with joy, and there was never a moment where she wondered if Theo was the wrong choice. Throughout their relationship, and especially this ceremony, she was sure this was the best (and most correct) decision she could ever make. Theo was hers, and she was his, and now it was official. Somehow, the idea of joint bank accounts and credit and mortgages was very romantic to Freyja and, while she clutched Theo’s hands, she thought about their future. More babies, maybe a promotion here or there, but that was just it━she liked all the mundane stuff, and Freyja couldn’t wait to go through it with him.
‘My wife and I would like to thank you all for being here with us and I’d like to thank you all for all the help with this...’
Unable to feign anger any longer, a laugh tore from Freyja’s chest as she beamed out at their loved ones, curling one arm around Theo’s back while the other hand went to his chest. She pressed in close to his side, fitting there perfectly━just as she was meant to. Walking with him, she glanced around at all the decorations, finally able to soak in and appreciate them, green eyes twinkling at their guests before sliding up to Theo. “Oh, I’m gonna get my hands on you tonight, just you wait.” She whispered back, cocking her head to shoot him a narrow-eyed look, though a cheeky grin pulled up the edges of her lips.
She didn’t have time to respond, to tell him how amazing all of this was, before Theo was pulling her in and laying one on her━possibly to even them out after her little stint at the altar. Slipping her hands into his hair, Freyja put all her love for him into that kiss, everything she could never say and all the things she’d already divulged. And, when it faded into a slow, natural separation, she stayed close to his face, fingers still buried in his soft hair. “Dream wedding.” Freyja whispered, smiling wide. It wasn’t even close to a lie━each moment with Theo was more perfect than she could ever imagine. She’d never wish for anything more than him or this… their life together.
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