THEO DAMASCA
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jun 20, 2022 15:42:53 GMT
 Keeping his mouth shut through the entirety of dinner at Frank’s was gonna be nearly impossible. Theo was sure he’d feel the news bubble up in his throat a thousand times over and expected it would pop straight out after ‘pass the gravy’, with that never emptying well of tears bubbling right up with it. He’d bite down on it, letting the madness that Frank’s place was these days wash over him instead. It wasn’t like it was usually all that easy to get a word in edgeways.
Over the years the table in the kitchen had grown. That tiny four top that’d been there when his brother had first been joined in town by Kit – newly released from jail and needing somewhere to start putting his life back together – turning into a six seater. Him and Frank had usually been at opposite ends, Kit on one side, Freyja and the bulk of her bump on the other, the bench seat pushed further and further from the edge of it until Hazel had arrived. Conversation had been far tamer then, little ears covered when there was a slip (who the hell said it was sailors with the foulest mouths? Mamas had them beat). If Hazel had been able to hear anything but a confused babble of raised voices flung back and forth over the table as their ‘family’ had grown over the next sixteen years, then it would’ve been a miracle.
He didn’t begrudge that growth. Somehow in all that mess his brother finally seemed to have settled into something. No ring on his finger or even a steady boyfriend, but that wasn’t the be all and end all. It was just the happiness he hoped Frank would have – that he knew was there in more than just those brief flashes now.
Dom, Katja, Kace. Five turning into eight. Nine today.
The bubbles of excitement started rising like his chest was a bottle of champagne, all shaken up, waiting for the cork – the news that Hazel wasn’t gonna be an only kid anymore – to pop out. They were those people anyway, the ones whose hands sought each other out whenever they were next to each other. On the couch while he tried to argue his way out of whatever Hazel or Freyja wanted to watch (secretly though, he was a Beth Dutton mega fan and Anne with an E hadn’t been that bad, but yes to the dress? Most of the time it was just a plain no, no, what were you thinking?!), his arm around his wife, their fingers laced together, with far less fanfare in church, now as he pulled up to the house. That little shared squeeze that had the bubbles shooting higher up Theo’s throat.
Was that the burn of tears in his eyes at the thought? Nope. No. He was not gonna sob with joy through this, it was embarrassing enough for your kid when you’d bawled like a baby through their first nativity pageant, when you were sixteen and your dad still welled up at the drop of your hat it was mortifying.
Theo could tell himself no, but as he pulled up outside the house and shut off the engine he could already feel that burn building at the back of his eyes. He glanced over at his wife – still a damn kick – and slanted her a grin before he started getting out. ”You wanna grab the peach cobbler and bring it in, kiddo?” he asked. Bringing dessert always felt like a small price for Frank handling cooking for close to double figures and getting Hazel to bring it in was excuse for all three of them to end up in the kitchen. One that didn’t require hollering her down from upstairs.
He headed round to the passenger side like he always did, opening the door for his wife, kissing the side of Freyja’s head as she got out as an excuse to murmur low enough that Hazel wouldn’t pick it up. ”We springing it soon as we get inside? If we don’t, I might pop. Or burst into tears. I figure it’s pretty much 50-50 at this point.” Hey, who was he kidding, the tears were gonna come, sliding out tsunami style on that wave of joy. Theo dipped his hand into his pocket for the keys, led the way up onto the porch and into the house. For the moment it was quiet, like the house was just waiting for all that noise and the tiny spark of life growing already in Freyja’s womb. Give it a couple of weeks and they’d have a dog rushing out the door in rapturous welcome of them getting home to, eager to get in the car and go vacuum up all the crumbs 9 people could produce over dinner.
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
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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 Jul 4, 2022 18:02:34 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Even though she’d just run through the plan in her mind, Freyja almost questioned why they wouldn’t just leave the pie in the car. On a hot day. When it was supposed to be refrigerated. Good thing she kept her mouth shut, because her mind was on an entirely different planet.
Smiling back at Theo as he slipped out, she didn’t reach for the door handle out of habit, instead gathering up her purse and waiting for him to open it. She slipped out and onto the driveway, green eyes ticking up to Theo’s face and grinning at that pretty hazel colour━were they already starting to shimmer? “Yeah, ‘course. I don’t think I could hold it in much longer, either,” Freyja whispered back, giving Theo’s side a playful poke.
Glancing over her shoulder at Hazel to ensure she was behind them, Freyja followed Theo to the door, though she did her usual scan of the area. Same quiet suburban street, nothing overturned, no sign that danger was lurking just around the corner.
As soon as they’d filtered through the door, Freyja exchanged her shoes for a pair of cushioned slides and tucked her purse away inside the front hall closet. She normally kept them on (like a good American), but she planned to stay ahead of the foot pain and cankles. Trudging towards the kitchen, Freyja pulled open the fridge door for Hazel and, once her daughter set it in, Freyja reached in for a cheese string. She eyed the jar of pickles and grinned, then let the fridge door fall closed, walking down the edge of the counter to press into Theo’s side. “Hazelnut, ‘fore you go off to do… whatever, can you stick around for a minute? We have somethin’...” She looked up at Theo again, smiling, then back to Hazel. “Don’t worry, it’s nothin’ as bad as last time.” Her smile faltered for a moment, but she pressed it on again, determined to make this a positive thing. Gosh, she hoped Hazel wouldn’t whine about losing her Only Child status.
“Still life alterin’, though…” Okay, now she was just teasing both of them. Freyja smirked, giving Theo a nudge with her elbow like she was pressing a button to open his mouth and let the announcement explode out.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Jul 11, 2022 14:26:01 GMT
It wasn’t just her parents who apparently had eyes in the back of their heads, it was God as well. So she had to be on her best behaviour at all times (well, most of the time) otherwise someone somewhere would find out. Hazel was always mindful of her actions and her mouth when she was out in public, knowing it could easily be fed back to her parents. Oh the joy of living in a small town. She was touching on that age though when teenagers started to become more rebellious. Underage drinking with her friends or kissing boys around the back of the movies. She’d witnessed it happen to some other girls in her school year, but then what if God witnessed all this? Then she could always ask for forgiveness, but it was unlikely her mom would let her daughter off so easily. She tried to remain focused throughout the service, but there was a familiar burn in her eyes as she widened her eyes in an attempt to keep them open. Hazel watched as the little kids rushed off towards a side room for their own Sunday service, part of her wishing she could run off with them as well. Once she hit sixteen her parents told her it was time to sit with the adults throughout the service, like some kind of rite of passage. As soon as the fresh air hit her outside the church she felt like she’d been revived. Ready for the rest of her Sunday, which consisted of dinner at uncle Frank’s with everything. Something she was looking forward to as uncle Frank and uncle Kit was considered the ‘fun uncles’, at least by Hazel. Considering they were heading over to see uncle Kit she assumed that either her dad had kept quiet about uncle Kit not calling the cops that evening or everything was okay. The glances shared between her parents went completely unnoticed by Hazel. As always she was glued to her cell and the outside world was forgotten. She was fully transported into the world online, as she scrolled through social media. Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat then back to Instagram then Whatsapp. Constant tapping on her phone for the rest of the ride home until the car came to a halt. She just about caught her dad’s request about the peach cobbler. She quickly threw her phone into her bag and grabbed the peach cobbler before climbing out of the car, flashing her mom a smile as she glanced back at her. Hazel hurried through the door, heading for the kitchen and carefully placing the peach cobbler down in the fridge. “Shout up to me when you’re ready to go.” She was about to bolt upstairs to her bedroom when her mom spoke. They wanted to speak to her about something. Something that wasn’t bad but life-altering. Made lots of sense. Unlike last time they looked happy, which did help the nerves growing in the pit of her stomach. “Um… okay.” She climbed up on one of the stools by the kitchen counter, bracing herself for whatever they wanted to tell her. THEO DAMASCA & FREYJA DAMASCA |
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
Posts: 179
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Married
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Freyja Damasca
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Jul 22, 2022 18:51:58 GMT
When your parents were the demonstrative sort who embarrassed you on a daily basis it was a hundred times easier for them to cover up the fact that they had news wedged up under their ribs like gas. It was spilling out one tiny bubble at a time, maybe enough for Hazel to see if she’d peeled her eyes off her cell for five minutes or had avoided rolling them every five minutes the night before. Goofy smiles and tiny touches were normal, embarrassing, and big hints that maybe their daughter should’ve paid a little more attention to what was going on if she didn’t want to be floored by their news. Still, they’d managed to keep it under wraps, for now. Theo knew it wasn’t going to last.
His gaze slid to the back seat of the car, Hazel nose deep in whatever she was scrolling through on the screen until his voice penetrated and she started to move. There was no hurry if you were just gonna sprawl in your room for the couple of hours you had until the family dinner that happened every single week. Not unless your parents had that anvil to drop on your life. Theo grinned at it, at his wife as she slipped out and looked up at him, fingers unerringly finding his side. ”We’re awful,” he said, mock serious. Nah, they weren’t, somehow, despite all that had happened while Freyja was pregnant with Hazel, they were good parents, blessed with one amazing kid, soon to be two.
Of course, that didn’t mean that Hazel wasn’t going to be gun shy about this whole thing. After the whole ‘Hazel you’re a psychic … or a supernatural predictor of death’ conversation any time her parents said they needed to talk had to be a cause for nerves. What was next? Howling at the moon? Growing a tail? Hell, at least Kit had probably assured her that wasn’t going to happen, while he’d been keeping quiet.
Those bubbles started to rise faster as they trailed into the house, threatening to burst out on a giggle, or a sob, a premature end to the grand announcement. Theo headed for the kettle, filling it at the sink before he shook it at Freyja in offer. No coffee – that should’ve been a big enough give away if they let this go on – but he made a mean cup of tea, years in Japan giving him that knack at least. He set it on the stove, flipped on the heat under it before Freyja slipped close. They were at it again – the ugggggh probably rolling through Hazel’s head already, her escape planned – as he slipped his arm around her and dropped a kiss atop her head.
Mock narrowing his eyes as Freyja danced into the potential minefield with metaphorical boots that weighed ten times what her slides did. Theo clucked his tongue, shaking his head. ”Way to scare the pants off of her,” he mock groused. The hand not settled on Freyja’s hip, fingers curled around to that still flat plane of her stomach, rose, fingers spreading in the air like he could ward off Hazel’s fears. ”It’s definitely not that bad. No setting the house alight this time.” Not unless this news flipped some sort of switch in Hazel’s head and her mom’s pyromaniac side bubbled up in her instead of that ear splitting shriek.
Behind them the water started to rattle in the kettle – maybe a bad idea for the minute, the sound just seemed to add to the nerves that had the bubbles of excitement welling in his throat again. Theo drew in a deep breath, his smile growing on his exhalation. ”Your mom found something out yesterday,” he started. ”Like she said, it’s nothing bad. She’s not sick … well, not yet, but she wasn’t with you too badly…” Not that he’d been there for those first few days after she’d found out about Hazel, he’d been … gone. Figuring out how to paw at that veil enough to get to her had taken time, how to reach through it more still. By the time Cory had realised what he could do and had gotten permission, or whatever had been needed to resurrect him without … Death … getting pissed, the worst of those cliched pregnancy side effects had eased.
Theo pressed his lips together, realising he’d side slipped the news. He tried again, the grin growing as the tears began to well. His hand flexed on Freyja’s side, that laugh coming in like sunshine hitting the rain and sparking off rainbows. ”In 8 months or so, kiddo, you’re gonna be a big sister. We’re having another baby.” The band aid was well and truly ripped off and without that flash of fire – yet – needed to offer up some proof. Well, the test could probably do that, although handing a pee covered stick to your teenaged daughter would probably be scream inducing and not in the ‘surprised’ way.
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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 8, 2022 16:29:00 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Right, staying focused. There was something big to do before then.
‘Your mom found something out yesterday, like she said, it’s nothing bad. She’s not sick… well, not yet, but she wasn’t with you too badly…’
The skin of Freyja’s cheek rubbed against Theo’s shirt’s fabric as she turned up to look at him, smiling sadly. Everything in her eyes spoke of that time━when they were separated but still together, because he promised he’d never leave her. The morning sickness wasn’t all too bad, especially when she hadn’t even realized she was pregnant. By the time she found out, he was already…
Freyja sucked in a breath to match Theo’s, love filling her eyes and her chest. They were having another baby, another extension of their love and of the amazing gift they’d been given when Cory brought him back to her. Gosh, she loved this man with all that she was, and she tried to communicate that with one little look. Obviously, nothing could encapsulate it.
Tears burned her eyes when she saw Theo’s own begin to well up, and Freyja turned her gaze on their daughter, beaming proudly as her husband let the news go. The practical side of her wanted to warn about the three-month rule, and how Hazel wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, either, but that was all washed away with the happiness of this moment. A little bright spot in their lives, a bit of sunshine to cast off recent hardships. Right now, it didn’t matter that their little girl (or her dad) ran off into the woods at night, or that they were perpetually worried about her. All that mattered was this, their family.
“You’re the first to know,” She spoke lightly, “We were gonna tell everyone else tonight, but we wanted t’tell you first. And eventually, we’re gonna need help organizin’ the spare bedroom, pickin’ colours, paintin’, all that fun stuff━if you’re up for it.” Freyja smiled hopefully. Even if Hazel threw a bit of a fit, she’d come around in the end; Freyja was sure about it. This was just another way to keep her involved, excited, and squeeze out some of the free labour that came with having kids.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Aug 23, 2022 19:49:48 GMT
As Hazel pulled herself up on the stool her mind was spriting like a zillion miles per hour as she tried to figure out what her parents wanted to speak to her about. Did she forget to take the chicken out of the freezer before heading off to church? No, no, they were having lasagna. Oh no, she totally forgot to bring the mountain of cups downstairs from her bedroom that morning. She literally didn’t have time to do her hair and her make and carry a thousand cups downstairs considering she was already running late and her mom was already at the bottom of the stairs shouting at her to hurry up otherwise they’d miss the first five minutes of the services. Hazel hurried down the stairs with her mascara in her hand, accepting the fact she would need to apply it in the car using her phone camera. There was no way she would make her parents even one second late to service otherwise her mom would have put her up for adoption. The cups didn’t warrant a meeting though. The weight lifted completely off her shoulder when her dad told her it wasn’t anything bad. Her body relaxed, but her gaze naturally flicked over to the living room where the cabinet was. No one would have thought the thing had been set alight a few months ago by her mom. Maybe that was why her mom burnt the dinner on a regular occasion. The fire thing inside of her, which she couldn’t remember. Pirate something? Whatever, it didn’t matter. Hazel’s eyes darted back towards her parents, leaning on the counter as she listened to her dad. She frowned deeply as her dad went on to explain that her mom found something out recently. Not sick, but will be sick soon? It can’t have been anything bad because they didn’t look sad. No tears brimming in their eyes or sadness in their voice. She resisted the urge to interject and tell her dad to hurry up with the punchline to this groundbreaking news. Tears were forming in her dad’s eyes, but again he looked happy as he rested his hand on her mom.
“...We’re having another baby.”It took a second or two for the news to register with Hazel. Her mouth hung open in shock as she remained glued to the seat. She glanced over at her mom as she spoke. Spare bedroom, painting, picking colours. Eventually, excitement surged through her body as she squealed, jumping down off the chair and heading straight toward her parents. Hazel threw her arms around the two, nesting her head between the pair, resting on her dad’s arm. Now the tears were forming in her eyes, “Oh… oh my… I’m so excited!” She muffled into the fabric of her dad’s shirt before breaking away. “Okay but technically I’m the third person to know.” She flashed them both a smile, as she wiped her eyes carefully. Last time they were cascading down her cheeks with fear, but now there were a few escaped tears rolling down her cheeks with joy. “Is it a boy or a girl?... What are you going to call them?” This was literally the best day ever. THEO DAMASCA & FREYJA DAMASCA |
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THEO DAMASCA
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Sept 1, 2022 19:02:05 GMT
Sweet tea was meant to be the miracle cure when it came to shock. Shove a cup of it into shaking hands and the warmth, the sugar, just the act of having to hold something steady enough to avoid scalding yourself could – and it was definitely a could when you found your twin brother’s body – short circuit your brain enough to start pulling you around. There probably wasn’t much of a real medical backing to it, but somehow it worked and somehow it left the person making it feeling just a little steadier too.
Maybe Hazel wouldn’t need it this time. Finding out you were gonna be a big sister had to he easier than learning your biggest talent might be finding dead bodies. Freyja’s brothers had all gone through it and survived – probably more importantly Freyja had survived growing up with three older brothers. Hazel would too, even if she was probably just gonna be starting to date when her little brother or sister was starting high school.
The thought of having a teenager and a baby in the house at the same time almost had Theo wincing, but he grinned as his nuzzled it against him instead. It would be worse when they had the full half dozen – Hazel’s sanity would probably be more in question then, theirs too.
Hazel relaxed. Hurdle one cleared easily. The stiffness in Theo’s own shoulders eased with it, the start of the revelation settling something in all three of them, even if it left that sad edge to Freyja’s smile, her eyes that he wanted to kiss away. His arm slid up to her shoulders, his fingers brushing the side of her neck as he gave her that small smile back. It wasn’t going to happen that way again, this pregnancy was different, everyone from now on was going to have him right there, hands on, able to hold her like this, to cling to every precious moment of them.
That sadness was chased away as he stumbled through it, Freyja’s eyes filling with something else, that frown that was so her mom’s furrowing Hazel’s brow. It made him want to grin all the more, that candle light warmth growing in his chest until all he could feel was that flame heating him from the inside out. Oh there it was – they were having a baby. Theo chuckled, shaking his head at Freyja. ”Don’t, you’re gonna make me worse.” Forget just normal crying, he was a sympathetic crier too. When he’d seen Hazel’s tiny face crumple as a toddler he’d gone right along with her, tears running silently down his cheeks while she’d sobbed her heart out.
Theo’s other hand came up, his knuckles running under each eye, over his lips. The news had struck the parents in the room with tears, and Hazel, oh that kid. Her mouth was hanging open as she looked back at them. He almost counted the seconds off in his head until it sank in, throwing his arm out to catch her up in a hug as she barrelled into them. Pressing his lips to the top of his daughter’s head, he smiled. ”You might not be so excited once your mom puts you to work. She’s relentless.” And God he treasured every minute of that. He was able to put the crib together, to curse over instructions that made no sense, to flop on the floor with his wife while the paint dried around them, fingers tracing lines on that obscene bulge of a belly – or what would be one. ”You’re further up the chain than your uncles at least. Grab the gravy boat tonight, huh? Stop it going flying.” The table would erupt all the same. They all knew how precious new additions to the family were, how it had almost all come to a stop with Hazel.
Tugging his sleeve down over his hand Theo mopped his daughter’s cheeks. There were gonna be plenty of those in the house in the next couple of months, with him leading the charge. ”It’s gonna be a surprise,” Theo admitted. ”You were one too, although your mom was sure you were gonna be a boy - I said girl.” This time they were going to revel in every beautifully chaotic minute of it. ”It’s going to be Bo, after your uncle. Although, maybe we should make it both of your uncles. Bo Frankina Damasca has a ring to it, don’t you think?” The laugh was warm with that candle grow in his chest, a rumble that set him hugging his family close again for a moment, the press of Freyja’s still flattish stomach holding all that promise that was to come.
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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 17, 2022 17:14:12 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
For this, for being able to throw her arms around her daughter and her husband at the same time. They’d almost had it stolen from them, and she had no idea why they hadn’t made a million more babies. Well, there was still time, she supposed, which was the main thing.
“Shut up,” Freyja laughed at Theo’s comment, wiggling the arm closest to him to try to give him an elbow. It didn’t exactly work, not with the angle, but the (playfully violent) sentiment was there. She squeezed Hazel gently, pressing her lips to her daughter’s temple around that matching tumble of blonde hair, then shifted her chin, laying one on the edge of Theo’s lips.
She laughed again, louder now, with a long exhale. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she knew Theo would be a goner the moment he saw them. Apparently, it hadn’t helped whatsoever when he’d told her to quit it. Hazel didn’t help, either━not when she’d given them the best reaction Freyja could’ve asked for. “Frank better be bawling or I’ll hit him with the pie,” She scoffed, still stuck to Theo’s side even as Hazel moved back to batter them with questions.
‘You were one too, although your mom was sure you were gonna be a boy - I said girl.’
Freyja put on a faux scrunched-angry face and squished into Theo’s side a little harder, but in a second she was smiling again and rolling her eyes. “He’s never gonna let me live it down. I was goin’ on statistics, okay?” Shaking her head, she rested it on the side of Theo’s chest, relaxing in his broadness, his comforting scent. At Bo Frankina, though, Freyja pinched his side. But she was still laughing, her whole face alight with love and excitement. This was perfect, their little family, and it would only get better the more they added to it.
“I’ll be out the door if you try and name my kid that.” She snorted, though her arm tighter closer around Theo’s waist, a silent reminder that there was no place for her other than here.
They still visited Bo’s grave every time they went to the farm, though nothing had been explained to Hazel━it just felt like too much for her age, and then suddenly she was sixteen and it never felt like the right time. It was sad, especially when they were mostly travelling for holiday festivities, but she wasn’t her mother; Freyja wouldn’t hide from the travesty of Bo’s death just to avoid tainting a happy day. She could understand why her mom never wanted to, though. Freyja felt the burn now, the heartache, and wondered if it was really the right time. But there was happiness in Bo’s death, especially now, and that’s something he would’ve wanted.
“I know we don’t really mention him apart from stories when I was a kid, but he passed away when I was a lil’ older than you are now.” She smiled despite it, “Your grandma doesn’t like talkin’ about it, but he was the best, and you prob’ly woulda been named Bo if it weren’t for your dad and his pretty eyes.” Turning her chin up to grin at him━it wasn’t like he deserved the compliment after all those stupid jokes━Freyja looked into said ‘pretty eyes’ and batted her lashes. “Stupid, stupid, pretty eyes. If you ever bring home a boy with pretty eyes, I’m sendin’ him home. He’ll just steal you from us and keep gettin’ ya pregnant.” Freyja snickered, looking back at her daughter. It was hard to imagine Hazel like that━old enough to have a boyfriend and get pregnant (she was still just their baby)━but it’d happen eventually. Hopefully not anytime soon.
“Anyway, Bonnie if it’s a girl, but still Bo.” She nodded, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind Hazel’s ear. “Aaaaand… we were thinkin’ about gettin’ a dog. It’ll be good to have ‘em in general, ‘cause I don’t want you guys to be weird kids who grow up without pets, but also… well, big dogs are good for protection. And lettin’ me know if one of you decides to go sleepwalking.” Freyja’s smile was sad and serious all at once as she cupped Hazel’s cheek, still scared to imagine her all grown up. Walking out to wail at dead bodies, gettin’ knocked up━all of it. It felt like she was a baby just a second ago.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Student
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Oct 7, 2022 15:00:50 GMT
Maybe her parents could have told her from the outset the family meeting was nothing to worry about to save Hazel’s heartbeat from racing as she tried to recount every single thing she had done for the past forty-eight hours, trying to figure out if she’d done something wrong. Not intentionally of course, she’d always considered herself a well-behaved daughter who never brought trouble to their doorsteps. Sometimes she would overhear some of the other students laughing about how they were caught in the park drinking and brought home by the cops. They were usually ready to do it all again the following weekend, and probably the one after that. At school, the only complaint her teachers had was that Hazel could easily become distracted and if sat next to her friends she would be talking nonstop, especially Abi. The pair never sat together in class anymore. Her parents delivered the best news ever. There was going to be another member of the family. “Okay maybe not waking me up at 4 am to change a diaper…” She replied to her dad with a sheepish smile as it dawned on her that babies literally wake up every hour of the day. She was going to need to read a thousand books on how to actually look after a newborn. “They’re gonna be so excited.” She couldn’t wait to be the cool older sister, but Uncle Kit and Uncle Frank could be the cool uncles to the new baby too with late night horror movie marathons and too much candy. Hazel wasn’t over the moon that it was going to be a surprise because she wanted to know way before her mom gave birth so she knew what to expect. Was she going to be taking her little brother to soccer practice? Or was she going to be showing her little sister how to contour her face? “It would be fun to have a little sister.” Hazel could donate all her clothes to her sibling and give her advice about boys and dating. She pulled her head back from her dad for a moment, glancing up at him with a frown on her face. “Ew. You’re not giving the baby the Frankina.” Her mom backed her up in an instant, bringing a grin to Hazel’s face. She broke away from the hug, “I love the name Bo.” Hazel’s gaze fell on her mom, her grin had faded to a warm smile. When she was younger they would visit her uncle Bo’s grave, but she was pretty clueless. Her mom never explained what happened and Hazel never asked. Then one day everything became clear. Again, Hazel didn’t ask many questions. Her eyes ticked over to her dad for a moment, looking at those hazel eyes that secured her name. “Oh no… no boys… no.” For a second her mind jumped to the boy she met in the parking lot, who blew out the lights. He had pretty eyes, right? But he wasn’t all that nice to her.
“Bonnie…” She repeated, testing the name out as she looked over at her mom. Her eyes widened, even more, when she announced they were thinking of getting a dog. “What?!” She exclaimed loudly, “Yes! We should get a dog.” She pictured herself taking the dog for a walk, holding her siblings' little tiny hand as they strolled through the park. There was a little smile on her face, “Not sure a dog is gonna stop the voices…” Hazel could only hope they would fade into silence. THEO DAMASCA & FREYJA DAMASCA |
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THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
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Married
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Freyja Damasca
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Oct 23, 2022 14:34:29 GMT
There was gonna be more tears: when they broke the news to Frank and his mutts, and when they told Freyja’s family, especially when Cory came to dinner again and the thank you nearly broke him. All of this, all he had now was because of what Cory had done for him. Being able to hold his wife and daughter was the start of it, the bedrock on which every other opportunity in his life had been built. A life time – as long as he could possibly get – of more kids, time spent with his family, loving, laughing, oh yeah definitely sobbing. All the things that had been cut off like a road destroyed in the landside of his death stretching away from him, entirely unreachable. Cory had swept it all away and there was never going to be enough thanks in the world to make up for it all, but he’d try all the same. Even if that bonus stretch of life came with bony elbows and violent tendencies.
Theo smacked a kiss in the air at his wife, wriggling in her grip to make sure that even the weak, awkward attempt to dig in his ribs failed. He squeezed back in then, trapping her arm between his side and hers, grinning as Freyja tipped her head up and pressed the lips that had just brushed Hazel’s temple to the corner of his mouth. ”We’ll work up to the late night feedings. If we’re lucky Bo’s gonna sleep right through.” Ha! Wishful thinking. That cycle of being the best little sleeper and a 3am alarm was always going to happen, the turn coming just when you were counting your blessings or about to try and find some fae out in the woods to swap your kid back with the faerie that’d stolen your good child and left their own little devil in its place.
The fingers that had brushed away his own tears skimmed over his wife’s cheeks now, smoothing her tears away even as his eyes burned bright again. ”Hey,” he murmured, a trace of laughter to the word. ”I thought we were agreed no making me worse.” He sniffed, the laughter growing as he knew that his brother knew better than to be reserved with his reactions now. Enough years of announcements and celebrations around that table had taught him a thing or two. ”Let me make sure I get a piece first, huh?” If Freyja did erupt her arm was gonna be spot on and the big bad soldier wasn’t gonna be wise enough to it to get himself out of range, especially if he was struck dumb with the news he was gonna be an uncle for the second time around.
When it came to babies, all those little surprises kept coming. The news of Hazel’s existence spelt out with fingers in the middle of town, the words not really striking him until he was back and could hear everything – including the fast lub-dub-dub of his daughter’s heartbeat on the ultrasound – finding out they had a little girl when the doctors passed her to her sobbing parents. First steps, first words, every single triumph amazing them, coming back to be bragged over now. Theo beamed as Freyja mock scowled, shrugging as though he’d known all along. ”And the statistics steered the psychic wrong,” he said breezily. He drew his wife back in, soothing the sting of the brag with the brush of his lips on top of her head.
Neither one of them knew what having a little sister was like, Freyja hadn’t been wrong, both sides of the family were heavily littered with boys. Statistics would probably fall squarely on the side of boy this time, but they wouldn’t know if they beat the odds again until that new life came screaming into the world. ”Boy or girl, they’re going to love having a big sister there,” Theo promised. He tried for innocence as Hazel frowned up at him, all wide eyed for just a split second before he chuckled. ”It’s not that bad. If we have a boy it’ll be just fine – Bo Franklin’s better right?” The pffft puffed out soft as Freyja snuggled close in the wake of her threat. Empty words, she wasn’t going anywhere.
Frank wouldn’t moan if he didn’t get in on the naming action until the tenth kid. He was going to be there for the kids in the way that Freyja’s brother couldn’t. Bo was still going to be in their lives, the kids hearing mentions of him, even if they didn’t know how he’d been lost so young. He was always going to be a part of Freyja’s heart that had shattered with his loss, a part Theo knew he couldn’t fix. He felt the ache of it in his chest now as Freyja explained more than she had to Hazel before. His lips curved as she looked up at him, blaming him for Hazel’s name. ”I can’t help it,” he puffed. ”You’re lucky your mom’s not threatening the shotgun the way your uncles did when they caught me sniffing around your mom. She could probably fill a backside with buckshot from twenty yards and not blink.” Hazel was a good kid though, too sensible a head on her shoulders to fall for the lines of teenaged boys – like her mom. Smart women who were already running rings around him.
The dog were going to do the same when they got it. Theo winced, already picturing the walks he was going to have to take with it, the poop scooping and baths, it’d be just like having a second baby in the house. He went to scowl at his wife about the weird kid comment, but he saw the shift in her expression. They were getting the dog for Hazel, to watch out for her … for both of them. ”It won’t, honey, but it’s gonna tell us if you do go walking again, so we can watch out for you. It’ll do the same if I do. A dog’s always gonna watch out for you … and it’ll be damn cute too, even if I have to pick up after it.”
He stepped back in, pulling both of them into one last hard hug, lips touching one tussled blonde head and then the other. ”It’ll be good for vacuuming the left overs up from under Frank’s table too. Let’s get ready and go make your uncles cry, huh? You’ve got half an hour and then me and the pie are taking off.” When he eased back he was already grinning, the tears drying up as he wagged warning fingers. They both knew he’d sit out there til next Sunday if he had to. The pushover.
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