THEO DAMASCA
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Freyja Damasca
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Sept 18, 2022 19:52:38 GMT
 Balloons. Kid-friendly cake – with an adult version full of sugar on the side. Tiny hats perched on adult heads that Hazel had giggled over for hours. Gifts where the paper had been more important to the whirling dervish who’d crawled from one end of the mess straight through to the other in what seemed like five seconds straight. Somehow Hazel’s first birthday felt both easier and harder than all of this.
Theo flapped his hand, trying to unstick the tape that was going to yank out every little hair on the back of his knuckles. He dipped his head, getting his teeth on the loose edge to pull it free. Oh yeah, there they went. Tears pricked his eyes for a moment – not the sort that blubbed endlessly from him when just about any emotion hit hard enough – blinked away as he made a small noise. The balloons – silver and a sorta pearly pink this time – bobbed around his head as he stretched up to fix them to the top of the ‘display’ in the living room. He dipped his head, studying them critically to see if they’d stay up. Hazel was too old to be crawling through them now, soon Bo would be here to do that and the clock would be reset in the house.
Stepping down off of the coffee table, Theo brushed his hand over the growing bulk of that new life. It felt like his daughter’s little shrieks of joy and the thump of thundering tiny feet had barely quieted in the house, even if it had been sixteen years since he’d opened the front door for the first time to show Freyja where their married life was going to spin out for decades. ”At least she’s grown out of screaming over them bursting,” he murmured warmly, dipping his head for smiling kiss. That had left ears ringing that first year, the cracking pop of a balloon seeming like the most terrifying thing in the world for their little girl. Now…
Not today. None of that was going to creep into Hazel’s birthday. The lines of their scheduled lives were already blurring and shifting with Bo’s impending birth. Soon it would be juggling multiple birthdays, trying to wrangle a teenager – one who was unintentionally already gifting both her parents with the first sprouts of white hair – two dogs (thankfully relegated to the yard this morning so the house could be set up without the two of them gambling through the middle of everything) and a baby. Top that with the other things that had wrapped around Hazel like a nightmare that clung on even after she woke up, and you had yourself a recipe for chaos.
He almost knocked up wood, willing the worst of it away as he crouched between the back of sofa and Freyja, pressing his hands and lips to the curve of her stomach and the squirming bulk of the baby inside (boy, he was laying money on it this time). ”We should probably get you used to all the screaming before you get here. Your momma’s the loud one, OK?” The grin was broad, his hazel eyes gleaming as he skimmed back up to press one last kiss to Freyja’s mouth. ”But we love her for it. I’ll get the last of the gifts wrapped up and then maybe we can start trying to drag her out of bed.” It’d been a surprise that the scent of food from the stove hadn’t already dragged Hazel out of bed. Oh how quick the schedule changed when she didn’t hear her parents rattling around the house at the crack of dawn.
Theo cast an uncertain look up at the ceiling, wondering how long they did had before it registered in Hazel’s dozing head that she hadn’t been hollered down to shake a leg before they were late for church. Sunday mornings had been sacred even before Hazel had made her middle of the night appearance. Those trips to church with Freyja, fingers laced as they’d sat through the sermons, the slow trip home afterwards and the not so slow family meals at Frank’s place, the number of chairs around the table seeming to grow with each passing year – Hazel slowly going from a high chair pulled up between her parents, to a booster cushion, the civility of church rapidly giving way to a raucousness that would’ve left some of the group heading for the confessional. Maybe he shoulda warned Bo to put their hands over their ears, that whole circus was on its way over here soon, that break in tradition to celebrate seventeen years of their Hazelnut being the centre of their world.
What did you get the centre of that world when she was practically a woman? Theo puffed out his cheeks, settling cross-legged on the floor with the paper and tape. That he’d mostly left to Freyja, although the new baseball mitt had been all him, a stark contrast to almost everything else. ”Did the pizzas go in?” The distracted question bristled out of him, like the tape that got stuck again. Son of a bitch. Had it been this hard when he’d used the entire roll on Freyja’s birthday gifts that first year? Had it been this hard last year? His brows furrowed, the paper held awkwardly over the pocket of the mitt, his eyes ticking up to Freyja. Maybe, like so much else those memories had muddied at the edges, growing opaque as they lay atop one another, his daughter’s entire life in that mental collage.
There was a quiet thump upstairs. Crap. Five more minutes had been all they needed. Now panic set in, the tape just seeming to snarl worse as he signed to Freyja. ”Catch her before she comes in.”
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FREYJA DAMASCA
Psychic
Posts: 184
Age:
28
Occupation:
Analyst at The Mystic Falls Courier
Status:
Married
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Theo Damasca
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Julia
“But it’s hard, when you’re hurt, to let somebody wreck you again.”
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Post by FREYJA DAMASCA on Sept 22, 2022 22:50:13 GMT
 ━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Theo was also the dream… even when he was bested by tape.
She laughed to herself as his comment brought up memories of Hazel as a baby, her strongest being the ones where Hazel was taken to her cousin’s birthday party and… oh, but she was older than Freyja’s nieces and nephews now, wasn’t she? That didn’t make sense. Blaming in on pregnancy brain, Freyja huffed out a breath as she folded the edge of the box, sealing the sleek, new IKEA lamp inside. The two catalogues were next, wrapped separately, something new after it was clear their Driver’s Ed course (which was the original gift) wouldn’t work out. Hazel likely wouldn’t be comfortable, and Freyja was sure Theo felt the same way she did about letting their daughter drive after all that.
It’d come with time, just as Freyja’s driving did after her brother’s death.
Slowly standing, and pushing herself off the couch as she did, Freyja was grinning to herself at their idea. She could already imagine Hazel’s face when she opened her gifts, and she couldn’t wait to see it.
Freyja was intercepted as she waddled toward the stairs at the edge of the living room, grabbing Theo’s arms to press her lips to his. And then he was down, talking to their baby that wriggled around on the inside, who was more than happy to take centre stage today (despite it being his sister’s birthday). He (or she, but Freyja was hoping for he) would do that anyway after his birth, which was why today had extra special layers atop its already-special beginnings.
Church was skipped (God could make an exception, the Scripture said so), but that was left as a surprise for Hazel━y’know, for whenever she dragged her lazy ass outta bed.
Slipping her fingers through his hair, Freyja grinned and rolled her eyes, giving the strands a few playful tugs. “Yeah, I’m loud when I’m carryin’ and pushin’ out your kids, motherfucker. C’mere, I’ll show ya…” Her little rant was cut off with a kiss, and smoothed over with Theo’s next words, though she wasn’t seriously mad anyway.
“You’re gonna wrap ‘em?” Freyja snickered, “She’ll be pullin’ em apart ‘til Christmas. This poor kid,” With another soft laugh, she’d forgotten all about her journey outside of the living room and thought the couch looked like a better option. Standing for a few seconds was already pretty tiring.
Freyja dropped into the cushions with a soft sigh, content to watch Theo carry out his threat of so-called wrapping. “You should… fold that edge… oh, why do I bother…” She commented idly, shaking her head with that same lazily amused smile. Freyja leaned back, hands settling on that massive belly, resting for a few minutes before she’d have to become a host again.
‘Did the pizzas go in?’
That got her attention. Freyja lifted her head, brows furrowed at Theo. “You’re askin’ me?” She’d been banned from the kitchen since they started dating━why would she be in charge of the pizzas? She couldn’t remember any of that, either━she’d been too busy wrapping gifts and forgetting stupid shit she had to keep standing up to retrieve. First the tape, then the scissors, then the gifts. She couldn’t blow up any balloons, though━that was all left to Theo.
The thump came, sounding the end of their quiet, plotting time. Freyja’s gaze jumped to Theo’s, and then she grumbled, “Sure, send the pregnant one,” as she stood, both hands cradling her belly. Freyja waddled up the short stairs from the sunken living room and turned to start up the stairs. She wasn’t halfway up when she saw Hazel emerge.
“Oops, I’m too slow. Who woulda thought?” Freyja called the last part (sarcastically) over her shoulder, then directed that same smile at Hazel again. “Mornin’, baby. Happy Birthday! Looks like we’re late for Church, huh?” Grinning mischievously, Freyja turned and started back down the stairs carefully. “Can’t believe ya slept in,” She tsked, though she was still smiling.
Finally, when Freyja reached the bottom, she turned to envelop Hazel in a hug, pulling her in tight. “Happy Birthday, Hazelnut.” She cooed again, smacking a kiss on her daughter’s cheek.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Oct 12, 2022 18:13:00 GMT
“Where has the time gone?”— it was a phrase she heard all the time, especially when it rolled around to her birthday. Apparently she was growing up too fast and right in front of their eyes, according to her parents, but there were times Hazel still felt like a kid. A kid that still needed her parents even if she did try and behave like a strong independent woman. The car accident with Abi was a perfect example of that. Hazel crumbled at the sight of her mom coming through the crowd, longing for her mom to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. It wasn’t like Hazel had fallen off her bicycle and bruised her arm though. A man was dead and Hazel witnessed the whole thing. It wasn’t Abi or Hazel’s fault at all, but she couldn’t help but replay the final few moments in her head before Abi hit that poor person. Had Hazel distracted Abi by playing with the radio so much? Was Hazel talking to Abi too much? No matter how guilty she felt about the accident she knew Abi felt a million times worse. Hazel had tried her best to comfort her best friend, telling her there was nothing they could have done. Even the cops agreed. It was just an accident. Today wasn’t the day to hide in her bedroom, trying not to think about the dead man. It was her birthday, which meant a whole day dedicated to her. She’d reached an age where she wouldn’t be bouncing around her bedroom all night waiting for the morning because she was so excited about the following day. Of course the excitement was still there, but it didn’t keep her up all night, acting all hyperactive and her parents had to come into her bedroom to tell her to go to bed. Her parents always made sure the day was extra special. Cake, balloons, party poppers, gifts. She loved every single second of the day. It pained her that her birthday fell on Sunday. Firstly the first part of her day was to be taken up by Church which was a bit of a bummer, but she would never ever ever say that to her mom, even if there was a gun pressed against her. Nothing was worse than facing the wrath of her mom. Secondly it was school the following day. It was just going to be another normal boring empty day, in the place she sometimes referred to as hell, after a day which was bound to be full of happiness. Seventeen and a senior. It was a mixture of excitement but also filled her with anxiety. Fast forward another twelve months and she would be eighteen and no longer a high school student. What was she going to do with her life? It was as if the past seventeen years had flashed before her eyes and she would soon be expected to get a job or go to college. What would she even study? What did she like? There had been no time at all for her to sit down and consider all these points. One thing that brought a smile to her face was that by the time she was eighteen she would have a baby sibling in her life. Someone for her to dot on and shower them with love, just how her parents had done to her. Hazel could have sworn she set her alarm to go off at 8am. Her eyes flickered open as her body told her it was time to get up. She rolled over, grabbing her phone off her bedside table to check her notifications. Damn, she’d slept in. She could hear her parent’s voices travelling from downstairs, although she was somewhat surprised one of them hadn’t come knocking on her door earlier. The birthday messages had already started to flood in, filling her phone with notifications from all different social media platforms. The only person she replied to for now was Abi before ripping the duvet cover off her body. A minute slower and her mom would have been tapping at her door to wake her up. Hazel swung her door open, breaking in a smile as she spotted her mom coming up the stairs. “Yeah, sorry, my alarm didn’t go off.” It hadn’t been the first time Hazel was rushing around her room, frantically trying to get ready for church. The services were just sooo early in the morning. She followed her mom down the stairs, which felt like it took forever with her mom waddling down each step slowly. Finally they reached the bottom and her mom turned around to pull her into a right hug. “Thank you!” She beamed, pulling back from her mom after a few seconds. “Where’s dad?” Hazel tilted her head slightly in an attempt to peer past her mom, to see if she could spot any decorations in the living room. FREYJA DAMASCA & THEO DAMASCA |
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THEO DAMASCA
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Posts: 179
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Married
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Freyja Damasca
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Oct 23, 2022 15:47:49 GMT
Damn. Why hadn’t he gotten the camera out when he’d dug through the drawers for the scissors and tape? Photos were a must, that camera he’d dragged halfway across the world as a teenager his way of recording all those little moments of a life now spent separated from his brother for Frank and his parents. Glossy 4x6s sent with those weekly – alright, they ended up monthly – letters, eventually plugged into the computer when those letters turned into emails. Emails had become Skype or Whatsapp calls now, but those photos were still a part of it all. Freyja, Hazel, nearly twenty years of an amazing life captured in them.
If he’d dug the albums out of the drawer in his desk he could’ve brought back the doll’s house debacle of Hazel’s fourth birthday, the skinned knees displayed either side of her bike frame and the gap-toothed grin of her eighth. The family growing around her in them, swelling with those where they’d gotten to celebrate with Freyja’s whole family there, the rare ones where his parents appeared. The memories flashing like snapshots in his brain, only the most recent ones clear enough that he could’ve described them word for word.
And this year? Confusion, hopefully followed by absolute joy, and then the stench of paint filling the house for weeks as they pulled together all the gift from the disparate bits they’d bought themselves and the ones Hazel was going to drag them through IKEA to buy – all with the desperate hope that he’d get meatballs at the end. A reward for a job that was going to be done with the help of her uncles, whether they liked it or not. They were going to help with Bo’s nursery too, all hands pressed into action before the baby was here and all they’d have time for was diaper changes and feeds.
Theo still felt the echoes of Freyja’s laughter in his bones as he steadied the swaying bulk of his wife and spoke to the life inside of her, making her so unwieldy as they bounced around in that little hayglobe of their own. He tipped his head back on the way up, feeling the glide of Freyja’s fingers through his hair and that little chiding tug he absolutely ignored. ”Puh-lease,” he griped, grinning all the same. ”Loud all the time, but it’s one of your best features.” He poured the adoration of every part of her into the kiss, his lips curving against hers. Theo pouted faintly as he pulled back, the expression melting away with a snort as he patted Freyja’s ass. ”You managed alright … I still don’t know where that first ring went though. Shoulda kept better track of it.” One of the pretty eyes Hazel was named for winked at her before he drew away to finish preparation. Or finish stripping the hair from his knuckles with the tape.
Freyja settled in on the couch, advice immediately rolling in. Theo glanced over, grinning up at her like a kid on Christmas morning. The division of labour usually worked out pretty well for both of them, muddled only with the complication of pregnancy between them. ”Because you love me,” he said simply. And because she did she wouldn’t throw a cushion at him over the pizzas. ”As the woman who keeps a whole newspaper going … absolutely.” That would’ve been his job, but in the mile long list in his head of what they had to do that particular job was floating around, neither tethered – to be done – or filed away. If they weren’t in they were gonna have to wait a minute now.
”Pregnant, not legless,” he joked with a quick twitch of his fingers. He smiled beatifically for just a heartbeat before he tore a foot long strip of tape free and wrapped it haphazardly around the mitt. That was gonna have to do. Tossing it aside, onto the pile of gifts, Theo scrambled up. Tape, scissors, everything for the prep was gathered up, his gaze raking the room for anything else to get hidden as he turned around. Nothing. What was in his hands was jammed back into a convenient drawer. ”Shocker,” Theo called out, shoving it closed. He really should’ve gone himself, passing the gift over to Freyja to finish it up.
The silenced alarm had bought them some time at least. Church put aside for a single week, teased over by Freyja now as she started back down towards them, Hazel trailing in her wake until she appeared and turned to wrap their daughter up in a hug. Theo eased himself up, padding over, hidden (mostly) behind Freyja until he was throwing his arms around both of them. ”He was making it impossible for you to get into your presents,” he said proudly, smacking a noisy kiss on Hazel’s forehead. ”Happy birthday honey. Seventeen, whoooop!” He drew back, pumping his hands in the air, absolutely rhythmless – he’d blame that on not hearing a damn thing until he’d practically been in grade school, although Frank was just as bad.
Backing into the middle of the living room, Theo spread his arms, spinning in a circle to bop at the strings of the balloons to send them bobbing in the air. ”I’d recommend starting on the big ones first. I’m not gonna say wait til your uncles get here, the way the little ones are taped, you’re still gonna be opening them up then.” He knew the usual way this went was dinner first, then cake, then gifts, but the kid in him was already bouncing at the immensity of the surprise that was coming this year – a whole attic’s worth.
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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 Nov 10, 2022 1:56:30 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
Still teasing, she shrugged at Hazel’s apology, her face a picture of mild annoyance. “Well, I guess we’re just gonna haveta skip today, huh?” Suddenly, Freyja broke into a wide grin, all pleased with the way she and Theo’s plan worked out. She gathered Hazel in her arms on the safety of the floor (and not a staircase that only proved more torturous the further into her pregnancy she was) and felt Theo entering their space from behind.
“He’s…” She lifted a hand, motioning noncommittally over her shoulder and nearly smacking Theo in the face as he approached. Freyja caught his chin and squeezed his face before relinquishing her hold and allowing him to greet his daughter.
As soon as Theo backed away from their group hug, Freyja slipped from Hazel, giving her arm a gentle squeeze as they separated. Freyja followed him with her best waddle down the mini stairs into the living room, trying to lead Hazel into the present pile and mass of balloons. “Yeah, big ones first…” She narrowed her eyes at Theo for a split second━there was an order to this, after all!━and then, instead of getting them herself, moved to flop down on the couch again. “That box right there on the left, the one that looks like it’s been wrapped by a sane person.” Freyja motioned to it, “That one’s first.”
She grinned mischievously at Theo, just waiting ‘til Hazel opened her lamp. After that was the IKEA catalogue, which she pointed to with her foot once she was leaning back into the couch, hands spread over her belly. “That one, then… Theo, grab th’one on the table for ‘er.” Another catalogue, this time of paint colours, both wrapped separately and appearing almost like magazines while concealed. She couldn’t wait to see Hazel’s face when she opened them all.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Student
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Nov 29, 2022 15:54:33 GMT
There was a flash of concern on Hazel’s face when she spotted her mom looking a little bit annoyed that she was running late. As a child, she would have been awake and bouncing around the house at 5am, excited for her presents and the birthday celebrations. The excitement was still there, but not to the point where it kept her up all night and charging around her room full of beans. As soon as her head hit the pillow the previous night she was out like a light, exhaustion slipping through thanks to the hectic few weeks she had endured. There was no time to even think about her birthday before her body crashed into a dreamless sleep. The look faded from her mom’s face quickly though, causing a grin to spread across Hazel’s face, mirroring her mom. “You should be an actress.” She joked as her mom guided her from the stairs. As soon as she asked where her dad was, he emerged from the living room, pulling her and her mom in for a tight hug, almost as tight as the one her mom gave her a second ago. It was surprising she had broken a rib yet. “Thanks dad.” She watched as he tried to pump his fist in the air with some kind of rhythm but failed. She was just relieved there was no one around to see it, apart from her mom. Eventually she was free from hugs and her presents was waiting for her in the living room along with soooooo many balloons. She couldn’t keep the grin off her face as her eyes bounced around the living room, taking in all the decorations. “Oh my gosh… it looks amazing in here!” She must have been dead to the world if they managed to get all these decorations up without stirring her. There was a selection of presents wrapped neatly and a selection that wasn’t wrapped as neatly. She knew who had taken responsibility for the wrapping of each present. But she couldn’t dive in the way she wanted to, not like on her fifth birthday when she opened all the accessories to her toy kitchen before opening the toy kitchen. Luckily she didn’t put two and two together that quickly so the surprise wasn’t spoilt.
“Okay this one first.” She headed straight towards the present that had been pointed out for her, making herself comfortable on the floor. She carefully pulled the wrapping paper from the gift, revealing a baby pink lamp in a box beneath the paper. “I love it!” Hazel exclaimed loudly, looking up at both her mom and dad, “It’s gonna fit perfectly in my room… oh, oh, it will match my pink bedding!” She placed the lamp down on the floor, before reaching out for her next present. The rib-breaking hugs could wait until she had opened everything. The second gift wasn’t as exciting though. An IKEA catalogue. “Thank you?” She laughed nervously as her gaze flicked between her parents, but then her dad passed her another gift. Another catalogue? “Is this like a puzzle where I gotta figure out my next gift?”FREYJA DAMASCA & THEO DAMASCA |
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THEO DAMASCA
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Posts: 179
Status:
Married
Partner:
Freyja Damasca
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 11, 2022 17:54:13 GMT
Being a military brat meant that routine was practically stamped into his bones along with ‘issued by the US army’. You got used to the way that worked on the bases, men and women coming and going at set times and you learned to stick to it pretty fast. Theo guessed he’d carried that away with him in a couple of his dad’s old kit bags when he’d boarded the plane to Virginia. While other kids had been tearing themselves out of bed an hour late for classes, he’d been there ten minutes early, slipping unashamedly into his seat in the first row – all the better to visually catch what his hearing aids couldn’t pick up – notebook and pens set out. Assignments were never late, prep for exams starting weeks out. When it had gone from college to actual placements in hospitals he’d been the guy you could set your watch by. Mr Reliable. Nobody had told him how much that was going to come in handy as a dad though.
You divided your day up by what needed to happen in your kids’ and eventually … you got to riff off of that to keep a secret. Theo knew his wife was grinning wide as she joked over missing church – a massive no-no every other Sunday of the year. This was special though. ”He’s right here,” Theo murmured, smoosing up his lips as his wife squeezed his face, then smacking them on Hazel’s forehead. She might’ve thanked him for the birthday wishes, but Theo knew the dual fist pump had been pure embarrassment for al involved. He eased back chuckling, leading the way to the presents – cryptic as they were all going to be.
Theo dropped onto the sofa next to his wife, pulling out his phone to get some photos at least. He was the picture of innocence in response to that narrow eyed look, all wide eyed innocence as he snapped a photo of Hazel in the middle of it all. ”I’d say you can thank your momma for that, but we both know it was me under orders.” And it was him scooting away half a foot to get himself out of swatting range. ”Hey, I don’t remember you complaining about all the tape when it was you opening up what I bought you.” There was a world of affection and nostalgia in his eyes as Theo reached other to touch a finger lightly to the necklace that always rested at Freyja’s throat. A physical sign of hearts that had echoed in each other’s chests from the very start. ”I went easy on them this year anyway.” He looked back at his daughter, shaking his head silently to already refute his own words.
Another couple of snaps, Hazel looking excited before she opened up the box and that bigger bubble of joy popped and the one filled with confusion took it’s place. Grumbling under his breath at being ordered up again before it happened, Theo passed off his phone and got up to get the one off the table. ”Your mom’s always had a good eye for that,” he told Hazel, winking at his daughter as he passed off the present from the table, the paint charts he’d gathered from the hardware store, every strip they had even if there was zero chance their kid was going to paint her room in the murky swamp green that had been bizarrely named ‘Reginald’ Theo deposited the neatly wrapped parcel in Hazel’s lap, ruffling her hair as he stepped back.
Now, the intention had been to keep a straight face, but Theo was chuckling the moment Hazel started to laugh nervously. This was always gonna be a puzzle, although with Hazel being as smart as he mom, he figured she’d have it figured out pretty quickly. ”Kinda. It’s more like a puzzle where if you put all the pieces together you get the whole picture. Open up the next one Hazelnut…” He lifted his chin towards the parcel now in Hazel’s lap. Nudging Freyja to snap a photo – what good was Bo for the moment if Freyja’s bump wasn’t playing tripod for his phone. ”What do you usually do with catalogues, kiddo?” Theo gave him a moment to figure it out before he let the grin break through. ”With Bo due pretty soon, we figured you’d want some baby free space of your own so … we’re giving you the attic space all as yours. You get to pick everything that goes in it … and your have your uncles to help with all the manual labour.” And her dad of course. Her mom was going to be sitting with her feet up, firing off orders the entire time.
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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 8, 2023 18:07:30 GMT
━ they set me on fire, and i did a lot of burning ━
The love she felt then hadn’t dwindled in the seventeen years it took to get to this moment. Freyja knew it never would; nothing could break this family, only change it━only add more love.
With a wide smile, Freyja watched their daughter open her gifts. The expression on her face was one she was sure Theo had seen a million times mirrored on Freyja’s own, but those eyes were her dad’s. Freyja recognized Theo in them; in the love and excitement that radiated from those hazel eyes.
Freyja grinned despite Theo’s grumble, happily taking his phone without moving. The bottom rested on her belly while she held the top, furiously clicking the capture button at the bottom. “Oh, good,” Freyja hummed in response to Hazel claiming it would be good in her bedroom, still smirking. “Except… that’s not where I was thinkin’ it’d go.” She said mischievously, shooting a little look at Theo.
They both ended up chuckling at Hazel’s confusion. She looked like she was trying to be thankful, a picture of perfect manners, but the questions finally overtook everything else. Freyja laughed again━louder this time, enough to jiggle the phone and ensure the next photo was a blur of vaguely Hazel and Theo-y shapes━before Theo finally explained. She made sure to get a few snaps of that, too.
“But ya gotta promise t’keep it clean,” Freyja warned. “Other than that, yeah, your real present is pickin’ things from there. How ya wanna paint the walls, furnishin’s, the whole shebang. We’ve been up there makin’ sure there’s a bit more insulation an’ cleanin’ it up for ya.” We, she said, as if she did more than boss around the boys. “When your uncles get here, you can thank ‘em, too.” She knew Hazel would, though, ‘cause they’d raised their girl right. Freyja kept beaming, so excited to see not only Hazel’s full-blown reaction (the camera was ready), but how she decided to decorate the place. And how that would change over the years as she got older and more mature. Oh, gosh, college was right around the corner━Freyja was gonna start cryin’ if she wasn’t careful.
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HAZEL DAMASCA
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Post by HAZEL DAMASCA on Feb 1, 2023 21:23:09 GMT
Her gaze bounced between her parents as they reeled off their love story, with a grin glued to her face. Lord help all the boys in the future because there was no way she was settling for anything less than what her parents had. True love. So the jocks on the soccer team had zero chance with her because it was painfully obvious they were only looking at one thing. Numbers on their chart. Hazel was worth more than and damn she knew it. “You went to cooking classes?” She exclaimed loudly before breaking into a laugh, “Did you fail?” Her dad was the one who wore the chef hat in the kitchen whilst her mum tried to help. Hazel wasn’t much better with her cooking skills either, but luckily she had her dad there to teach her how to cook pasta without burning it to the side of the pan. “Yeah that’s pretty creepy dad.” She teased, casting a glance at her dad. It wasn’t long before the camera had been whipped out by dad and he was tapping away at the button, causing Hazel to shy away from the lens slightly. “Daaaaad. My hair is super greasy and I have a huuuuge zit.” She pointed towards the smallest blemish on her chin but of course in the mirror it looked like the biggest mountain in the world. Even an expert hiker would struggle to get to the top of it. She quickly accepted defeat though knowing the camera wasn’t going to be lowered any time soon. They wanted all the pictures they could for their family album and in a few years time she would look back on the photos with a smile on her face, not even noticing the fact her hair needed washing and there was a zit on her chin. The penny wasn’t dropping for Hazel. The lamp wasn’t for her room? “It won’t look good in here.” She reminded her mom, with a smile on her face. But the confusion continued as she opened the rest of her presents, trying to sound as grateful as possible as she looked down at the catalogues. “Er… buy stuff from them?” Like cute little pink lamps she’d just opened. Finally her dad explain the weird gifts as her eyes widened with excitement. “For real?” She jumped up off the floor with the catalogue in her hand. “It’s gonna be the cleanest room in Mystic Falls!” Maybe. Hazel did have a tendency to throw half her wardrobe onto the floor when looking for an outfit then failing to put it all back again. “This is the best present ever!” She launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around her dad tightly before breaking away and heading straight for her mom, but keep the hug on the lighter side considering there was a basketball size belly between them growing her baby brother. Hazel stepped back from her mom, “I love you guys. Thank you soooo much.” There was a prickly in her eyes as she looked back at her parents, with a huge grin on her face. FREYJA DAMASCA & THEO DAMASCA - the end! |
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