THEO DAMASCA
Banshee
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Married
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Freyja Damasca
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ANGE
Last seen Nov 11, 2024 20:33:58 GMT
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Post by THEO DAMASCA on Dec 11, 2022 20:21:32 GMT
 Divide and conquer. That should’ve been a part of parenting 101. While your wife took your son out Christmas shopping – maybe to get your present, maybe not (that was a question Theo was happy to put down to Mrs Clause working in mysterious ways) – you headed home straight home from work to get dinner going. It was wise, really, especially since reversing roles would’ve left the kitchen in jeopardy, just what they would’ve needed only two weeks before Christmas.
Theo kicked his boots off by the door, making sure to wipe them off on the freshly laid Christmas mat first, automatically checking to make sure Hazel’s coat was hung up on the rack by the door. He’d checked the schedule on the kitchen wall that morning, as he always did. After the accident both of them had knuckled down on watching over their daughter. It had been an accident, a momentary loss of attention for Abi, but it had cost a man his life and Hazel what peace of mind she’d had left after her banshee genes had kicked in. They weren’t wrapping her up in cotton wool or locking her up in the attic room that he could almost still smell that fresh tang of paint in when he ventured up there (privacy had been the name of the game for giving Hazel the space in the first place and so he tried not to do it too often). He was relieved when he came home each night to discover his daughter tucked up safe though.
No sign of the dogs, which probably meant that they’d abandoned the idea of their dinner coming soon to head upstairs with Hazel. The rattle of the pans would probably bring them down soon enough. They’d definitely grown into those giant paws since they’d picked them out at the pound. They were big dogs now, the perfect foil to anything that might come looking for his daughter – the things that he and Freyja had tried to protect her from (and had failed to do so more often than he ever would have wanted).
He padded through to the kitchen, cleaning up as he went. With two kids in the house there was always a mess, things tossed aside until they were desperately needed now. Like gym shoes this morning and, yeah, he still hadn’t found the Genetics pop tests he’d put aside last night after dinner – who was he to say no when his wife came to drag him off to bed. When Hazel had been small there would’ve been a chance they were already cut up into pieces, coloured in with bright scribbles of colour. The kids were a little too old for that now, but it didn’t mean there weren’t other ways to creatively transform stuff in the house.
Trying to count back his moves in his head last night, Theo set the two pans on the stove. One got loaded with minced beef, butter melted down in the other, stirred in with the flour until he eventually had the béchamel slowly thickening in one and the meat sauce for the lasagne bubbling in the other. Maybe when it was in the stove he could take the half an hour out before they ate to get the tests marked. This wasn’t going to be one of those nights where he stayed up late to try and get things done last minute, not while his wife was waiting in bed for him and they were trying to convince the kids not to stay up until midnight on a school night.
The heat was turned down on both pans – a precaution with dogs big enough to practically open the top cupboards in the house (even though both were as well trained as the kids – before he started up the stairs. A quick rifle through the stacks of reports on his desk revealed no tests, a trip through their bedroom not turning them up either – not that he’d stopped between the bedroom door and their bed last night to set them down anywhere.
Frowning, Theo started up again. Giving Hazel her own space up in the attic had seemed like an amazing idea when they’d set it all up for her birthday, now he was grumbling about the extra stairs – like he was sixty, not even mid-30s yet (well, they said kids did age you, didn’t they?). Theo’s brows drew together as he reached the top. There was still that feeling like he’d been married no time at all when he thought about it too hard, like somehow the seventeen years they’d had in this house melted like the cheese was going to into the sauce when he got downstairs. He hadn’t hit the middle aged spread yet, still went out running with Frank at least once a month, he could handle the stairs, but that pit in his gut still got him from time to time.
He tried to shake it off before he rapped his knuckles against Hazel’s bedroom door, cutting off the two voices he heard behind it. Theo waited for his daughter to tell him to head in – as a father you learned to give your teenager privacy real fast – before he cracked the door. ”Sorry Hazelnut, I didn’t know you had anybody over. Does Abi want to stay for dinner? It’s lasagne … already cooking. I was trying to find those tests I had in my office last night, you didn’t see them, did you?” He looked up, stopping dead in the doorway. Not Abi, this girl was taller, blonde where Abi was dark. The pit started to yaw wide open, a tremor starting up deep down where he couldn’t clamp a hand over it to stop it from running uncontrolled through him.
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
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"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Jan 8, 2023 22:10:29 GMT
 ━ watch me make them bow ━
And she was here, now, in this fucking picture-perfect white-picket-fucking-fence house with this girl ‘cause she might be a useful addition to Viktor’s pack. She was still young, which meant she was still impressionable and could be trained however they wanted. If Viktor had a strong pack here, one to replace the burning hole in his werewolf-ness or whatever, then maybe he’d choose to stay.
Yes, she hated it, and yes, she was used to moving around a lot, but that was before. She didn’t want to live in a city that didn’t know them. Harmony had learned to never get attached to certain places, but everything had changed, and that was still something she had to deal with.
Anyway, Hazel was… fine. She was young but still smart, excitable, but clearly had a decent head on her shoulders. She’d been raised by good people━clearly━which spoke volumes for who she was. Loyal. Harmony figured Viktor would appreciate that━once he got over the fact that she was trying to incorporate a stranger into their circle. He couldn’t expect that she’d consistently fucking pop out wolves for him to rebuild the pack he had before.
Also, ew. Why the fuck was she thinking about kids?
It was all the fucking baby stuff she’d seen on the way in. Hazel explained she had a new brother━one with a weird-ass name, Mo or some shit━and he was loud or whatever but, apparently, still cute. Harmony hated that she’d wished he was around so she could hold him. Fucking gag.
Anyway, thankfully Hazel’s parents weren’t around. Harmony didn’t do parents. Well, she did them… but she wasn’t someone who often left a good impression. Hazel wouldn’t see through her intentions, but Harmony would guess any parent even a tiny bit more competent than her own would.
She checked her phone as Hazel went to the bathroom, seeing nothing from Viktor, who was really the only person who called her nowadays━and wasn’t that sad. She huffed, blue eyes drifting away from the empty screen and across the converted attic. It was cute. About as big as her entire fucking apartment growing up, but she wasn’t bitter. She just didn’t feel that bad about faking a friendship with Hazel to get what she wanted.
Harmony tucked her phone away again as she heard the creak of footsteps coming up. Her gaze came up, expecting to see Hazel at the door, but it was someone else entirely. Her dad? He━
Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
Her dad was the dude from the college? Since fucking when?! Harmony tampered her shocked expression like a towel smacked onto a hot flame. It flattened, staring blankly by the time he looked back at her. She wondered if he’d recognize her, but that question was quickly answered. It didn’t matter if she’d switched a few features before, it wasn’t enough to erase her face from his mind.
“Not Abi. Obviously.” Harmony sneered. She knew about that girl, the one who couldn’t fucking drive, and had wondered if she was something else, too. “Long time no see, huh?” It was weird to think of this guy as existing outside of that moment with her. But he had a wife, a kid━two now━and a nice house. “Thanks for not running your mouth. Don’t worry, I’m not here to eat your kid; she’s too cute to chow down on.” Harmony pressed her fist into the opposite palm and squeezed her fingers around it. She didn’t want to start shaking, though the memory of that night begged for it.
She’d said no for Viktor, and keeping that secret almost destroyed everything.
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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, 2023 20:18:57 GMT
The shakes had eventually dissipated, bleeding away into Freyja as she’d held him close. Just tiny tremors in his bones in the end where she couldn’t feel them. For weeks afterwards he’d woken from the dreams with those vibrations like aftershocks, breaking through the silence he clung to when his hearing aids were turned off. Flashes of dreams hitting like they were covered with a red filter. Blood on skin already going marble white, smeared on a girl’s lips as she’d tossed aside part of what had once been a human being. Months later they’d all been eclipsed, his own death because of what had happened in that alleyway pushing the incident to the back of his mind.
His body hadn’t forgotten how to shake though. The quiver started in his bones now, gradually bleeding into his flesh until he had to grip the door handle to stop his legs just giving out. If he was down he couldn’t fight, couldn’t step between the siren and Hazel the way he’d once tried to between his wife and the hunter.
Theo’s knuckles burned, the bones pressed white against the skin. His breath tried to fight its way past the constriction of fear that’d wrapped like a choke chain around his throat. Somehow the hunter had known that he’d been in the alleyway that night, had laid the blame for the young man’s death at his feet as though his letting the siren walk away had warranted his death. He hadn’t been the one to tear the guy apart, he’d felt the weight of not being able to do anything more for him settling like lead on his conscience. He’d died in her place.
Hazel eyes skittered around the room, from the girl’s flat, emotionless shell of an expression – like one of those plastic Halloween masks, hiding everything that twitched or revealed beneath – looking for Hazel or those splashes of red that would’ve announced that his daughter had been … No. There wasn’t any, Hazel wasn’t in here but she was home. Her coat had been downstairs. Her shoes on the mat, her backpack was right there.
Clearing his throat, Theo brought his gaze slowly back to her, like doing it too fast would set her off. A predator always looked for some sign of fear in its prey and it honestly wouldn’t have taken much to see it in him. He probably reeked of it if sirens worked that way, fear for his daughter, his own life filling the air. Cory had given him more than seventeen years to see his daughter grow up, to bring Bo into their world. It was more than he’d ever thought he’d have when he’d refused to go with the reaper, but God, it wasn’t enough. ”Obviously,” he managed hoarsely. ”Abi’s welcome here.” This thing wasn’t. The house was meant to be their safe haven, the world that had almost cost Hazel her dad held at bay by the four walls and the dogs they’d bought to protect her. What a stellar job they’d done this time.
The laugh bubbled up tight, was stifled as Theo bought his other hand up to knuckle his mouth. His scream would knock her on her ass, maybe for long enough for him to get Hazel and the dogs out of the house. Sirens weren’t like werewolves, he didn’t think, although why hadn’t he tried to get Kit and Katja and all the others who’d brought something new to their family to tell him what else they could be facing? ”Not long enough. Maybe we could make it a few more decades the next time.” Make it closer to never. That’d be just perfect.
Breath exploded from his throat suddenly, his grip on the door releasing for him to hold a hand out towards her, just like he’d done when he’d tried to ward off the hunter in that clearing. ”Are you fucking kidding me? Do you even know how much what you did cost me? I should’ve told him where you were, let him stick that knife in your heart instead of mine. My kid almost had to grow up without me because someone blamed me for you killing and … and … eating that boy.” His voice tightened into a hiss, the chain around his throat tightening. ”Lay one hand on Hazel and everything I kept quiet about someone’ll hear.” It was a threat that might paint a target on his back again, but not from the hunter. The man had realised something when he’d been in the woods for Freyja. It had taken years to start looking over his shoulder, but eventually it’d felt like they were safe. Not anymore.
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Jan 31, 2023 23:52:27 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━
Harmony scoffed lightly. “Really? ‘Cause your daughter doesn’t seem to share the sentiment. She invited me here.” She licked her lips and fluttered her lashes, though Harmony’s skin began to ache as her nails dug into her palms━all to keep some semblance of control. She was in charge here. He was scared of her. She’d survived too much, admitted too much, to have to flee now because of what he’d seen.
Watching his mouth closely as he rubbed it, her blue eyes narrowed for a moment like little slits of ice. Was he gonna do that thing again? That screaming thing? It wasn’t that long ago━she could almost still hear it ringing in her ears.
She cackled and gave the illusion of relaxing further on Hazel’s bed, prying her hands apart to press them flat to the mattress behind her. Harmony leaned back, watching him seemingly fight to breathe. She felt the same way, she just didn’t let it show on the outside━clearly nobody had taught this guy how to survive. Maybe that’s why his daughter was so fucking gullible.
“If you’ll even still be alive by then, old man.” He looked older. It’d been dark in that pocket of time on campus, but she’d gotten up close and personal without spreading her venom to him, too. Maybe Hazel’s mom was what he’d held onto instead of folding. Harmony thought about Viktor again and felt her stomach turn.
Kids probably aged you a fuck ton, especially teenagers and babies, and he had one of each. If she ever had any… well, she wouldn’t age, first of all, but she’d also teach them not to be as dumb as Hazel, fucking befriending “older girls” she didn’t know. Inviting them home and shit. Harmony could’ve been any type of weirdo and Hazel just let her in.
They were all lucky that Harmony only wanted to make her part of Viktor’s pack.
He came closer. Maybe he had bigger balls on him than she thought. Maybe they only kicked in when Harmony hinted at what she could do to Hazel.
But… wait, what? Her brows furrowed for a moment before she quickly smoothed the expression and tried to pretend it’d never happened. She was still in control. “You’re trying to tell me you died but are somehow still standing here?” Harmony motioned to his entire gi-fucking-normous frame and scoffed, “Believable. Think you’re losing your mind. Gotta be the new baby keeping you up, right?” She asked, smirking wide, like her lips could part and reveal her teeth at any moment━the same teeth that’d ripped apart that boy… for survival.
Pushing off the bed, Harmony stood and slowly stalked a few paces closer to him, her eyes narrowed. “Hazel showed me pictures; he’s so cute you could just… eat him up.” She snickered. Harmony was prodding him hard, believing that she’d somehow survive a confrontation with this guy in his own home. But he was terrified, and as long as she didn’t allow her fear to show on the outside, Harmony thought that she could still come out on top.
“You could run your mouth…” She started, chin raising proudly, though she still had to stare up at him even with a few feet between them. “... But she’d still be gone━the baby, too. And whoever else I want. So you’re gonna stay quiet. Got it?” Harmony would never hurt a baby━or Hazel, or anyone else, for that matter━but she had to scare him. He had to keep this to himself, otherwise she could lose Viktor and his family━and her life, the one she’d worked so fucking hard to build for herself.
The one that had somehow become less important than losing the man she loved.
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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 Feb 27, 2023 20:51:33 GMT
Hazel’s fear had been infectious as they’d told her about what was possibly in her future. The afterimage of the flames Freyja had created seared into his eyes, but they hadn’t been the reason for the tears that had gathered there. He’d been scared for his little girl, what she was going to have to go through. Then he’d pleaded with whatever higher power was out there that Hazel would take after her mom in more than just looks. He hadn’t gotten what he’d wanted, and maybe that extra weight of what she was going to have to do from them on, screaming for those who’d died, was why they’d continued to hold back on telling her about what had happened to him. Theo heard that little voice in the back of his mind mocking him now, telling him this wouldn’t have happened if she’d known, but they couldn’t have known.
Was it better that it was the siren and not the hunter? In nightmares he’d walked through the house, coming to finish what he’d started, taking the family that wasn’t meant to be. He’d clawed his way awake then, ears ringing like even without his hearing aids in, listening hard enough would reveal that the nightmare was real.
Theo couldn’t block the sound of her out now, the mocking voice that had his lips pressing together hard. Now they weren’t going to have any choice in having that conversation with Hazel. She had to know she could trust here and who she couldn’t. Nausea burned in his throat, the small sips of air he sucked in through his teeth not enough to dispel it. ”It won’t be happening again. Hazel didn’t know better this time.” After this thing was gone they were going to have a conversation that would terrify his kid again, taking away another part of her innocence by passing on those nightmarish images from his own memory to hers.
Those cold blue eyes narrowed at him, like she was sizing him up. Theo froze, his knuckles still there. He flinched as her laughter burst out, expecting her to come at him instead of sprawling back like she was making herself more at home. How was he gonna get out of there? It wasn’t like he could lay a hand on her, and calling Hazel back in here was only gonna give her another way to turn this situation nasty. If Freyja and Bo were here too… His upper lip curled back, the sweat that dotted it cold and greasy. ”I’ll still be here. You keep up what you did in that alley, you won’t be.” He hadn’t wanted to waste a single one of those extra years he’d been given with Freyja, wouldn’t wish away a day with the kids. Thanks to Cory he’d had sixteen years that he shouldn’t have done, years stolen by this girl and the hunter given back to him.
He could feel every single one of those extra years he was meant to have from now slipping through his fingers as he held them up. Theo forced himself to keep them there, spread like his power would explode from them to drive her out through the wall, when the urge to curl up into a ball was wrong enough to leave his knees feeling weak. He smiled wryly, tilting his head before he nodded it. ”I got lucky. I didn’t deserve what happened to me … it wasn’t my punishment to take. You don’t know…” She didn’t have a clue what else was out there. Like Hazel maybe there was an innocence to her, but he wasn’t about to start feeling sorry for her now. If there was something out there in the world to chew her up the way it had tried to do to him, he hoped to God she’d find it.
The grin should’ve been wiped off of her face as she realised exactly what he’d meant. She had been meant to die, the hunter tailing her to whatever rock something like her would crawl under. Karma was probably still waiting to bitch slap her across that invisible barrier to be scooped up by whatever had tried to take him that day. ”Leave my son alone,” Theo breathed, backing up a step as she rose and stalked towards him. ”Leave my family alone.” It was a weak come back. He wasn’t gonna make her sweat the way she did him. What threat could he really lay on her? Keep being a bad girl and some guy you have no idea about will come and cut you to pieces? It was nothing more than a bedtime story to a monster.
Standing his ground, Theo was sure he was going to barf right there on Hazel’s new rug. That cold greasy feeling was sinking lower, coiling tight in his stomach, threatening to spill out. He ground his teeth tight, his body twitching as he braced himself for her touch. ”You’re sure you’d be faster than the man who stabbed me in the heart? He seemed pretty sure about how to deal with a thing like you.” The threat was empty, she had him by his balls and she knew it. ”How about we make a deal, you leave my family the fuck alone, you take yourself miles away from here and I’ll stay quiet. Your luck’s gotta run out eventually anyway. Things like you only breed hatred and fear and there are people in this town who love stamping that sort of thing out.” The sweat was running freely now, a trickle of it making its way down the hollow of his spine to hit the waistband of his pants, the sensation of it leaving him shivering. This thing knew that he would never let anything happen to his family. He’d stand in front of them like he was now, screaming until he was hoarse, but it hadn’t even knocked her off of her feet the last time.
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HARMONY
Siren
Posts: 114
Played by:
Julia
"You should see me in a crown."
Last seen Oct 7, 2024 20:19:24 GMT
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Post by HARMONY on Apr 9, 2023 19:44:17 GMT
━ watch me make them bow ━
Stranger things had happened (especially in this town), but Harmony wasn’t about to start cowering away just ‘cause some guy said she should be scared. She wasn’t, despite the tremble in her belly now, hidden by her scowl.
He tried to stand up for himself, for his family and the baby she wouldn’t really hurt, but it was weak. Despite his words, he backed up as Harmony came forward, afraid like their sizes had been swapped.
“Whether I do or not is up to you.” Harmony responded smoothly, slyly, and started in with her own threats. His new baby and Hazel’s safety in exchange for his silence. Bringing her into the pack wasn’t putting her in danger, after all━Harmony had no intention of this being a bad deal for anyone. It would help Viktor and give Hazel some guidance; a group to belong to. There was nothing bad about that.
Her real goal, right now, was to get out of here. He was standing in front of the only way out, and her only saving grace was the fact that he backed away whenever she came close. Harmony moved in a few more steps.
Another hunter? Maybe, but she still wasn’t buying the dying-and-coming-back-to-life thing. If that was real, she’d be halfway back to Hungary by now, trying to dig up all of Viktor’s relatives to bring them back for him.
Her mouth twisted into another smirk as he finished his rant. She knew everything he was saying was true. She brought nothing good wherever she went; every place was blackened by her touch. And there were hunters constantly looming in the distance, just waiting until the moment they could try to rip her from the man she loved━again.
“No. No deals. You’re not in a position to make them.” Harmony practically hissed, coming even closer, leaving only a small space between them now. “You keep your fucking mouth shut and I won’t rip your children limb from limb, got it?” With gritted teeth, she reached out and stabbed the centre of his chest with her finger, glaring up at him. “You think about whether you wanna pick another fight with me or not; if it’s worth it. If no one comes after me, I’ll assume your babies are safe.” Harmony grinned triumphantly, shifting around him as she spoke. She gave him one last look before she strutted downstairs and out the door, and only when she was outside did she deflate.
Harmony wrapped her arms around herself and fought tears the whole walk home, finding the only embrace that would soothe her.
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