Damien
oh, let's take a chance and roll the bones
try to forget all them enemies and debts
try to forget all them enemies and debts
Damien’s eyes followed Theea’s energetic bounce, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He gave a short nod, appreciating her eagerness. His gaze flicked upward as Calypso wriggled onto the roof, and something about her made a flutter of recognition stir in the back of his mind (could it be a familial resemblance to Nova I wonder?). He couldn’t place it, but it was enough to keep him watching for a heartbeat longer than necessary.
When Theea grinned at him and called him the teacher, he allowed a small chuckle. “Alright,” he replied in mock resignation, leaning over to grab her a hammer slightly shorter and lighter than the others; more appropriately sized for her nimble hands. “Lesson one: always bring the right tools for the job. You can keep that one.”
Without further ado he went and knelt beside the first post, testing its weight with a sharp grunt. “We’ll start on the corner,” he said, tapping the post with his fist. “Diagonal braces first—keeps the corners from twisting when wind hits. Then cross braces along the length, spaced a bit under the beams. You want the whole frame tight before anything else goes on.” He lifted another piece of wood to show her the angle. “If we’ve got extra short planks, we can double up where the beams meet the house—although it won’t look fancy, it’ll hold steady.”
Damien set to work, hands moving with steady precision, hammering a brace into place. “Your turn,” he said to her, nodding toward the next post. “Keep your angle steady, and don’t rush. Push too hard, and the wood splits.” A curse cut through the salty air and he glanced up to try and glimpse Calypso on the roof. He shook his head slightly, amused. “And don’t get distracted by flying broomsticks,” he muttered, smirking.
dw, Mr. Damien brought extra hammers! He even has one that's Theea sized.
When Theea grinned at him and called him the teacher, he allowed a small chuckle. “Alright,” he replied in mock resignation, leaning over to grab her a hammer slightly shorter and lighter than the others; more appropriately sized for her nimble hands. “Lesson one: always bring the right tools for the job. You can keep that one.”
Without further ado he went and knelt beside the first post, testing its weight with a sharp grunt. “We’ll start on the corner,” he said, tapping the post with his fist. “Diagonal braces first—keeps the corners from twisting when wind hits. Then cross braces along the length, spaced a bit under the beams. You want the whole frame tight before anything else goes on.” He lifted another piece of wood to show her the angle. “If we’ve got extra short planks, we can double up where the beams meet the house—although it won’t look fancy, it’ll hold steady.”
Damien set to work, hands moving with steady precision, hammering a brace into place. “Your turn,” he said to her, nodding toward the next post. “Keep your angle steady, and don’t rush. Push too hard, and the wood splits.” A curse cut through the salty air and he glanced up to try and glimpse Calypso on the roof. He shook his head slightly, amused. “And don’t get distracted by flying broomsticks,” he muttered, smirking.
dw, Mr. Damien brought extra hammers! He even has one that's Theea sized.
