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 caught the flush that rose in Theea’s cheeks, the way her grin bent just a little wider than usual at his words. It was a small thing, gone as quick as it came, but it stuck with him all the same—like a snapshot tucked away. He wasn’t sure why it landed the way it did, only that it sat heavier than it should, lingering in the back of his mind as they climbed back up to the porch.
When Flora ’s smirk turned on him, her quip quick and easy, Damien answered with a low grunt of amusement. “Oh, I could tell you had it under control,” he drawled, eyeing the dragon perched proud on her shoulder. “Well, wasn’t sure if you did, but Spice looked confident enough.” The corner of his mouth tugged upward.
As Flora turned back to Theea, already stringing shells and glass with a certain reverence, Damien’s gaze lingered on the bundle of paintings propped against the wall. The colors, faded but still bold, tugged at something familiar. His fingers itched to straighten the frames, to see them where they were meant to hang instead of gathering dust in a corner. Still, the couch sat slumped in the house, half-collapsed and stubborn as a mule.
He shifted his weight, considering. Alone, the paintings would be quicker, cleaner work. But the couch was a two-person job, and Theea’s bright eagerness still hovered at the edge of his thoughts. He found himself tipping his chin toward her instead. “Couch first,” he said, voice even but decisive.
Already he was setting his shoulder to one end, testing the weight. “Come on, teacher’s assistant,” he added dryly, enough of a flicker in his tone to turn the tease back on her.
Damien is once again volunteeringTheea to help him with his 2-person task
When Flora ’s smirk turned on him, her quip quick and easy, Damien answered with a low grunt of amusement. “Oh, I could tell you had it under control,” he drawled, eyeing the dragon perched proud on her shoulder. “Well, wasn’t sure if you did, but Spice looked confident enough.” The corner of his mouth tugged upward.
As Flora turned back to Theea, already stringing shells and glass with a certain reverence, Damien’s gaze lingered on the bundle of paintings propped against the wall. The colors, faded but still bold, tugged at something familiar. His fingers itched to straighten the frames, to see them where they were meant to hang instead of gathering dust in a corner. Still, the couch sat slumped in the house, half-collapsed and stubborn as a mule.
He shifted his weight, considering. Alone, the paintings would be quicker, cleaner work. But the couch was a two-person job, and Theea’s bright eagerness still hovered at the edge of his thoughts. He found himself tipping his chin toward her instead. “Couch first,” he said, voice even but decisive.
Already he was setting his shoulder to one end, testing the weight. “Come on, teacher’s assistant,” he added dryly, enough of a flicker in his tone to turn the tease back on her.
Damien is once again volunteering
