#theodorthread003

[nctasja]

@theodcr​

she looks over her shoulder again before knocking, suddenly more paranoid than she’d been in years. she barely registers that theo is in front of her when the door swings open, her mind racing through thousands of scenarios, half of them ending in natasja doing something terrible. “please, tell me catherine isn’t here,” her voice is soft, more guarded than she’s ever heard it. she’s panicking, and there’s not many people in the world who she’d allow to see her like this. without the presence of her favorite cousin, theodor is the only person in mar del plata who makes the cut,  “i can’t - she won’t understand.” it was true, catherine was far too pragmatic for the irrationality of her feelings at the moment.

[nctasja]

@theodcr​

“sorry the gift is late. do you know how hard it is to track down a book of icelandic folktales in swedish?” nearly impossible, actually, but natasja had been determined. she’d come up with a run of the book from the 1980s released exclusively in stockholm, and then had tracked the threads to an antique bookshop in london. the book was surprisingly cheap, after all of that work. she’d thrown a moomin plush into the bag just for good measure, and to make up for her lateness, “i wanted to make sure you could read it to him in swedish, before he ditches the nordic accent for catherine’s scottish brogue.”