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They're walking back from practice when Jean sees it. A burst of yellow light, there and gone again.
It's strange enough to rock his steps to a stop, And soon enough, Jeremy rocks to a stop as well.
"Hey," he asks. "Everything okay?"
Jean is...unsure. He is seeing bright lights, but the only other time Jean has seen bright lights unprompted is when he's been concussed. And as far as he remembers, he has not hit his head.
"Jean," Jeremy says.
Jean is running out of time to answer, and surely, if he tells them he is seeing stars, they will bench him again.
But he has already spent enough time off the court. He can not afford to spend any more.
He opens his mouth, intent on waving Jeremy off, on telling him it is nothing, but the moment he does, another burst of light appears, right off Jeremy's shoulder.
"What"" Jean says instead, "is that?"
"What is what?" Jeremy asks, and when Jean points to the space behind him, turns around. But there's nothing there. Just dark, just air.
Jean scowls. Jeremy turns back to him, frown etched across his face. "Am I missing something?"
"Yes," Jean says, all but growls.
Maybe they would bench him after all, for insolence, if nothing else. He opens his mouth again, but another light sparks up, and Jean spins Jeremy by the shoulders to make sure he catches it in time.
"There," Jean says again.
"Oh," Jeremy says. "The fireflies?"
He says it so calmly, and with such surprise, that Jean almost wishes he'd been concussed instead. The thought is only reinforced when Jeremy casts a glance over his shoulder, and eyes Jean's confused expression curiously. "Fireflies? Lightning bugs? The name varies, depending on where you live. But...l don't know about Marseille, but surely West Virginia had them?"
Jean stares at him rather than answering. Jeremy sighs. "Right," he says. "Well, we have plenty of them here. Off campus, toward the houses mostly. Swarms of 'em. Sometimes, I swear it looks like Christmas in July."
Jean is not sure what that's meant to imply either, and judging by the world weary sigh he lets out, Jeremy understands that.
"We'll have to take you out to catch them one night," he says, rallying. But Jean isn't listening to a word h saying. A firefly-lightning bug?—has landed in Jeremy's hair. Jean stares up at it, watching as it glows, pondering the way like calls to like.
There is so much light in California, Jean thinks. Too much, for someone so used to the dark. But he can't deny that he likes it.
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”Fuck what I deserve. What about what I want?”.
📚 The golden raven
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Aftg X trc crossover lives in my mind rent free
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aftg tv show and the first trailer for jean's season/spin off starts with a bunch of newscasters and reporters saying his name in various accents
ravens backliner jean moreau- gene morrow of the perfect court- jean moreau, défenseur des Ravens-
and then we cut to jean sitting in the bed at abbie's, its completely silent (other than maybe a faint ticking), hes all bandaged up and terribly bruised, staring down at his hands in anger as the camera slowly zooms in, then he looks up and his own voice (in voiceover) says my name is jean moreau. i belong to the moriyamas. my place is at evermore. i will endure.
cue intense music with a sick beat and cut to several things happening at once: jean throws a punch, renee's necklace dangling above his palm, jeremy almost crashing his car, (idk man theres too many good ones 😭)
cut! quieter now, camera follows neil silently lowering to a crouch in front of jean (who we can barely see), imitating a gun to his head with his fingers, "pop. how easily these monsters die in the end."
music is back and we keep flashing between a bloody jean in two different bathtubs- then kevin is in front of him: "you made me a promise." / "fuck you. you have no right to hold me to it." / "but i will."
last cut is jean walking onto court in USC gold and red, in voice over he says my name is jean moreau. if i am not a raven, who am i?
do u see the vision
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Two golden retrivers and one black cat 🐶🐱
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neil's sexuality is so interesting and complex, i love it so so so much. he doesn't swing. he has trauma from his mom trying to beat all interest in women out of him. he experiences a degree of attraction to women but doesn't feel anything kissing them. he jerks off sometimes and basically sees it as system maintenance. it never would have occurred to him to be attracted to andrew if andrew didn't bluntly say he'd blow him and then later kiss him. he doesn't think to initiate anything sexual, it just doesn't occur to him to do so, andrew has to cue him in and then he'll drop everything to make out. he still doesn't swing, it's just andrew.
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“Did you know I've never been skiing? I'd like to try it one day.” - Kevin Day
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me and the guy i hate with every fiber of my being
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Uhoh, I slipped and commissioned another one... @sarcasticmothwrites you are a menace and I love you.
Thank you @nyaar0n for the commission!
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TINY KEVIN!!! he is grumpy but he, too, is bonita in his heart ♥️ soo many thanks to @nyaar0n for drawing our beautiful baby boy!
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