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Nora Sakavic
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February 22 - February 25, 2025
“We left you alone for twelve hours,” Pat said. “Did you get hit by a car or something?” A stupid question deserved a stupid answer, so Jean said, “Yes.”
“He’s dead.”
we love our boy neil to death :)
“Pop. How easily these monsters die in the end.”
“After everything he said about the Ravens last year, I wasn’t expecting the two of you to be friends. If he’s still in town you should invite him over for dinner.” Jean didn’t even hesitate. “That ill-bred child is not my friend.”
this made me smile
It’s your native language, and none of us here can share it with you. That’s reason enough for me to learn.”
I was only alive because he made me promise to survive. If he died, who could hold me to that? I would have slashed the tires on his car before I let him escape us, and he knows it.”
They will fight to the death for you, and Court will be waiting in the wings.”
“There you are,” Jean said.
BRO. ugh he noticed.
Jean would only drive himself mad if he tried to understand the toxic mystery that was the human heart.
There was no time to eat it now, since they were only moments from heading to Lyon, but the locker room was cool enough to keep it safe in his absence. He set it down on his shelf and pushed his court shoes in front of it, hiding it from prying eyes and greedy hands.
thats... mixed feelings. poor baby jean
“Neil Josten. Is he getting you into trouble?” That malfunctioning cretin existed to cause trouble for everyone in a thousand-mile radius, but Jean only said, “No, Coach.”
i’m loving the way jean shares his love for neil
“malfunctioning cretin” cute
Life’s too short to be miserable all the time.
but Jean had spent five—seven—years mastering Raven drills.
7.5 months, actually. because of the 16h day.
Who could they trust to be fair?” Laila sighed. “They really can’t catch a break, can they?” “Maybe this will be their year,” Jeremy said. Jean waved that aside. “Last year was their year.” “Sure,” Laila said dryly. “Ignoring the fatal overdose, the kidnapping, the murder charges, the rampant campus vandalization, and—Andrew,”
grief isn’t supposed to get easier: you just become someone strong enough to weather it. You let the good things and the good days shore you up so the bad days can’t tear you down.”
“I like him, Jeremy. Let’s keep him forever.”
“That’s the plan,”
:')
The first time a family almost pushed Jeremy away from Jean, Jean caught hold of his wrist in a death grip. Jeremy took one look at his tense face and hauled Jean closer.
but he couldn’t look away again. He watched colored lights dance off sun-reddened cheeks until Jean finally caught him at it. Gold peonies reflected in Jean’s eyes as he turned a curious look on Jeremy.
“Fireworks,” Jean echoed. He tipped his head back to study the sky once more, and maybe Jeremy imagined his, “This is good, too.”
when someone was heartless enough to put a camera in Andrew’s face. Andrew threw it halfway across the street, and the look on his face said he had every intention of sending the journalist after it.
our favourite rabid dog <33
“You’ll be the death of us, Jean Moreau.” “I won’t let me be,”
He never again wanted Jean to be in a position where he couldn’t escape.
The crowd finally shifted enough to reveal the Foxes’ impossibly short goalkeeper.
UHUUUUUUU ANDREW BY BABY BY LOVE THE BEST 5ft YOU COULD EVER FIND I LOVE YOU AAAAAAAAAAA
Kevin nodded. “He will be Court.”
Duh
Kevin was not at all reassured, judging by the way he buried his face in one hand.
AHAHHAHAAA
“He will be Court,” Jean said. “So will you,” Kevin said.
:))))
He glanced across the living room at Kevin, who was trying to hug himself out of existence near the bay window, and felt his stomach give a violent lurch.
XHXHDNGJGCDJDKDTJCK
"hug himself out of existence" wild
but it puts the burden of his death on us: the Foxes for their spectacular victory or Andrew for doing what was necessary to save Neil’s life. And I will not argue on that last point,”
YOU TELL HER
“Neil’s life was very much in danger.”
FUCK YES IT WAS
Letting a camera see this heartless side of him was unprecedented;
“Our damage control needs damage control. I will never do an interview again.” “Don’t lie. You like the sound of your voice too much to give this up.”
aha nothing new then
Where Neil goes, the FBI follows.
Jeremy’s smile was slow and radiant, and Jean had to look away. He needed to leave before he got himself in trouble,
Jean caught hold of Jeremy’s chin and forced his attention away from the doorway.
and then he threw Bryson off the porch with everything he had.
“I am Jean Moreau,”
TAKE IT MOTHERFUCKER
HE'S JEAN FUCKING MOREAU
“One swing with a racquet would shut this half-baked baguette up for good,”
Jeremy caught his little finger and tugged in a silent demand to stop hurting himself. When Jean obediently loosened his grip,
He’d gotten Neil through three weeks at the Nest; dragging Jeremy through one banquet would be easy. Having to behave would be the only difficult part.
The sound of his language on Jeremy’s lips was enough to give Jean pause. He counted his heartbeats as he studied Jeremy’s face, committing the textbook-perfect sounds to memory,
“I’m not learning French for anyone but you.” Getting kicked in the chest would be a little less painful.
He wanted to trace the memory of Jeremy’s weight down his side.
Jeremy would be lucky to know his own name when Jean was standing between his legs like this.
You are my captain and my partner; that is all I need to know. I will stand with you against them.” “You and me against the world,”
“I will do it with no witnesses.”
He didn’t realize he’d looked away until Jean caught hold of his chin and turned his head back.
he does that a lot
“Give me a name,” Jean said. “I will kill him.”
“But Bryson said the pills would make everything at home easier to handle, and I was desperate enough to believe him. They did and didn’t.
“I just wanted something that would keep me together until summer practices started at USC. And it did, mostly.”
oh jere :( im so sorry
