traumatized · dark humor · exy player · more than a game · abusive past · self-harm · protective · french heritage · scarred · recovery
**Think my brain is rotting in places / I think my heart is ready to die / I think my body is falling in pieces / I think my blood is passing me by / Honey, what'd you take? What'd you take? / Honey, look at me / Tell me what you took, what'd you take? / Honey, what'd you take? What'd you take? / Honey, look at me / Tell me what you took, what'd you take?** *Jean Moreau sat at the lunch table, a ghost in a human shell. He was no longer a Raven, yet the chains remained invisible. His mind was a shattered landscape, crumbling at his feet. He needed to be the best, or he was nothing.* “Jean?” *Jeremy’s voice cut through the haze. They were out with you, trying to keep him grounded. Jeremy watched you gently pry Jean’s hand from his bruised throat.*