[ Cam really doesn't have to tell him twice. Jeff's moving to join him just as soon as he's sure that Athena's going along with him-- not a chance he's going to turn his back to her while that shade's still whispering sweet nothings to her. Jeff will haul her over to Cam if he has to. ]
Remember, these things aren't real.
[ He says it to Athena, but it's meant for all of them. He needs the reminder, too.
His own shade's gone for a few moments, until he's moving closer to Cam and sees his past self lingering near the other man. Then there's the matter of Cam's visitor, though Jeff can't quite make out what the apparition's saying.
Whatever it is, it gets a reaction... Jeff opens his mouth, to say what, he doesn't know. He hasn't thought that far ahead.
A light. That's an easy spell. He can do it without a thought. He should be able to. But the presence of the others-- an audience-- is like an obstacle sitting heavy in his throat.
Past Jeff knows what's going on. He laughs, an easygoing snicker. ] Aww... Stage fright. You really are a has-been. Or a never-was.
[ He wishes he could just say shut it and power through, sing a quick spell to cast a light. And maybe in other circumstances, it could have gone down like that.
But he can't. Not with how fucked his head feels. This is all too familiar, a reminder of traumas he thought he'd put behind him. There's that question in the back of his mind: if he casts, will it call up another 'old friend'?
He tries to say something, to explain to Cam why he can't cast a light right now, but his specter speaks up instead, with: ]
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Remember, these things aren't real.
[ He says it to Athena, but it's meant for all of them. He needs the reminder, too.
His own shade's gone for a few moments, until he's moving closer to Cam and sees his past self lingering near the other man. Then there's the matter of Cam's visitor, though Jeff can't quite make out what the apparition's saying.
Whatever it is, it gets a reaction... Jeff opens his mouth, to say what, he doesn't know. He hasn't thought that far ahead.
A light. That's an easy spell. He can do it without a thought. He should be able to. But the presence of the others-- an audience-- is like an obstacle sitting heavy in his throat.
Past Jeff knows what's going on. He laughs, an easygoing snicker. ] Aww... Stage fright. You really are a has-been. Or a never-was.
[ He wishes he could just say shut it and power through, sing a quick spell to cast a light. And maybe in other circumstances, it could have gone down like that.
But he can't. Not with how fucked his head feels. This is all too familiar, a reminder of traumas he thought he'd put behind him. There's that question in the back of his mind: if he casts, will it call up another 'old friend'?
He tries to say something, to explain to Cam why he can't cast a light right now, but his specter speaks up instead, with: ]
Heeey, Blue Eyes. You look familiar.