Veronica Mars fic: and she laughs, like it means something, but then you remember that she’s a ghost
Title: and she laughs, like it means something, but then you remember that she’s a ghost
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters/Pairings: Veronica, Lamb, Veronica/Lamb
Word Count: 723
Rating: R
Spoilers: None. ♥
Summary: In that instant, the sky explodes and all he can think about is the agelessness of Veronica Mars.
Author's Notes: For zauberer_sirin ♥.
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
Stars, Your Ex-Lover is Dead
*
In that instant, the sky explodes and all he can think about is the agelessness of Veronica Mars.
And how this will kill her.
*
Beaver Cassidy! jumps when it ends, when her eyes burn with bursts of light and oh god, daddy rings in her ears.
She clutches Logan because she needs to, her fingers fumbling as she tries to grasp the fabric of his shirt and tells herself to stop picturing a former Sheriff’s funeral. He’s whispering, Logan, but she doesn’t hear him. Maybe there are sirens, maybe someone screams, but it’s over here. It’s over.
The summer becomes silent. And the ledge looks too promising.
*
He replays the moment in his mind, after, telling the news to the Echolls kid and Wallace (the snitch, he remembers). He gets the feeling that she already knows, isn’t surprised, but came anyway.
She never did slip out from the bathroom and Wallace stood quietly (they hear scissors snip!) to just check if she was okay.
If she was okay. It’s almost funny.
*
She never really leaves Neptune, but it never really keeps her.
They’re funny, ghosts, alive in ways that no one can understands. One day, it’ll be Lilly that laughs and goes (sadly) god, veronica, get over it. And she might laugh to agree (Lilly hated when they didn’t), standing in the living room and peering into the kitchen. The next day, it might be daddy, standing in the hall and smiling softly with his it’s going to be okay, kiddo.
With a suitcase at her feet, there’s a memory of where Mom used to keep the vodka bottles. But Mom’s still alive.
She sighs. Her lips are too chapped to say goodbye anyway.
*
He’s in New York, to bury a cousin, blinks twice at a bakery when he holds the door open for his aunt. He sees a silhouette, a wisp of blonde hair lost in to the gray of the city.
He shakes his head. He keeps seeing things.
(He only looked twice, breathed, and then away. There was a camera strap clutched between her fingers.)
It’s only a couple days.
*
She wishes she could lie and say she took a year off to travel the world, to find herself, and be ready to come back.
But she didn’t.
She drives back from LA. Just because.
*
She’s in his office. But no one’s seen her.
He’s not surprised and feels the need to submit to old habits- it’s just that trouble and Veronica Mars ache when they echo.
He moves to shut the door.
“What can I do for you?” He asks, praying for a crack, for something. She makes him remember that he’s not good at this, the consoling part (years later), and swears that-
He doesn’t know.
He does miss the rush of the glitz and glamour of scandal and lies. It was easier, then, because people left most grief to privacy. He doesn’t get this.
She’s too quiet.
She stands, however, her fingers curling around his wrist and her knees brushing against his. She’s too close and he’s too aware of his well, Mars disappearing back down his throat. She watches him, studies him, and he’s barely able to come to terms with what it really feels to be like under her gaze.
She kisses him first. Keith still would’ve killed him.
*
There’s a bit of blame settling in the room, clouding around them as his mouth locks on hers.
Room 65 at the Camelot is now occupied, whispers of the television mix with the moans from next door. He almost pauses, but then she growls and causes them to stumble.
The back of her legs hit the bed and she falls, falls, and keeps falling. She doesn’t know what she’s chasing and why she’s gone to him, but she’ll leave it at that.
She hates him, hates this place, and swears she hears Lilly laughing again. But she fucks him and he fucks her and it seems like that’s all they do in Neptune- fuck each until there’s nothing left.
She still hates him when she comes, her nail raking against his back. He gasps, moans, and is a little two warm when he press against her.
That’s my girl, Lilly sings with approval. And it doesn’t matter anyway.
end.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters/Pairings: Veronica, Lamb, Veronica/Lamb
Word Count: 723
Rating: R
Spoilers: None. ♥
Summary: In that instant, the sky explodes and all he can think about is the agelessness of Veronica Mars.
Author's Notes: For zauberer_sirin ♥.
This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
Stars, Your Ex-Lover is Dead
*
In that instant, the sky explodes and all he can think about is the agelessness of Veronica Mars.
And how this will kill her.
*
Beaver Cassidy! jumps when it ends, when her eyes burn with bursts of light and oh god, daddy rings in her ears.
She clutches Logan because she needs to, her fingers fumbling as she tries to grasp the fabric of his shirt and tells herself to stop picturing a former Sheriff’s funeral. He’s whispering, Logan, but she doesn’t hear him. Maybe there are sirens, maybe someone screams, but it’s over here. It’s over.
The summer becomes silent. And the ledge looks too promising.
*
He replays the moment in his mind, after, telling the news to the Echolls kid and Wallace (the snitch, he remembers). He gets the feeling that she already knows, isn’t surprised, but came anyway.
She never did slip out from the bathroom and Wallace stood quietly (they hear scissors snip!) to just check if she was okay.
If she was okay. It’s almost funny.
*
She never really leaves Neptune, but it never really keeps her.
They’re funny, ghosts, alive in ways that no one can understands. One day, it’ll be Lilly that laughs and goes (sadly) god, veronica, get over it. And she might laugh to agree (Lilly hated when they didn’t), standing in the living room and peering into the kitchen. The next day, it might be daddy, standing in the hall and smiling softly with his it’s going to be okay, kiddo.
With a suitcase at her feet, there’s a memory of where Mom used to keep the vodka bottles. But Mom’s still alive.
She sighs. Her lips are too chapped to say goodbye anyway.
*
He’s in New York, to bury a cousin, blinks twice at a bakery when he holds the door open for his aunt. He sees a silhouette, a wisp of blonde hair lost in to the gray of the city.
He shakes his head. He keeps seeing things.
(He only looked twice, breathed, and then away. There was a camera strap clutched between her fingers.)
It’s only a couple days.
*
She wishes she could lie and say she took a year off to travel the world, to find herself, and be ready to come back.
But she didn’t.
She drives back from LA. Just because.
*
She’s in his office. But no one’s seen her.
He’s not surprised and feels the need to submit to old habits- it’s just that trouble and Veronica Mars ache when they echo.
He moves to shut the door.
“What can I do for you?” He asks, praying for a crack, for something. She makes him remember that he’s not good at this, the consoling part (years later), and swears that-
He doesn’t know.
He does miss the rush of the glitz and glamour of scandal and lies. It was easier, then, because people left most grief to privacy. He doesn’t get this.
She’s too quiet.
She stands, however, her fingers curling around his wrist and her knees brushing against his. She’s too close and he’s too aware of his well, Mars disappearing back down his throat. She watches him, studies him, and he’s barely able to come to terms with what it really feels to be like under her gaze.
She kisses him first. Keith still would’ve killed him.
*
There’s a bit of blame settling in the room, clouding around them as his mouth locks on hers.
Room 65 at the Camelot is now occupied, whispers of the television mix with the moans from next door. He almost pauses, but then she growls and causes them to stumble.
The back of her legs hit the bed and she falls, falls, and keeps falling. She doesn’t know what she’s chasing and why she’s gone to him, but she’ll leave it at that.
She hates him, hates this place, and swears she hears Lilly laughing again. But she fucks him and he fucks her and it seems like that’s all they do in Neptune- fuck each until there’s nothing left.
She still hates him when she comes, her nail raking against his back. He gasps, moans, and is a little two warm when he press against her.
That’s my girl, Lilly sings with approval. And it doesn’t matter anyway.
end.