[September Topic] 'cause nothing and nowhere is golden
Trust
It's like a game of trust, which is exactly why he gets Sam to do his tattoo. It took hours with him flat on his stomach and the needle moving across the skin - skin and not his own - forming some design other than the scars that paralleled and crossed the natural lines down his back. He couldn't name each and every scar, but it wasn't reliving the experience as it could have been.
The game of trust is with another who doesn't trust much, who sometimes looks at him like he's just another man and possibly one set out to hurt him. He doesn't know the difference anymore - if he is or not or even if she will first.
He doesn't write poetry about her or link songs with how exactly he feels about her. He doesn't always know exactly how he feels about her. He just knows that he's forsaken and he's sick of the dance - the lead up to what it all might be in the end.
Logan humors her. Occasionally he actually wants to be impressive and he can do it, but being with Sam isn't completely easy. Maybe it shouldn't be. After all, he'd get bored with a girl who didn't challenge him.
Little things make up for that apathy - the lack of the people he needs and the hole that even Sam can't fill. Her charcoal covered finger tips tracing the lines she branded with a needle and ink so deep into his skin that he knows it's never going to him out. There's never a way to start clean, to rid himself of the scars, tattoos, kisses and scents that he'll know himself have always been there. Nothing will ever take it out of him.
She's a damaged little girl and like hell she actually wanted to even be near him in the beginning. Like hell she's going to stay. It's the real game of trust and he's never been skilled at it, because they all do leave. They leave and cheat and die. It's enough to make him give up it all.
He thinks the only thing that makes him stay is the thought that there is nothing else left.
Oh, and the sex is good.
Muse: Logan Echolls
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Word Count: 442
It's like a game of trust, which is exactly why he gets Sam to do his tattoo. It took hours with him flat on his stomach and the needle moving across the skin - skin and not his own - forming some design other than the scars that paralleled and crossed the natural lines down his back. He couldn't name each and every scar, but it wasn't reliving the experience as it could have been.
The game of trust is with another who doesn't trust much, who sometimes looks at him like he's just another man and possibly one set out to hurt him. He doesn't know the difference anymore - if he is or not or even if she will first.
He doesn't write poetry about her or link songs with how exactly he feels about her. He doesn't always know exactly how he feels about her. He just knows that he's forsaken and he's sick of the dance - the lead up to what it all might be in the end.
Logan humors her. Occasionally he actually wants to be impressive and he can do it, but being with Sam isn't completely easy. Maybe it shouldn't be. After all, he'd get bored with a girl who didn't challenge him.
Little things make up for that apathy - the lack of the people he needs and the hole that even Sam can't fill. Her charcoal covered finger tips tracing the lines she branded with a needle and ink so deep into his skin that he knows it's never going to him out. There's never a way to start clean, to rid himself of the scars, tattoos, kisses and scents that he'll know himself have always been there. Nothing will ever take it out of him.
She's a damaged little girl and like hell she actually wanted to even be near him in the beginning. Like hell she's going to stay. It's the real game of trust and he's never been skilled at it, because they all do leave. They leave and cheat and die. It's enough to make him give up it all.
He thinks the only thing that makes him stay is the thought that there is nothing else left.
Oh, and the sex is good.
Muse: Logan Echolls
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Word Count: 442