Dual Duel
ive decided to start using this journal as a fic journal as well as a graphic journal. so, first up: my latest submission for 15minuteficlets. basically, the premise is that you are given one word, and you have fifteen minutes exactly to finish a short ficlet based on that word - any fandom, any pairing, any rating. this is not my first time doing this, but it is my first time posting. so, here goes: (note: the word is under the lj-cut, so if you want to participate in this challenge and havent looked at the word yet, youre going to get spoiled.)
Title: Duel
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Veronica/Weevil
Rating: G
Prompt: Youth
Eli and Weevil are not the same person.
Weevil is a badass - he rides a motorcycle, wears leather, has tattoos. He solves problems by beating people up, drinks far too much, and essentially wastes his life away maintaining his image. He barely remembers who Eli is sometimes.
Eli was a scrawny, gangly kid with a mop of dark curls and big soulful eyes who loved his parents and liked to stay up late at night and read. He chased seagulls on the beach, cuddled close to his mother's side in church as she sang along with the hymns, her voice rising clear and sweet above the deep organ music.
The drive-by happened when he was twelve. His dad was killed instantly, a bullet to the brain. Without a driver, the car sped into oncoming traffic, and his mom was crushed under a semi. After that, no one talked about them anymore. Eli was send to live with Grandma Letti and a brood of cousins and aunts and uncles and nieces and nephews. Felix and Chardo took him under their wing, made him shave his head because he couldn't be intimidating with a head full of cherub curls.
He doesn't even remember who made up the name Weevil, or what it means - one day he simply ceased being Eli anymore. And he was okay with that - he liked Weevil. He learned to smoke, to drink, to shoplift, because that was all he knew. And Eli slowly slipped away from him, bit by bit.
Weevil is the one that's so drawn to Veronica, but only because she brings out Eli - she reminds him both of the boy he was and the man he could be. He sits by her at lunch, playfully shoves at her in the hallway, makes catcalls and lewd hand gestures when they pass each other on the street, and he lets himself believe that Eli may re-emerge someday. She has far too much strength for such a tiny girl, and he's more than happy to borrow some for his own, because when he's with her he feels like he can leave the petty theft and vandalism behind, graduate on time, go to college, do something productive with his life. She makes him feel like he doesn't have to be ashamed for wanting such things.
Weevil doesn't know why they balance each other out so well - why her little hand fits so well in his, why her arms are the perfect length to sling around his waist as they cruise around on his cycle. But he's always been of the belief that if you find something like this, so right, so perfect, you reach out to it and grab ahold for dear life. So that's what he does with Veronica. He doesn't make any promises, any demands - he just lets her know that he's there for the long haul.
Deep down, Weevil knows that he doesn't actually NEED Veronica in order to shed his nickname and all the trappings that go along with it. If he wanted to, he could to it all by himself, alone - like he's always done things in the past. But, see, that's the thing - he doesn't want to be alone anymore.
Title: Duel
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Veronica/Weevil
Rating: G
Prompt: Youth
Eli and Weevil are not the same person.
Weevil is a badass - he rides a motorcycle, wears leather, has tattoos. He solves problems by beating people up, drinks far too much, and essentially wastes his life away maintaining his image. He barely remembers who Eli is sometimes.
Eli was a scrawny, gangly kid with a mop of dark curls and big soulful eyes who loved his parents and liked to stay up late at night and read. He chased seagulls on the beach, cuddled close to his mother's side in church as she sang along with the hymns, her voice rising clear and sweet above the deep organ music.
The drive-by happened when he was twelve. His dad was killed instantly, a bullet to the brain. Without a driver, the car sped into oncoming traffic, and his mom was crushed under a semi. After that, no one talked about them anymore. Eli was send to live with Grandma Letti and a brood of cousins and aunts and uncles and nieces and nephews. Felix and Chardo took him under their wing, made him shave his head because he couldn't be intimidating with a head full of cherub curls.
He doesn't even remember who made up the name Weevil, or what it means - one day he simply ceased being Eli anymore. And he was okay with that - he liked Weevil. He learned to smoke, to drink, to shoplift, because that was all he knew. And Eli slowly slipped away from him, bit by bit.
Weevil is the one that's so drawn to Veronica, but only because she brings out Eli - she reminds him both of the boy he was and the man he could be. He sits by her at lunch, playfully shoves at her in the hallway, makes catcalls and lewd hand gestures when they pass each other on the street, and he lets himself believe that Eli may re-emerge someday. She has far too much strength for such a tiny girl, and he's more than happy to borrow some for his own, because when he's with her he feels like he can leave the petty theft and vandalism behind, graduate on time, go to college, do something productive with his life. She makes him feel like he doesn't have to be ashamed for wanting such things.
Weevil doesn't know why they balance each other out so well - why her little hand fits so well in his, why her arms are the perfect length to sling around his waist as they cruise around on his cycle. But he's always been of the belief that if you find something like this, so right, so perfect, you reach out to it and grab ahold for dear life. So that's what he does with Veronica. He doesn't make any promises, any demands - he just lets her know that he's there for the long haul.
Deep down, Weevil knows that he doesn't actually NEED Veronica in order to shed his nickname and all the trappings that go along with it. If he wanted to, he could to it all by himself, alone - like he's always done things in the past. But, see, that's the thing - he doesn't want to be alone anymore.