Title: Where Disappointment and Regret Collide
Author: Lindsay
Pairing/Character: Logan. L/V, L/H, L/K, and V/D mentioned.
Word Count: 1,183
Rating: R, for Logan's lovely language.
Summary: Logan's going to get sh**faced. With each kiss from the Absolut bottle's biting mouth he thinks of a new reason.
Spoilers: This takes place sometime shortly after
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“Logan?”
Lips crack open I need you but no sound escapes.
“Logan. It's three fifteen. In the morning. I was sleeping. You better start saying something soon.”
Inhale. I love you. Exhale.
That, right there, killed me. It killed me dead. The perspective of those two were spot on and this whole story was fabulous. I'm curious to see any other things you write. Because you're awesome. Just thought you'd like to know. :)
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I posted a short little something a few days ago, if you'd like to read it: http://community.livejournal.com/veronicamarsfic/1148952.html#cutid1.
Again: Thank you very much.
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That's along the lines of what I was thinking. And also, Logan was so mean to her after Lilly died, I think she'll always be a little pissed at him for that.
Thanks.
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You forget because he's just so darn cute.
Thanks.
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She’s all the right colors in all the wrong shades
“Logan?” Kendall. Hurray.
“Who?”
“You, idiot.”
“Still? Damn.”
There are moments when Logan absolutely hates Veronica Mars. This is not one of those moments. Very far from it, in fact.
Blueblondepink wants him alive.
She remembers him.
Really amazing stuff. I adored it. I was welling up at the end. Poor boy is so lost, but Veronica still cares. I'm a little incoherent from the goodness, but you get the idea!
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Especially this:
He wanted to kiss her then. Logan always wants to kiss Veronica Mars. What he wouldn’t give for a drink of her flower petal skin and kisses like water right now, or just anytime again, because he’s starting to mix his metaphors, starting to forget. He didn’t know the last time was the last time, after being the target of a drive by shooting and before burning a pool, before flinging a fucking lamp at her living room wall. Like father like son? He didn’t memorize it properly.
Excellent work. Looking forward to more from you.
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-sigh- that was the part that got me. Lindsay you are a fic genius! That, right there^ is why you need to be my personal fic writer. Lol. Amazing as always. Ttys.
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