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dangermousieTitle: The Seven Loves and Otherwise of Logan Echolls
Fandom Veronica Mars
Tech stuff: PG-13, 1315 words, spoilers through 2.22
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue me. Please.
Summary: A look at women in Logan's life: Lynn, Lilly, Caitlin, Kendall, Hannah. You get the idea. Ultimately L/V.
Author's Note: This is a bit of an experimental format, so do let me know if it works (or if it doesn't), so I can correct stuff before I post it on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
veronicamarsfic.
Lynn Echolls
Because mothers always come first.The reverse isn’t always true, of course.
She was famous and then she was very famous and then she wasn’t. He remembers her smiling and happy and premieres and his mother transformed for the lights. She never transformed for him. Or maybe she did and he is the one who transformed her into shadows, human shaped, glass in hand, still impeccably manicured. Though if he snaps out of maudlin self-pity and is honest with himself, it wasn’t him, it was Aaron. But of course, if he is really honest, any imprint is better than none, so maybe he should keep on blaming himself and thinking it was him. That he affected her somehow.
His enduring image of his mother is standing at the edge of the pool, ready to dive in. Graceful body, perfect face, detached and untouchable. So it’s probably fitting she dove into the ocean, at the end. But he dreams, night after night, of her wrapped in plastic. It would probably be something to tell a shrink if he had one, but when he wakes up, he doesn’t remember any of this, which is just as well.
Lilly Kane
Lilly’s hair is in her mouth, pale strands even paler against the sun. The wind is whipping her hair as she runs, and he runs to keep up with her.
Lilly is all energy and shining eyes and choked giggles. In fact, she is breathless from laughing, some joke only Lilly finds hilarious and that she won’t share, or even some joke that doesn’t exist. He won’t find out even if he asks. He knows that.
Lilly has secrets. He likes it.
He is 15 and stupid and absurdly in love with her.
As he catches up to her, she pirouettes suddenly and looks up at him. Before he has a chance to ask why are they here, on a windy day with nosane other person in sight, the answer is out of her mouth: “Hey, lover!”
The way her mouth shapes around the ‘o’, lipstick vibrant against her skin, makes him experience the comfortably uncomfortable tightening in his groin.
“Hey, lover. Ever make love on the beach?”
She grins again and removes her top.
The sand is getting in his shoes, and a few fine grains get into his mouth. He has never felt so ridiculously alive.
Caitlin Ford
Caitlin loves pink. Her mouth drips with pink lip-gloss, her bras are pink, and the new scooter her parents get her because she pouted for two days is…what else? Pink. Her features are smooth and porcelain, no sharp edges anywhere in sight.
Caitlin is safe.
She comes into his house regularly and they lounge around the pool and she sips fruity drinks and he drinks something stronger. Sometimes, all the time, they go up to his room. She waxes every Thursday so he’s never had a chance to find out if she is blonde all over.
When he would remember her later (not very often, but sometimes), that is what he’d remember: a collection of traits, characteristics, things done and not done. As if there was no person there, no reality outside of physical mannerisms. No puppeteer behind the puppet, no creator behind the mask. He is usually pretty drunk by the time he gets to that particular metaphor.
She cheats on him with a biker. It’s the thrill of it, bringing a tough guy to her heel, walk on the wild side.Or maybe he, Logan, is just not enough. If she is asked, she’d respond that adulation is only her due. He doesn’t think she knows the word, though.
If he knew about it (and he does know, of course, later), that makes a second girlfriend in a row that prefers the scum of the town to him.He is never enough. A part of him is still probably shocked, somehow, that Veronica didn’t cheat on him with Weevil. Took Duncan instead. Never enough.
And that is Caitlin. Fading into obscurity of memories, not even Queen of her own chapter, fading into background for Veronica.
Veronica.
Veronica Mars
Veronica Mars is all edges: sharp elbows, hard eyes, even hair strands that look pointed.
He is broken and she is brittle and is it any wonder that when they come together they exacerbate the breaks, all the places where crazy glue shows and where the edges have broken off.
What an insane, insanely good, insane thing to discover that she is soft underneath the shell. That her breaks and his breaks fit together in a crazy quilt pattern and the noise she makes as he kisses her neck is something he had needed to hear without knowing it. They are desperate hands and nervous glances and pure giddy joy, and for a bizarre interval he hopes they can actually work, that everything will be all right.
Of course, no good can come of it. Not for him. Not with Veronica. Broken. No good.
He should know, he helped break her. Now she shatters him in return.
He hates her.
He hates her.
He hateshateshateshatesVeronicapleasecomeback.
Kendall Casablancas
Brown hair, tanned skin, expertise (you can do that sort of thing, really? Wow. Who knew that obscure porn movie was for real), figure to die for, no lack of lingerie.
Nothing much to say about Kendall. She is hot and good in bed and tough as nails and the one woman he can’t hurt or disappoint. The fact that she seems to have read up on Kama Sutra doesn’t hurt.
Ken-dall. There is ‘doll’ in her name and it’s appropriate to her detached, hard-worked-for perfection, but not to the rest of her, unless the toy in question is Bride of Chucky.
Kendall. The doll that doesn’t break.
Hannah Griffith
She is innocent kisses and teasing and laughter and everything easy and good and right. He tangles his hands in her hair, he kisses the line of her jaw. Her face is open and her heart is open and she is uncomplicated and he is tired of complications, and he just wants to rest. Stop.
Stop.
He doesn’t.
He is tired of chasing after what he can’t have, cutting his hands on edges, wanting what he can’t have, screwing up over and over.
She looks at him as if he is savior and saved. He has always had a weakness for blondes, but this time the weakness is not for her hair, but for the look in her eyes, shining and trusting and as if he matters and doesn’t fuck up and can be healed and will be all right.
It’s the best lie in the world and he lives to believe it.
Veronica Mars, TryTwo One Hundred and Fifty Don’t Fuck It Up.
Veronica is in his arms and her head fits under his chin. When he kisses her, she grins into his mouth and when she shifts and puts her lips against his neck, he can feel the outline of her smile blossom on his skin.
They are done and drowsy and very very tired, and if he lives to be a hundred, he will always remember the look in her eyes. Her eyes opened wide right then and he’d be reliving that and the flush of her skin, and the noises she made against him, except that would get in the way of right now.
She makes the sleepiest sound he’s ever heard and he grins again.
She is naked and he is naked and the sheets are crumpled and it’s the best damn room he’s ever seen. Hell, he’d buy the place to commemorate it, except it’s already his.
He fights gravity for his eyelids but he loses, and as his eyes close, he can feel Veronica’s breath on his skin.
In-out-in-out-in-out.
He falls asleep, smiling.
The End.
Fandom Veronica Mars
Tech stuff: PG-13, 1315 words, spoilers through 2.22
Disclaimer: Don't own, so don't sue me. Please.
Summary: A look at women in Logan's life: Lynn, Lilly, Caitlin, Kendall, Hannah. You get the idea. Ultimately L/V.
Author's Note: This is a bit of an experimental format, so do let me know if it works (or if it doesn't), so I can correct stuff before I post it on
veronicamarsfic. Lynn Echolls
Because mothers always come first.
She was famous and then she was very famous and then she wasn’t. He remembers her smiling and happy and premieres and his mother transformed for the lights. She never transformed for him. Or maybe she did and he is the one who transformed her into shadows, human shaped, glass in hand, still impeccably manicured. Though if he snaps out of maudlin self-pity and is honest with himself, it wasn’t him, it was Aaron. But of course, if he is really honest, any imprint is better than none, so maybe he should keep on blaming himself and thinking it was him. That he affected her somehow.
His enduring image of his mother is standing at the edge of the pool, ready to dive in. Graceful body, perfect face, detached and untouchable. So it’s probably fitting she dove into the ocean, at the end. But he dreams, night after night, of her wrapped in plastic. It would probably be something to tell a shrink if he had one, but when he wakes up, he doesn’t remember any of this, which is just as well.
Lilly Kane
Lilly’s hair is in her mouth, pale strands even paler against the sun. The wind is whipping her hair as she runs, and he runs to keep up with her.
Lilly is all energy and shining eyes and choked giggles. In fact, she is breathless from laughing, some joke only Lilly finds hilarious and that she won’t share, or even some joke that doesn’t exist. He won’t find out even if he asks. He knows that.
Lilly has secrets. He likes it.
He is 15 and stupid and absurdly in love with her.
As he catches up to her, she pirouettes suddenly and looks up at him. Before he has a chance to ask why are they here, on a windy day with no
The way her mouth shapes around the ‘o’, lipstick vibrant against her skin, makes him experience the comfortably uncomfortable tightening in his groin.
“Hey, lover. Ever make love on the beach?”
She grins again and removes her top.
The sand is getting in his shoes, and a few fine grains get into his mouth. He has never felt so ridiculously alive.
Caitlin Ford
Caitlin loves pink. Her mouth drips with pink lip-gloss, her bras are pink, and the new scooter her parents get her because she pouted for two days is…what else? Pink. Her features are smooth and porcelain, no sharp edges anywhere in sight.
Caitlin is safe.
She comes into his house regularly and they lounge around the pool and she sips fruity drinks and he drinks something stronger. Sometimes, all the time, they go up to his room. She waxes every Thursday so he’s never had a chance to find out if she is blonde all over.
When he would remember her later (not very often, but sometimes), that is what he’d remember: a collection of traits, characteristics, things done and not done. As if there was no person there, no reality outside of physical mannerisms. No puppeteer behind the puppet, no creator behind the mask. He is usually pretty drunk by the time he gets to that particular metaphor.
She cheats on him with a biker. It’s the thrill of it, bringing a tough guy to her heel, walk on the wild side.
If he knew about it (and he does know, of course, later), that makes a second girlfriend in a row that prefers the scum of the town to him.
And that is Caitlin. Fading into obscurity of memories, not even Queen of her own chapter, fading into background for Veronica.
Veronica.
Veronica Mars
Veronica Mars is all edges: sharp elbows, hard eyes, even hair strands that look pointed.
He is broken and she is brittle and is it any wonder that when they come together they exacerbate the breaks, all the places where crazy glue shows and where the edges have broken off.
What an insane, insanely good, insane thing to discover that she is soft underneath the shell. That her breaks and his breaks fit together in a crazy quilt pattern and the noise she makes as he kisses her neck is something he had needed to hear without knowing it. They are desperate hands and nervous glances and pure giddy joy, and for a bizarre interval he hopes they can actually work, that everything will be all right.
Of course, no good can come of it. Not for him. Not with Veronica. Broken. No good.
He should know, he helped break her. Now she shatters him in return.
He hates her.
He hates her.
He hateshateshateshatesVeronicapleasecomeback.
Kendall Casablancas
Brown hair, tanned skin, expertise (you can do that sort of thing, really? Wow. Who knew that obscure porn movie was for real), figure to die for, no lack of lingerie.
Nothing much to say about Kendall. She is hot and good in bed and tough as nails and the one woman he can’t hurt or disappoint. The fact that she seems to have read up on Kama Sutra doesn’t hurt.
Ken-dall. There is ‘doll’ in her name and it’s appropriate to her detached, hard-worked-for perfection, but not to the rest of her, unless the toy in question is Bride of Chucky.
Kendall. The doll that doesn’t break.
Hannah Griffith
She is innocent kisses and teasing and laughter and everything easy and good and right. He tangles his hands in her hair, he kisses the line of her jaw. Her face is open and her heart is open and she is uncomplicated and he is tired of complications, and he just wants to rest. Stop.
Stop.
He doesn’t.
He is tired of chasing after what he can’t have, cutting his hands on edges, wanting what he can’t have, screwing up over and over.
She looks at him as if he is savior and saved. He has always had a weakness for blondes, but this time the weakness is not for her hair, but for the look in her eyes, shining and trusting and as if he matters and doesn’t fuck up and can be healed and will be all right.
It’s the best lie in the world and he lives to believe it.
Veronica Mars, Try
Veronica is in his arms and her head fits under his chin. When he kisses her, she grins into his mouth and when she shifts and puts her lips against his neck, he can feel the outline of her smile blossom on his skin.
They are done and drowsy and very very tired, and if he lives to be a hundred, he will always remember the look in her eyes. Her eyes opened wide right then and he’d be reliving that and the flush of her skin, and the noises she made against him, except that would get in the way of right now.
She makes the sleepiest sound he’s ever heard and he grins again.
She is naked and he is naked and the sheets are crumpled and it’s the best damn room he’s ever seen. Hell, he’d buy the place to commemorate it, except it’s already his.
He fights gravity for his eyelids but he loses, and as his eyes close, he can feel Veronica’s breath on his skin.
In-out-in-out-in-out.
He falls asleep, smiling.
The End.
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Date: 2006-06-22 06:18 pm (UTC)Love this sentence. Love the Caitlin bits as well.
I generally love the concept. Personally, I usually prefer parentheses (parentheses), but strike through works as well, especially in some instances like "never enough" and "try 250".
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Date: 2006-06-22 06:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-06-22 06:40 pm (UTC)The format worked. Go you!
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Date: 2006-06-22 07:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-22 07:07 pm (UTC)I don't really know the characters, but it was magnificently interesting.
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Date: 2006-06-22 07:16 pm (UTC)VM S1 DVDs are out, but I also know there are torrents for it.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:00 pm (UTC)This is SO. GOOD.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:03 pm (UTC)I started this out as a Caitlin piece (really), but it morphed into something completely different by the time I was done.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-22 08:03 pm (UTC)OMG. Your icon. I heartily concur.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:05 pm (UTC)And
And that is Caitlin. Fading into obscurity of memories, not even Queen of her own chapter, fading into background for Veronica.
Are wonderful passages! I think Caitlin's section of this fic had to be my favourite, because she's pretty much a non-entity in fandom, and even more pressing, had the unfortunate Hilton factor.
But I love the way that instead of inventing "hidden" characteristics that might have seemed OC, you focused on the plastic shell that made her seem content in her shallowness. I was always struck by the unspoken level of entitlement of that character, and I think you brought that across beautifully.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:13 pm (UTC)Btw, your icon is wonderful! Who is the guy in the red coat, btw?
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:14 pm (UTC)all of his women like a sheet
Heeee.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:19 pm (UTC)He hateshahteshateshatesVeronicapleasecomeback.
is fucking brilliant. It made me gasp when I read it because it's just very ... raw. And painful, but beautiful and hopeful at the same time. This is going in my memories. Absolutely stunning. ♥
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:26 pm (UTC)This is going in my memories
Wow. Thank you.
I do think Logan must have been so emotionally low and raw after Veronica broke up with him. He's had no one else. And I can see him being bitter and wanting to hate her but not being able to.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:26 pm (UTC)I love your imagery, and your tone is pitch perfect, and gah, this is just GREAT.
I'm adding it to my memories, if you don't mind.
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Date: 2006-06-22 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-22 09:06 pm (UTC)She is naked and he is naked and the sheets are crumpled and it’s the best damn room he’s ever seen. Hell, he’d buy the place to commemorate it, except it’s already his.
He fights gravity for his eyelids but he loses, and as his eyes close, he can feel Veronica’s breath on his skin.
In-out-in-out-in-out.
He falls asleep, smiling.
Best ending ever :-)
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Date: 2006-06-22 09:09 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
Best ending ever :-)
There is no way I could have ended this and not given L/V a happy ending. :)
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Date: 2006-06-22 10:15 pm (UTC)Also correction, I don't know why I picked up on this.
He hateshahteshateshatesVeronicapleasecomeback.
If it's not an error, disregard. =)
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Date: 2006-06-22 10:20 pm (UTC)And you are right, total misspelling. Will correct!
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Date: 2006-06-22 11:05 pm (UTC)I think Kendall and Caitlin were my favorite
The odd thing is that Kendall's was the hardest to write and I actually started this intending it to be a Caitlin story.
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Of course not! It would be a pleasure! I do post a lot about non-VM stuff as well, so I am not sure if you want to stick around for the blather.
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Date: 2006-06-23 01:18 am (UTC)Loved this:
He hateshateshateshatesVeronicapleasecomeback
and: Veronica Mars, Try
TwoOne Hundred and FiftyDon’t Fuck It Up.Great job! *adds to memories*
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Date: 2006-06-23 01:44 am (UTC)Great job! *adds to memories*
Wow. Thanks!
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Date: 2006-06-23 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-23 01:45 am (UTC)because I can picture the scene even with just a few details.
I tried to make it more explicit but for some reason I just couldn't. So I am so glad it worked!
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Date: 2006-06-23 03:12 am (UTC)He is tired of chasing after what he can’t have, cutting his hands on edges, wanting what he can’t have, screwing up over and over.
Well said!
And loved the entire last section. Seriously, awesome summary of each chickie. Great work and thanks for sharing! :-)
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Date: 2006-06-23 03:17 am (UTC)I did like Hannah and what Hannah (however briefly) gave to him: which was emotion unfettered by any past issues. I really do think that it was not possible for L & V to get back together at the end of S2 without Hannah being there earlier, just as I don't think as it would have been possible for them to hook up at the end of S1 without V going out in Troy in early S1 to melt through her shell.
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Date: 2006-06-23 10:53 am (UTC)I liked the Caitlin part -- I just tried not to think about Paris Hilton-- and this was interesting :
When he would remember her later (not very often, but sometimes), that is what he’d remember: a collection of traits, characteristics, things done and not done. As if there was no person there, no reality outside of physical mannerisms.
I always thought Logan was with Caitlin because he had time to kill.
My favorite part :
He hateshateshateshatesVeronicapleasecomeback.
Heartbreaking and powerful. It almost sounds like an exorcism "I hate her" (I don't need her) and an incantation "please come back" (I love you). Well done! Thank you.
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Date: 2006-06-23 03:41 pm (UTC)I confess that VM is the only thing I've ever seen Paris Hilton in, so I didn't get an instinctive cooties reaction (thought she was vapid and ridiculous and dumb, but that fit the character).
I always thought Logan was with Caitlin because he had time to kill.
Agreed. And because there was no danger he'd lose his heart to her.
It almost sounds like an exorcism "I hate her" (I don't need her) and an incantation "please come back" (I love you).
I think Logan must have been in a horrible mental place once V broke up with him in the summer (even though of course it was perfectly understandable she did): off the edge with no support system.
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Date: 2006-06-23 04:09 pm (UTC)Beautiful work.
Already I feel like re-reading this so I'm saving it to my memories ;-)
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Date: 2006-06-23 04:29 pm (UTC)I keep staring at your icon. My favorite Logan moment, outside of NP!
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Date: 2006-06-25 01:43 am (UTC)Lynn Echolls >> Veronica Mars >> Lilly Kane >> Caitlin Ford >> Veronica Mars >> Kendall Casablancas >> Hannah Griffith >> Veronica Mars
Ever since the limo scene in "The Wrath of Con", I've always thought that before Lilly and Logan hooked up, Logan had a crush on Veronica. That would have messed with the title though, and "Seven" just sounds much more effective than "Eight".
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Date: 2006-06-26 04:01 am (UTC)He is 15 and stupid and absurdly in love with her.
I love this line. It's so simple, but it's a lovely visual in my head.
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Date: 2006-06-27 02:25 am (UTC)