#muse veronica

@thestcryofus​ || for some LoVe feels

There was no denying Summer was in full swing as the scorching temperatures kept climbing the charts. So much so, she decided to leave Pony behind, while she followed up on some open cases at the office. It hadn’t taken but a few hours, when she went back to take him out for a walk. As she unlocked the door, she grabbed the leash that was hanging on the wall. “Pony! Are you ready for your walk?” she called out, looking for him in the apartment. As she turned towards the small living room she saw a black duffel. 

Logan’s uncanny ability with words never ceased to amaze her. Even in this moment right now, where she just wanted to leave--- his words pierced right through her. Veronica knew this could happen, and was why she hoped he wouldn’t be home. Maybe his words wouldn’t hurt as much if they weren’t true. But she had high expectations and a lot of disappointments. Hell--Life with Logan was like a rollercoaster. 

There were thrills, but there were so many inconsistencies. Maybe if she wasn’t a PI, she wouldn’t be so paranoid. But there was a part of him she didn’t think she’d ever get to know. And boy did she want to know that part. But hoping for someone to change, and them actually changing were two different things. She knew she couldn’t change, so why fight for their relationship if they were doomed?

Oh, but their good times. They were so good. Even now as they glared at each other, she could feel the energy between them. Almost like a sizzle. She loved relishing in it. Like a drug. One she couldn’t get enough of. But that was the problem. She was a junkie. Needed to break the habit. If not for herself, but for him too. 

“We tried, but it didn’t work---It shouldn’t have to be this hard.”

She was ready to argue more, but he moved to the side, granting her access. Without a pause she went through putting her duffle on the sofa as she opened one of the closets. She reached for a shirt, but he wasn’t done yet. His words were hard, and even. There it was, a finality to them even she didn’t have the courage to give. She stopped, turning around to look at him. His face was stern but torn. She was having trouble with her poker face because all she could do was look hurt. 

She asked for them to break up. He wanted to fight. But she was so tired. Veronica put her hand on her forehead and looked down feeling defeated. But at the same time, the scrappy part of her was fighting within. Don’t show your relenting, Mars. This was what you wanted, he just said it first. God breakups were hard. But it wasn’t just anyone she was breaking up with. It was the love of her life. 

 “Fine Logan,” she looked up crossing her arms. “No more games. You say you know what you want, but what about what I want? I hate secrets, Logan. I hate them. You hold so much back. You know my brain goes to the worst possible scenario. It’s the default for me. So when I feel like you’re keeping something from me instead of being honest...I don’t like the way I feel. I’m not the girl that’s hung up on what her boyfriend is doing all the time. That’s not me. But I feel like I’m turning into her because you don’t tell me what’s going on with you.” 

She was doing the universe a favor, she reasoned as she grabbed his hand and let him onto the dancefloor. Saving that poor girl from the inevitable Echolls' charmed venom, she was setting herself up, for asking such a ridiculous question. Who said to Logan, 'Tell me what you really think about me?' A small part of her felt that such a question deserved the backlash that would absolutely ensue after, but--she had a conscience. But, as her intentions were clear. (clear she was sure even to Logan as well) due to the timing, it started to feel blurred.

She both hated and loved it.

Nothing in her life was simple, it seemed.

Why had the song suddenly changed to a slower pace, granting the close proximity of their bodies as they danced? The petite blonde hadn't dared to reminiscence what the closeness did to her. The whole out-of-sight, out-of-mind worked. Their interactions were few and far between and had a physical barrier that helped as well. But now? Her dumb idea to help was starting to remind her of the electric pull she felt from him. It was hard to look him in the eye while her body was feeling every bit of energy pulsating through her veins. Something that only he--Logan Echolls could ever do to her.

𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻 - 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ( 𝙿𝚁𝚃 1 )

“It means, I don’t like the way she was talking to you!” she pointed out, trying to maintain her anger from escalating. Unfortunately, talking about it even more was making it worse. “And it doesn’t help that you’re acting like I’m some crazy paranoid girlfriend, when I know. I know I’m not.” Yes she’s been jealous before. There’d been other women in his life, and she had other men. But they were suppose to be in a better place right now. It was a frustrating feeling to be in a loop with no power to control it. “The real question here is, why does she feel comfortable talking to you like that, huh? You wanna to tell me something Logan?”

(MOSTLY)   ANGSTY   DRABBLE   PROMPTS

“Stop it–no. You’re not a horrible person, Logan. You’ve never been one.” She hated seeing him this way, and she didn’t want him to sink further into this pity abyss she knew so well. He was stronger than that, and she had to show him somehow. As long as he cared enough to talk about it, there was hope. “What’s going on sucks, and you don’t deserve it, but I know you. I know you can get through this, and I’m here. I’m not asking you to change. I’m just asking you to let me be there for you.” She stepped forward and placed her hands on his cheeks, leaning into her tiptoes to give him a stern look. “You have to stop pushing me away.”