Title: "memento mori"
Author: monimala
Fandom: "Veronica Mars"
Rating/Classification: mild adult content (not much really), Duncan pov, Duncan/various.
Disclaimer: Not my characters!
Summary: Yes, I know, this is the most overused fic title ever. Just a brief filler for "Leave it to Beaver." Duncan remembers and forgets.
Sometimes, he remembers it in flashes. hair winding around his fingers. the way she whispered "loveyousomuch" and laughed in his ear. Underneath the haze of draft beer and god knows what else, he thinks he remembered how she smelled. sticky-sweet like oranges and tequila. like Veronica. not like his sister. oh God. Lilly always wore sharp, men's cologne. She swore it was way better at snagging boys than the flowery stuff. "It's a testosterone thing," she'd confide. and maybe she's right because there was that one time in TJ where he licked the back of Logan's neck and he's craved the taste ever since.
He stares at her. The sirens are blaring and there's noise everywhere and his father is still, still, screaming "my daughter" over and over like it actually matters. More than it ever did while Lilly was alive. He remembers holding her. close. rocking her. so much blood and did he even use a condom and where did this last year of his life even go? where did he go? falling by the edge of the pool and sinking into the middle of the bed and six feet below the ground.
Duncan remembers in flashes.
And he forgets, too.
who exactly he made love to that night.
who exactly he lost.
who exactly he's trying to find.
--end-
May 12, 2005