Post by newwwwusername on Mar 3, 2023 12:52:40 GMT
Warning : Suicidal ideation (skip the paragraph beginning with "Velma, though, could not share this same endless joy that the faux blonde did")
Title from : Stay Alive by Social Repose
Chronology : Post-canon
Background relationship : Roxie/Amos (past)
Headcanons : Depressed!Velma, Neurodivergent!Velma, Neurodivergent!Roxie
Life after prison was glamorous for both of the lady killers.
They'd both gotten away with murder and now got to sell out shows pretty much every night. They lived a comfortable life and the crimes that had almost gotten them hanged now helped to market their shows. It was a better outcome than either of them ever expected when they killed their victims.
Still, there was this emptiness in Velma's heart. This sadness that never could quite be filled.
Roxie was happy. She was ecstatic at her newfound freedom- Endlessly relieved both at the fact that she was still alive and that she could live the life she always wanted, away from her (loving, caring) ex-husband.
Bonus : Velma was a lot better in bed than Amos ever was.
Velma, though, could not share this same endless joy that the faux blonde did. She'd have nights where she wished she wouldn't wake up the next day because then at least she wouldn't have to deal with her mind being so heavy.
Thinking felt like wading through tar.
"Did I piss ya off?" Roxie asked one night after a show. Velma had hardly looked at her the entire show and hadn't said a word since they'd gotten backstage. As much as Roxie liked to pretend she wouldn't care if Velma was angry at her (and vice versa), the truth was she cared a lot about Velma and what she thought of her.
"No" Velma replied flatly, easing Roxie's worries the slightest amount because Velma was nothing if not blunt- If she was angry at Roxie, she'd just say as such.
"Okay, well what's wrong, then?"
"Does it fuckin' matter?" Velma scoffed, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag. "Just focus on getting your dance in order" she waved a dismissive hand. "I know it's a new one but you can't misstep like that or people will start to talk"
"You're such an asshole" Roxie chastised. "I'm trying to be nice to you!"
"That's dumb"
"Yeah, apparently" Roxie rolled her eyes, but she refused to engage further. Maybe she would've in the earlier days of their partnership (if what they had going on would even still be considered purely transactional), but she understood Velma a lot better by this point.
And Velma wasn't combative like this unless something was wrong.
"Look, if ya need something just tell me" Roxie told her before walking away to get ready for the night. Velma sat there for a while, contemplating her partner's words in her mind. Wondering what to do with that, if anything.
As Roxie lied in bed, waiting for Velma to finish getting ready and join her, she also wondered if they'd talk about whatever was bothering Velma- Hell, they didn't even need to talk about it, she just wanted some sort of follow-up.
When Velma returned to bed she lied down facing away from the blonde as she always did. However, a few moments later, she turned over.
Neither of them said a word as she quietly sobbed into Roxie's chest.
Title from : Stay Alive by Social Repose
Chronology : Post-canon
Background relationship : Roxie/Amos (past)
Headcanons : Depressed!Velma, Neurodivergent!Velma, Neurodivergent!Roxie
Life after prison was glamorous for both of the lady killers.
They'd both gotten away with murder and now got to sell out shows pretty much every night. They lived a comfortable life and the crimes that had almost gotten them hanged now helped to market their shows. It was a better outcome than either of them ever expected when they killed their victims.
Still, there was this emptiness in Velma's heart. This sadness that never could quite be filled.
Roxie was happy. She was ecstatic at her newfound freedom- Endlessly relieved both at the fact that she was still alive and that she could live the life she always wanted, away from her (loving, caring) ex-husband.
Bonus : Velma was a lot better in bed than Amos ever was.
Velma, though, could not share this same endless joy that the faux blonde did. She'd have nights where she wished she wouldn't wake up the next day because then at least she wouldn't have to deal with her mind being so heavy.
Thinking felt like wading through tar.
"Did I piss ya off?" Roxie asked one night after a show. Velma had hardly looked at her the entire show and hadn't said a word since they'd gotten backstage. As much as Roxie liked to pretend she wouldn't care if Velma was angry at her (and vice versa), the truth was she cared a lot about Velma and what she thought of her.
"No" Velma replied flatly, easing Roxie's worries the slightest amount because Velma was nothing if not blunt- If she was angry at Roxie, she'd just say as such.
"Okay, well what's wrong, then?"
"Does it fuckin' matter?" Velma scoffed, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag. "Just focus on getting your dance in order" she waved a dismissive hand. "I know it's a new one but you can't misstep like that or people will start to talk"
"You're such an asshole" Roxie chastised. "I'm trying to be nice to you!"
"That's dumb"
"Yeah, apparently" Roxie rolled her eyes, but she refused to engage further. Maybe she would've in the earlier days of their partnership (if what they had going on would even still be considered purely transactional), but she understood Velma a lot better by this point.
And Velma wasn't combative like this unless something was wrong.
"Look, if ya need something just tell me" Roxie told her before walking away to get ready for the night. Velma sat there for a while, contemplating her partner's words in her mind. Wondering what to do with that, if anything.
As Roxie lied in bed, waiting for Velma to finish getting ready and join her, she also wondered if they'd talk about whatever was bothering Velma- Hell, they didn't even need to talk about it, she just wanted some sort of follow-up.
When Velma returned to bed she lied down facing away from the blonde as she always did. However, a few moments later, she turned over.
Neither of them said a word as she quietly sobbed into Roxie's chest.