give me something to shoot you with
skins, tony. effy, rating r, words 500
He has enough words for the both of them.
notes: for snapdragonrose and ava_leigh_fitz because one fic fit both prompts- the timeline flits a bit and it's slightly au at some points but I hope you're able to follow it all the same.
He's got is wings back.
He's Tony Stonem, after all-all webs and lies like gold and he's a spinner with wings so he gets his wings back.
She stops talking the next day.
Lips slide shut like they'd never parted at all.
He asks her what the hell she's doing, shoulder resting at her door frame and she doesn't even glance in his direction.
He has enough words for the both of them.
*
So maybe that's a bit of lie- an exaggeration, as it were.
She doesn't stop talking, just cuts down a bit and conversation with Tony isn't part of her diet anymore. She replaces long hours spent with him and Ovid to time now spent fucking Cook.
Not a bad trade off, all things considered.
*
She started painting her lips a little darker the first week after he left.
Not by much just a shade or so.
He calls once or twice, she thinks.
She reaches for the rouge pot.
*
- So, maybe Tony comes home for Christmas.
Michelle is still Michelle and Tony is still Tony.
(which means there will probably always be more fights, more big blow ups, more i-love-yous and does-he-reallys and those two never began to end- but in the here and now, her mouth on his cock enough)
Effy has a boyfriend now but it hasn't changed much, same sly eyes and half smile- she's still a dangerous cocktail of narcotics and schemes and sex but there's a boy on her arm and if he made out the bedroom, Tony's guessing he's more than just a quick fuck.
Bends his head like a bow, hand out stretched and he calls himself Freddie.
Tony doesn't like him and his little sister cocks and eyebrow at his cold response.
She can't exactly say she's surprised.
*
They take smokes in the tiny little patch of grass that mum calls a lawn and he asks her what the hells she's doing.
It's said genially, with his usual charming smirk but the muscles in his neck are wound tight and she's petty enough to smile at that and wonders out loud if he might have liked Cook better, partly to see his fists clench and partly because she really does wonder and when Tony's around she prefers frank and honest.
Effy likes frank and honest more than you might expect.
She goes back to not talking till he leaves for school.
-
Somehow she doesn't think so.
*
Her mother worries too much.
She seems to think Effy has a heart- too much heart.
Too big, too heavy, too full of love and she's not even talking about her daughter anymore, she's talking about herself or her father or someone….
She waves it off with another shot.
Someone else- anyone but her or Tony.
Effy's not her mother, not really.
She was born backwards, born her brother again and it was far too soon for another twisted Stonem, too much flame in one house and Effy?
Effy has a heart, of course.
Her heart has nothing to do with this.