promise you won't let me go

by mango_fizz

Summary:

they're not getting back into heaven

Stocking slams the door behind them.

“You’re such a fucking bitch!”

Panty shrugs her off, “And? Don’t tell me it took you this long to realize.”

“You always get distracted and never help me with our missions!”

“You had it handled.”

“It’s like you don't even want to go back to Heaven!”

Panty slouches on the couch, lazily scrolling through her phone. “Pfft. Please, why would I go back there when the dick is way better here?”

Stocking clenches her fists, “You’re so fucking stupid.” She slams her butt down on the opposite side of the couch and curls in on herself away from Panty.

Her victory does not feel very satisfying, so Panty presses further with a smirk. “Stockin’, don’t tell me you actually want to go back?”

“Fuck off, Panty.” Stocking doesn’t even look at her.

No way she’s actually upset about this. She cranes her neck to get a better look at her face, but Stocking does not budge from her position.

It’s unnerving.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Panty asks, but there's not as much bite as she’d like.

“Not like you’d care,” is Stocking’s reply, and Panty throws her hands up in exasperation.

“Fine then, fuck you! Stay mad, bitch.” She crosses her arms, knee bouncing impatiently.

There’s a long silence before Stocking speaks again. It’s very quiet, so quiet that Panty thinks she might’ve imagined it.

“Do you ever miss Mom and Dad?”

“How dare you say that shit to me,” she scowls, but Stocking does not flinch.

“Do you think they even want us to come back? After all this time?”

“Who fucking cares?” Panty scoffs. “Don’t forget, they’re the ones who threw us out. They don’t want us.” Even when they gathered enough Heavens that one time, they only took Stocking back, and Panty was left abandoned and powerless. Unwanted then, and unwanted now. She stopped entertaining the idea of going home a long ass time ago.

“When I went back, even if it was a short while, it was kinda nice. Or whatever.” Stocking brings her knees up to her chest. “Like they were actually… proud of me? For once?”

Panty clicks her tongue. “We don’t need approval from anyone, Stocking, and especially not from that old fucker.”

Stocking hums, “I know.” Then, she says, “It was nice to see Mom again.”

Panty breathes. Runs a hand down her face.

“I don’t think they want us back.”

Well, duh. That’s obvious to Panty, but there's the smallest sniffle coming from her sister and she feels ready to kill.

Stocking gets angry, sure, but she never cries, at least not in front of her. Panty clenches and unclenches her fists, but there’s no one to fight, no visible danger. It would be so much easier if there was, she’s no good at this feelings crap.

So she says nothing, and instead carefully leans her head against her little sister’s back. She doesn’t see it, but rather feels Stocking relax at the contact.

Panty fiddles with a strand of pink hair. “We don’t need them.”

Stocking nods her head, the locks in Panty’s hands tugging slightly, “Yeah.”

“It’s more fun here, anyway. Freedom, men, all-you-can-eat sweets, Garterbelt’s curry, and Chuck makes for a good punching bag.” Stocking finally giggles, an audibly wet one, but Panty revels in the victory all the same.

“And…” She almost doesn’t say the next part. Vulnerability makes her nauseous, but for some reason she decides to swallow it down. “...And you have me, too. It’s always been you and me, Stocks.”

Notes:

i recognize this might be ooc and i genuinely have no idea how to end it but i didnt want it to sit in my files gathering dust yknow. i care them. does anyone else think the lyrics of fallen angel are really sad