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lennon x stone | cs
*credit to this idea goes to Wlad - v inspired by his character studies he's been doing recently, and wanted to give it a go for my own.
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set in: 2018
“I hate her,” Lennon says, though she didn’t need words to explain that to Stone. Her body language said it all - arms crossed over her chest, brows furrowed to the center of her forehead. Her vision locked on her the silhouette of her sister-in-law, her baby tucked on the woman’s hip. If she hadn’t trusted Stone’s judgement, there would be no way Kirby would be holding Lilah. “It makes me uncomfortable that she’s here.”
“Lennon, c’mon…” her husband exhales a sigh, tattooed hand reaching up to scratch at his head. She could tell he was in a weird position, but she didn’t care.
“Stone, she killed someone! I don’t want her near the baby. I don’t even want her in this house!” She said, a little too loud for Stone’s liking, her words causing him to flinch. It was a low blow, that she knew - he was just as murderous as his sister. Had just as much blood on his hands.
“Does that mean you don’t want me near the baby, either Len?? I make you uncomfortable too??” He asks, his own voice raising in retaliation.
“That’s… that’s not what I meant..”
Another sigh exhales from the male’s lips, as he shakes his head and steps away from his wife. “Save it. Kirby has every right to see Lilah, just like I have every right to tell you to f*** off.” Stone was protective over Kirby, that she knew. But for once, Lennon wished he understood her feelings, rather than dismissing them.
It hadn’t been the first time they had fought over his sister, nor had it been the first time he’d tell her to f*** off, either. To some, they had a 'fairytale' life - a loving marriage, a beautiful baby, a cute dog. But deep down, their fairytale was sh*t. They always knew exactly what to say to get the other one going. Knew what buttons to push to get on each other's nerves. As much as they loved each other, they hated each other all the same.
Lennon knew she should have bit her tongue, but the words spewed out before she could stop them. “Why don’t you go shove another needle in your arm and f*** off, huh?” It was low of her to take a jab at his addiction, one she shared with him. But if he was going to be a d*ck, so was she.
And though his untimely death years later wasn’t her fault, she always felt an ounce of blame - wishing she could take back those words every single day since the moment he had passed.
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