Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or elements in this story that appear in the film "Repo! The Genetic Opera".
A/N: This piece - and others in this collection - are from drabble/one-shot prompts I've received on my Amber Sweet RP blog. Unless otherwise noted, assume all pieces are unconnected. This story was written for my beautiful Pavi RP partner vanityandvein. I adore her so much; y'all should check her out!
Summary: He was always her favorite brother...
Sometimes, she still sees Tony. Behind his eyes. In the quirk of his lips. Just there. Blink and you'll miss him. Her big brother.
And she swears to God she's the only one who can still see that.
When they were kids, you know, they were closerthanthis. Tony and Carmela. Names so Italian, they might as well be the Sopranos. It's embarrassing.
Maybe that's why, when they're all grown up, he calls himself The Pavi in a ridiculous accent and she calls herself Amber Sweet without one at all. A big "fuck you" to the bastard who named them, maimed them, raised them.
They get back at him in small ways. Rotti Largo.
After his funeral they sit together in total silence. The unspoken question hangs in the air: Now what? But neither wants to ask, because neither wants to admit that they don't have the answers. Now that they have their freedom, they don't know who they are any more.
He's not the whole and fresh faced boy of fifteen she'll always remember. And she's not the baby girl with chocolate curls he'll always cherish.
They're broken. Monsters. Disgraces. Fallen.
And when they've reached the bottom, at least they've reached it together.