Author's Note: This drabble is the first of (hopefully) many
Author's Note: This drabble is the first of (hopefully) many. Some of them will take place after the ending of the musical/movie in an alternate universe, assuming that Mrs. Lovett and Sweeney did not die. Most of these will have some hint of Sweenett, if it isn't blatantly obvious. I will try to remember to tell you before each of the chapters. Some will be rather short, while others may be longer, since I'm writing this in my classes I can never predict when my muse will strike. Reviews are appreciated!!
This first one is a mere 300 or so words. Sorry!! Oh, and it's from Sweeney's point of view, if that's not obvious.
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing belongs to me…
The beginning can be pinpointed to one minute, one exact second. He got it. It was pure genius, really, the perfect solution to, well, everything! No one would know, as long as they were careful. He would be able to slit throats as he pleased, and Mrs. Lovett would finally have something other than vomit-inducing slop to put into her pies.
He crossed the room towards her. This was her idea. Her brilliant, wonderful idea.
All of his previous impressions of her were erased. An idea like that showed that she was so much more than she had first appeared. How had he ever thought her shallow or dimwitted?
He reached her and pulled her to him, leading her in a waltz. A small smile pulled at his mouth, making his skin feel like it didn't fit on his face. Had the years not been so hard on him, he might have even laughed.
And to think that this lift in his spirits, which were higher than they'd been since he'd escaped Australia, had been caused by this woman, by this wonderful, beautiful woman. By Mrs. Lovett, of all people!