Just a little drabble I came up with real quick.
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"Mr. T?"
She asks in that same tone. That same tone she uses whenever she speaks his name. Underlying with love and devotion. Subtexted with want and desire. But at surface level, just a name. That's all he hears- all he wants to hear.
"Wot?" comes his voice, meaningless and routine. Even she knows that his mind is miles away, even though he had responded to her question.
"Do yah have any idea where you got your name from? Sweeney Todd?"
She wonders for a long moment, as silence engulfs the two, if the question offends him.
But he actually let his mind drift back to earth for a moment to think about this.
Not an unusual question, yet he wasn't sure.
Sweeney Todd.
He was born out of the hard, blood stained walls of a scorching hot cell when Benjamin Barker couldn't take it anymore.
The name?
The demon came with it.
He doesn't say anything.
"Jus' wonderin'," she mumbles as she leaves the room.
She doesn't want to say it to his face-she knows it would be like a deadly disease to him. It hurt to think like that, but it was true. If she told him, she wouldn't have it to smile about in the shadows, when he wasn't looking (which was to say, always), anymore.
She wouldn't have that connection with him.
She stops at the small window to the left of the door and peeks inside his dark room. She sees him across the room, so still, so quiet. Like death itself. She lets a smile curl on her pale lips as she thinks about her secret.
"A'course you don' remember, love. But I always will. Eleanor Todd. Todd was my maiden name,"
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