A/N: This is a little collection of Sweenett oneshots/drabbles inspired by the 30_breathtakes challenge on livejournal! The idea of the challenge is to use the prompt and pick a pairing and then write 30 pieces about something so breathtakingly beautiful that you (obviously) forget to breathe. However, I'm a little wary of writing 30 pieces about beauty in the Sweenett setting, so I guess I'm taking some artistic freedom (:


prompt 1: the wind in your hair


Nellie always loved the sea. She had grown infatuated with the rolling azure waves, the sparkling salt, the way the sand caked itself between her toes. For her whole life, her dreams had consisted of a small seaside cottage and a son and a man to love. And now she could see it perfectly; the way Mr. T would smile at her as he sharpened his razors, the way Toby would chase the seagulls and laugh. It was so perfect and so real that it was almost reality. She would sit on a rocker on the porch and let the wind dip its fingers into her unruly hair and she wouldn't care that her curls were auburn instead of gold or that her skin was milky white instead of peach.

Sitting on the settee, Mrs. Lovett smoothed her skirts and straightened her back, tilting her chin up into the salty sea wind. She closed her eyes, reaching atop her head to pull the pins out, and crimson curls cascaded down her back, tangled and messy. She let the wind pull at them, smelling the crisp tang of salt, tasting it at the back of her throat. Sweeney would be sitting beside her, of course. She turns, giving an exhilarated smile as her breath catches in her throat. He is staring at the sea, his brow furrowed, his tangled mass of ebony hair dancing in the wind. He is so regal, so beautiful. And Nellie knows some day he will be hers.