N/A: Ok, first Sweeney Todd FF. YAY! And it's a Sweenett! Have mercy, please. English is not my first language but I had to get this out... You know me... bright ideas just pop into me head, and I keep thinking... as dear Nellie would say!
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"Good morning, Mr. T!" Said the baker in a cheery tone. Her skirts fluttered behind her, as she went into the barber's shop and closed the door with her foot.
Sweeney Todd didn't seem notice her presence. He was by the window, absorved in the polishing of his beloved instruments, his eyes shining with silver flashes, his fingers slowly and almost lovingly caressing the anatomy of the razor. His lips barely moved as whispers came pouring down his lips to ease his own blood lust that was already building up.
"Startin' early, I see". Mrs Lovett said glancing at him, his back turned to her. Not that she expected him to turn and greet her...
Again, silence. She sighed, weary of longing and disappointment. Oh, well...
She left the tray on the barber's counter. She stared for a few seconds at the cup of tea and the slice of bread on the side. And to think she would find it just like that on the afternoon... Really, the man had to eat before he would become a ghost.
"Or maybe tha' ship has already sailed, Nellie..." she thought, looking at his back. She could almost see the maniac smile painted on his face.
Her brows were knitted together by concern.
"Some fresh air may do the tick".
In two ticks she was in the other side of the room, determined to let the breeze in.
"That's better. Ohh, Mr. T, come smell that air. What a beautiful morning! The birds are cooing and the sun is shining positively bright!" she almost giggled.
He lowered the razor for a moment, and looked through the window.
Not that she waited for him to go by her side and smell the beautiful aroma of the spring.
Not that she imagined he would smile at the thought of those little pidgeons going from one tree to another.
Not that she expected his hands playfully covereing her eyes, and to be taken out for a stroll around the block, arms locked, just chatting and laughing while all sorts of multicoloured petals covered the street...
Ahh... but she did.
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit..." he whispered bitterly to himself.
Another sigh. Daydreaming and denial. It would be her end, she often though.
He cleared his thoat, after a rather uncomfortable silence. It made her uneasy.
"Look at me!" she said in a rather high-pitched voice. "Jus' a bit of colour and I end up a bundle of joy, silly me." She mumbled nervously, her fingers running through her clothes and twisting the cloth. "Well, dearie, 'ere's your breakfast. Enjoy it, love!". And with that the door closed, the merry bells ever so out of place.
And then silence. At last.
Not long after she left, he proceeded to close that damned window with dangerous delicacy. He lingered there for a moment, gazing outside.
Mr. Todd clutched tightly the rag in his hand. With a look of disgust, he stepped back from the window spot.
"Good morning to yourself, Mrs. Lovett" he growled, turning his attention to his deadly visage painted on silver once more.