Copyright stuff:
I do not own any of the characters in Sweeney Todd. Stephen Sonheim does, and I think he is AMAZING! Okay, enjoy! :)
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Silver droplets of rain fell from the cloudy sky outside. Thunder rolled around in the clouds like a boulder falling down a mountainside. But no matter how cold and dreary it was outside, it was always as if the sun had been taken from the sky to be displayed proudly, inside of Mrs. Lovett's fine establishment. The sweet smell of spices hung in the air as customers chattered cheerfully whilst eating the baker's pies.
Today seemed to be the busiest day Lovett had gotten in quite a while. Every table was filled with a happy customer enjoying one of the baker's special pies. Little did they know, they were eating Tailor today.
A layer of sweat coated Mrs. Lovett's pale brow. Constant motion takes a lot out of a woman. Even with the help of the young boy, Toby, she still was laden with work. Her red hair was more askew than usual as she rushed about, being sure that everyone had a pie in hand and a full pint of ale. The sun roamed over the sky, lazily, not taking Mrs. Lovett's well-being into account of his leisurely path.
Mr. Sweeney Todd, the barber that lived above the baker, had a rather slow day. He had two customers total today, one had his family with him so he could not do his usual treatment. The other was lying in a puddle of blood below in the cellar. Mr. Todd cleaned off his razor of any stray "rubies." Then made his way into his room for a change of clothes, so he was presentable for the public.
He sighed and took a few steps down the stairs. He found Mrs. Lovett sitting in the stairwell in between the pie shop and her home. She slumped against the wall, limply, obviously dozing. Todd allowed a small smile to form on his usually stony face. He sat himself next to the baker and surveyed her disheveled figure.
Of late, the barber had taken a fancy to his partner in crime. Not all memory of Lucy could be drowned out by his companion, but she made it bearable to think that he would never stroke that beautiful yellow hair again. He would never feel the light tickle of her hands on his neck after a hard day's work. He would never…
Todd found his hand upon Lovett's cheek. Surprised by his own actions, he thought, How odd… But made no effort to stop it. He stroked her smooth white face, tenderly. It is funny how feelings develop over time. When he had first met this woman, the barber found her to be somewhat irritating due to her serious case of motor-mouth. Now he found it rather endearing.
The baker stirred, her brown eyes opened slowly. Then, blinking, looked over at the man she loved. "Mr. T?" She whispered. Sweeney withdrew his hand and looked away, awkwardly. A slight blush formed on their faces simultaneously. Todd cleared his throat and got up. He scratched the back of his neck and gazed into space, lost in his thoughts.
Lovett raised her eyebrows and watched the barber move from his seat. She sat, looking at the floor, unsure of what to make of what she woke up to. Was it a dream? She thought. No… She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her cheek.
Neither of them said anything for a good six seconds. Todd stood, trying to find something interesting about the wall in front of him. Nellie Lovett's eyes lingered on her beloved until he turned around and offered her his hand. "Need a hand up, darling?" He murmured. The baker took it without a second's thought. Todd pulled her up from the stairs and led her back to the bakery, hand in hand.