Here's my Mrs. Lovett fic that I said I'd write! I worked really hard on it, so I hope you enjoy it! I'm actually somewhat proud of this one…. :)
Mrs. Lovett was sitting down at her kitchen counter, reflecting on all of her experiences and encounters with a certain Sweeney Todd…
Mr. Todd…just the slightest mention of his name brought up all sorts of emotions and memories for the widow. Some better than others, she had to admit. She thought back to a particularly comforting memory she had…when she first mentioned the idea of baking his victims into pies to him. The way he had suddenly grabbed her and starting waltzing out of sheer excitement. How she had enjoyed that moment so much. Just the fact that he had acknowledged her in some way was enough to give Mrs. Lovett some satisfaction. Temporarily speaking, of course. She would have done anything in the world to experience something like that one more time.
And then she came about a not-so-enjoyable memory…the moment Mr. Todd shunned her after she reunited him with his beloved razors. Just seconds before Sweeney was babbling to himself about how his razors were "his friends". How they would "drip rubies". Frankly, it was a tad frightening to Mrs. Lovett. She remembered at one point gently touching his shoulders to try and talk some sense into him…oh, how wonderful and warm they had felt in her hands!
Another slightly disturbing memory was when Sweeney was rudely and inconveniently disrupted from accomplishing his goal: killing the Judge. How he had blamed her for his loss! Told her she was the one who told him to wait! She was only trying to get the man to think of something else, to calm down a bit. But he went as far as to go on a rant and at one point hold a blade to Mrs. Lovett's neck! How frightened and threatened she recalled feeling.
Even though she didn't really show it, Mrs. Lovett was deeply hurt by his behaviors toward her. All she ever wanted was to be happy with him! But she had to be realistic; that would never happen, most likely, no matter how much she yearned and prayed for it.
The closest thing she would ever get to calling the barber her own was in her fantasies. She briefly remembered a particular one in which she and Mr. Todd were happily living by the sea. It had always been a childish dream of the baker. She found the sand and water awfully comforting and uplifting.
She was abruptly disturbed from her thoughts when she heard the unmistakable sound of another body dropping down to the ground. She sighed deeply and set out to work once more. Her thoughts and memories would have to wait, she figured. Oh, well. Sweeney Todd would always remain in her thoughts and in her heart, until the very day she died.
