24. Scowl
In the day, the scowl never leaves Sweeney Todd's face. It's etched so deeply into his features that it's a permanent part of his expression, making him seem like a dark god, a demon, baying for the blood of mortals. It makes his fury seem all the more explosive, darkening his features with a sharp frown and bottomless, cold eyes.
Now, with his hair damp with sweat—she's busy stroking her fingers through the locks in a way she has learned he finds soothing—his chest steadily shifting against the threadbare sheets as he inhales and exhales, his head pillowed comfortably on her flat stomach as he lies between her legs, sheets pooled at his waist, his seed drying on her thighs, his face is void of the scowl which usually mars his beautiful countenance. Even Sweeney Todd cannot resist the lull of sleep every once in a while and, as Nellie feels her own body succumbing to the dreamy waves of unconsciousness, she cannot help but think that without the presence of the frown, Sweeney Todd looks almost as innocent as Benjamin Barker once had.