ooc: another log
[Who:] Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett
[When:] Earlier tonight but before Turpin decides to show up~
[Where:] Sweeney's shop in their new home.
[What:] Uh. Read it.
[Why:] We wanted something that would make what happens with Turpin right after it even worse in Sweeney's head. ie, we are teasing our muses.
[Anything else:] I'm so tired. 8( If I missed something or had a brilliant moment of observation skills, let me know.
Mrs. Lovett brushed a broom across the dusty floors of her new shop, humming softly to herself as she finished her cleaning. She and Sweeney had had their first day of good business at their seaside retreat, and she was feeling very complacent. She imagined Sweeney was upstairs closing up as well and she paused in her cleaning to lift her gaze to the ceiling, seeming to look through it. She leaned her broom against a chair and headed up the stairs to Sweeney's shop, rapping her knuckles pleasantly against the dark wooden door before entering, the shop's bell ringing over her head. The whole place was comfortably reminiscent of their old home.
Sweeney looked up as he heard the bell ring, folding the razor he was polishing and setting it in the box with the others. Business had been surprisingly good for their first day-- he assumed most of the men were sailors, stopping in from the nearby docks. It had been the first day in months where every man that had come into his shop had left it, unharmed. He closed the wooden box, letting his hand rest on it as he turned towards Mrs. Lovett. "How was business today?"
Mrs. Lovett smiled cheerily. "Wonderfully smooth for only the third day," she replied. "The meat supply I bought yesterday should hold up well here. Lots of hungry sailors come in. Love to see customers with an appetite. I sent a few of them up for a shave, you know." She winked.
"If things keep progressing at this rate, we'll be even busier than we were on Fleet Street." He said. And it was true; between the sailors, the shipyard workers, and the various travelers, they would make much more money. "We might be able to afford meat instead of killing for it."
Mrs. Lovett bit her lip for a moment. She had been thinking about that, hoping that Sweeney hadn't grown too accustomed to killing on a daily basis. "You're not..." she stopped, not sure how to verbalize her thoughts. She knew he held a grudge against the vast majority of the human race, but hoped that detest would simply boil down to cynicism instead of an addiction to killing. "Thats good," she decided not to mention it.
"The building isn't exactly suitable for it." Sweeney said, almost to himself. He had thoroughly examined the building when they first arrived, and even though there was a suitable bakehouse in the basement, there was no way he would be able to construct a chute for the bodies without Mrs. Lovett's customers noticing. "Besides, the only blood I want to see spilled right now is that damn judge's."
Mrs. Lovett bridged the distance from the door to Sweeney and she set her hands gently on his chest. She thought about the layout of the building and realized he was probably right. The bakehouse was not in a convenient location at all. She was glad, at least, that his only bloody intentions were for Turpin. She clutched delicately onto the collar of his vest and tugged him closer. "Patience, love," she soothed, her airy voice soft and low.
"Patience," He almost spat out the word. "How much longer am I going to have to wait to see that bastard dead?"
"Love," she said sternly, lifting her hands to frame his face. "You're going to have to accept the fact that he might not die now." She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs and slipped her fingertips into his dark hair. "The most we can do until we figure something out is stay out of his domain. He could easily have us arrested and deported, considering he was able to send you off to Australia under such glaringly false charges."
"He has to die..." Sweeney growled. She was right, though. Until they could be positive that he would stay dead, they couldn't do anything too risky. "At least if we get caught, he'll have a good reason to deport me."
Mrs. Lovett winced slightly. "The two of us together committed enough crimes now for several life sentences, I'd say. It's insane. I lost count of how many were killed," she breathed. She was surprised how easy it was to talk about their disgusting plot for his revenge and the benefits her business conveniently made from it. They'd both be thrown into Bedlam if anyone knew what had gone on inside their heads. "But we're not going to get caught," she said, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "Even if he should come after us, you could kill him again, and that'd give us enough time to slip out of his grasp again."
A smile to match Mrs. Lovett's crossed his lips as well. "Well then, it might not be too bad. Getting to watch the bastard die over and over..."
Mrs. Lovett laughed lowly and slipped her arms around Sweeney's neck, enjoying the way the smile looked on his lips. "And I'd get my sea..." she added. "And we'd have our business." She leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. She paused in thought again. "Though, I've been thinking... Mr. T, do you like the sea? What I mean to say is-- Do y'mind living out here, away from your old home and memories of...?" she trailed off, not wanting to say his late wife's name. He still didn't know that he'd been the one to put the madwoman out of her misery. She didn't plan on ever letting him know. She didn't know what effect it would have on his mental stabilitiy.
"It's better than living in the middle of the city," Sweeney said. The cloud of smoke and fog that seemed to never lift from the London streets was much thinner by the water, and the streets were much less packed. "And memories do not leave a person simply because they move to a different location."
Mrs. Lovett frowned for a moment, loosening her arms around Sweeney's neck. "I like it much better here," she said. "It's still not quite what I dreamed... but it's the sea, and we're here together," She allowed an amiable smile to return to her lips, ignoring his last comment. "Although, with the Judge still alive... I wonder if you'll ever quite settle in," she used a teasing and playful voice, but it was a serious concern to her.
Despite the tone of her voice, his hands curled into fists at the mere mention of Turpin. "Probably not."
The frown crept slowly back to Mrs. Lovett's features at his response, and she looked down and away from Sweeney. She leaned forward, hesitantly resting her head against his chest. She sighed lightly, a worried sound.
Sweeney frowned slightly as she sighed, resting one of his hands on her back. "You know I won't be completely satisfied until that bloody judge is dead, for good."
Mrs. Lovett pulled her arms from around Sweeney's neck and pressed her palms gently to his vest. She pressed into him, shivering as his hand lightly touched her back. She lifted her chin to look Sweeney in the eyes, their faces closer than necessary for conversation. "I know, love," she said sadly.
Sweeney leaned his head forward, but instead of kissing her, he lightly pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
Mrs. Lovett curled her fingers into the fabric of Sweeney's vest at the touch and she let her eyes slowly flutter closed. She shivered, pleased. "Oh, Mr. Todd, I know. I know," she insisted, lifting her eyelids to look into his dark eyes from under thick lashes. "It really is alright, love. I know. It's that damned judge."
"It's all his fault..." Sweeney said, his voice still low as he met her gaze. "Once he's dead for good... things will be different."
Mrs. Lovett's heart fluttered and her eyes lit up. "Different," she repeated softly. "Different would be quite nice. Different would be lovely...." She circled her arms firmly around his middle, drawing their bodies together as she thought of what it would be like to have his full attention for once. "Lovely," she breathed. She tilted her chin upwards and caught Sweeney's lips in a timid kiss, her eyes fluttering closed.
Sweeney leaned forward, pressing his lips more firmly against hers as his eyes also closed. His right hand stayed on her back, and his other hand traveled up, threading his fingers through her hair.
Mrs. Lovett felt her whole body tremble slightly as he kissed back, her stomach feeling light and weak. It was a new and unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant feeling and her normally chalk-white cheeks flushed to a healthy pink. She kissed him until she needed breath, and pulled back gasping. She watched Sweeney intently, breathing heavily through her slightly parted lips. She gripped onto him, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
He stared down at her as she pulled back, face expressionless. Ever since he had first killed the judge, his attitude towards her had slowly started changing. He no longer felt annoyed when she touched him, or kissed his cheek. And in just the past few days, they had grown much closer... He was reluctant, at first, and almost thought of it as a betrayal of sorts. But Lucy would've wanted you to be happy, the voice in the back of his head had said. And he knew it was probably true, but he hadn't wanted to completely let go at the time.
Mrs. Lovett read Sweeney's thoughts even though his lack of an expression. In her eyes, his emotionless features gave him away. She tightened her grip around him and watched his eyes, her mouth very close again. "Something wrong, love?" she asked, casual. "What's on your mind?"
He shook his head, instantly snapping out of his thoughts. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Mrs. Lovett hesitated for a moment, but decided not to press it. For now, she wanted to pretend things were going perfectly. Her seaside dreams had fallen short in a few areas, but she refused to think about the centerpiece of her life not truly being hers yet. She remained happy regardless, and beamed at Sweeney. "Alright, love," she replied. She pulled away from him and headed to the door. "I'm off to bed early, then. Have to be fresh for the new customers tomorrow. 'Evening, Mr. T." She slipped out the door.
[When:] Earlier tonight but before Turpin decides to show up~
[Where:] Sweeney's shop in their new home.
[What:] Uh. Read it.
[Why:] We wanted something that would make what happens with Turpin right after it even worse in Sweeney's head. ie, we are teasing our muses.
[Anything else:] I'm so tired. 8( If I missed something or had a brilliant moment of observation skills, let me know.
Mrs. Lovett brushed a broom across the dusty floors of her new shop, humming softly to herself as she finished her cleaning. She and Sweeney had had their first day of good business at their seaside retreat, and she was feeling very complacent. She imagined Sweeney was upstairs closing up as well and she paused in her cleaning to lift her gaze to the ceiling, seeming to look through it. She leaned her broom against a chair and headed up the stairs to Sweeney's shop, rapping her knuckles pleasantly against the dark wooden door before entering, the shop's bell ringing over her head. The whole place was comfortably reminiscent of their old home.
Sweeney looked up as he heard the bell ring, folding the razor he was polishing and setting it in the box with the others. Business had been surprisingly good for their first day-- he assumed most of the men were sailors, stopping in from the nearby docks. It had been the first day in months where every man that had come into his shop had left it, unharmed. He closed the wooden box, letting his hand rest on it as he turned towards Mrs. Lovett. "How was business today?"
Mrs. Lovett smiled cheerily. "Wonderfully smooth for only the third day," she replied. "The meat supply I bought yesterday should hold up well here. Lots of hungry sailors come in. Love to see customers with an appetite. I sent a few of them up for a shave, you know." She winked.
"If things keep progressing at this rate, we'll be even busier than we were on Fleet Street." He said. And it was true; between the sailors, the shipyard workers, and the various travelers, they would make much more money. "We might be able to afford meat instead of killing for it."
Mrs. Lovett bit her lip for a moment. She had been thinking about that, hoping that Sweeney hadn't grown too accustomed to killing on a daily basis. "You're not..." she stopped, not sure how to verbalize her thoughts. She knew he held a grudge against the vast majority of the human race, but hoped that detest would simply boil down to cynicism instead of an addiction to killing. "Thats good," she decided not to mention it.
"The building isn't exactly suitable for it." Sweeney said, almost to himself. He had thoroughly examined the building when they first arrived, and even though there was a suitable bakehouse in the basement, there was no way he would be able to construct a chute for the bodies without Mrs. Lovett's customers noticing. "Besides, the only blood I want to see spilled right now is that damn judge's."
Mrs. Lovett bridged the distance from the door to Sweeney and she set her hands gently on his chest. She thought about the layout of the building and realized he was probably right. The bakehouse was not in a convenient location at all. She was glad, at least, that his only bloody intentions were for Turpin. She clutched delicately onto the collar of his vest and tugged him closer. "Patience, love," she soothed, her airy voice soft and low.
"Patience," He almost spat out the word. "How much longer am I going to have to wait to see that bastard dead?"
"Love," she said sternly, lifting her hands to frame his face. "You're going to have to accept the fact that he might not die now." She stroked his cheeks with her thumbs and slipped her fingertips into his dark hair. "The most we can do until we figure something out is stay out of his domain. He could easily have us arrested and deported, considering he was able to send you off to Australia under such glaringly false charges."
"He has to die..." Sweeney growled. She was right, though. Until they could be positive that he would stay dead, they couldn't do anything too risky. "At least if we get caught, he'll have a good reason to deport me."
Mrs. Lovett winced slightly. "The two of us together committed enough crimes now for several life sentences, I'd say. It's insane. I lost count of how many were killed," she breathed. She was surprised how easy it was to talk about their disgusting plot for his revenge and the benefits her business conveniently made from it. They'd both be thrown into Bedlam if anyone knew what had gone on inside their heads. "But we're not going to get caught," she said, a sly smile spreading across her lips. "Even if he should come after us, you could kill him again, and that'd give us enough time to slip out of his grasp again."
A smile to match Mrs. Lovett's crossed his lips as well. "Well then, it might not be too bad. Getting to watch the bastard die over and over..."
Mrs. Lovett laughed lowly and slipped her arms around Sweeney's neck, enjoying the way the smile looked on his lips. "And I'd get my sea..." she added. "And we'd have our business." She leaned up to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. She paused in thought again. "Though, I've been thinking... Mr. T, do you like the sea? What I mean to say is-- Do y'mind living out here, away from your old home and memories of...?" she trailed off, not wanting to say his late wife's name. He still didn't know that he'd been the one to put the madwoman out of her misery. She didn't plan on ever letting him know. She didn't know what effect it would have on his mental stabilitiy.
"It's better than living in the middle of the city," Sweeney said. The cloud of smoke and fog that seemed to never lift from the London streets was much thinner by the water, and the streets were much less packed. "And memories do not leave a person simply because they move to a different location."
Mrs. Lovett frowned for a moment, loosening her arms around Sweeney's neck. "I like it much better here," she said. "It's still not quite what I dreamed... but it's the sea, and we're here together," She allowed an amiable smile to return to her lips, ignoring his last comment. "Although, with the Judge still alive... I wonder if you'll ever quite settle in," she used a teasing and playful voice, but it was a serious concern to her.
Despite the tone of her voice, his hands curled into fists at the mere mention of Turpin. "Probably not."
The frown crept slowly back to Mrs. Lovett's features at his response, and she looked down and away from Sweeney. She leaned forward, hesitantly resting her head against his chest. She sighed lightly, a worried sound.
Sweeney frowned slightly as she sighed, resting one of his hands on her back. "You know I won't be completely satisfied until that bloody judge is dead, for good."
Mrs. Lovett pulled her arms from around Sweeney's neck and pressed her palms gently to his vest. She pressed into him, shivering as his hand lightly touched her back. She lifted her chin to look Sweeney in the eyes, their faces closer than necessary for conversation. "I know, love," she said sadly.
Sweeney leaned his head forward, but instead of kissing her, he lightly pressed his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry." He muttered.
Mrs. Lovett curled her fingers into the fabric of Sweeney's vest at the touch and she let her eyes slowly flutter closed. She shivered, pleased. "Oh, Mr. Todd, I know. I know," she insisted, lifting her eyelids to look into his dark eyes from under thick lashes. "It really is alright, love. I know. It's that damned judge."
"It's all his fault..." Sweeney said, his voice still low as he met her gaze. "Once he's dead for good... things will be different."
Mrs. Lovett's heart fluttered and her eyes lit up. "Different," she repeated softly. "Different would be quite nice. Different would be lovely...." She circled her arms firmly around his middle, drawing their bodies together as she thought of what it would be like to have his full attention for once. "Lovely," she breathed. She tilted her chin upwards and caught Sweeney's lips in a timid kiss, her eyes fluttering closed.
Sweeney leaned forward, pressing his lips more firmly against hers as his eyes also closed. His right hand stayed on her back, and his other hand traveled up, threading his fingers through her hair.
Mrs. Lovett felt her whole body tremble slightly as he kissed back, her stomach feeling light and weak. It was a new and unfamiliar but incredibly pleasant feeling and her normally chalk-white cheeks flushed to a healthy pink. She kissed him until she needed breath, and pulled back gasping. She watched Sweeney intently, breathing heavily through her slightly parted lips. She gripped onto him, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
He stared down at her as she pulled back, face expressionless. Ever since he had first killed the judge, his attitude towards her had slowly started changing. He no longer felt annoyed when she touched him, or kissed his cheek. And in just the past few days, they had grown much closer... He was reluctant, at first, and almost thought of it as a betrayal of sorts. But Lucy would've wanted you to be happy, the voice in the back of his head had said. And he knew it was probably true, but he hadn't wanted to completely let go at the time.
Mrs. Lovett read Sweeney's thoughts even though his lack of an expression. In her eyes, his emotionless features gave him away. She tightened her grip around him and watched his eyes, her mouth very close again. "Something wrong, love?" she asked, casual. "What's on your mind?"
He shook his head, instantly snapping out of his thoughts. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it."
Mrs. Lovett hesitated for a moment, but decided not to press it. For now, she wanted to pretend things were going perfectly. Her seaside dreams had fallen short in a few areas, but she refused to think about the centerpiece of her life not truly being hers yet. She remained happy regardless, and beamed at Sweeney. "Alright, love," she replied. She pulled away from him and headed to the door. "I'm off to bed early, then. Have to be fresh for the new customers tomorrow. 'Evening, Mr. T." She slipped out the door.