ooc: log post
[Who:] Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett
[When:] Last night.
[Where:] Mrs. Lovett's parlor.
[What:] Mrs. Lovett wants a life with Sweeney coz he's hot.
[Why:] ...We were bored?
[Anything else:] CONTAINS SPOILERS. ALSO THIS:
Mrs. Lovett collapsed into a cushioned chair, letting out a deep sigh. She leaned back into the cushions and looked up at Sweeney. "What a day, Mr. T," she breathed. "You'd think we're the only restaurant in London." She glanced over at her laptop, sitting on her desk. The curious thing had mysteriously appeared along with Sweeney's earlier that day. "And those things to top it off," she gestured vaguely at the laptop. "What are they, anyway?"
"I'm not sure," Sweeney replied. He was standing by the small window, staring out at the rapidly darkening streets of London. Even after he had killed the Judge, he still found himself staring out at the streets when he could, though he no longer paced in front of the large window in his shop like some caged animal. "They're very strange, aren't they?"
"Strange?" It took Mrs. Lovett a minute to realize who Sweeney meant. "Oh, yes. Quite strange. They all tell me the craziest things." She waved her hand dismissively. "Vampires and people from the futures and Asians and a sweet girl. Odd little bunch, ain't they?"
He nodded in agreement. "Vampires? Interesting. Seems as if quite a few people have popped right out of stories..."
Mrs. Lovett paused and looked up. "One girl told me about how she travels all the time. She used to live in London, too," she said, her tone unusual, as if she were talking to herself. "I wish I could go places, Mr. Todd. Remember when I told you I wanted to live by the sea? Right on the English channel, that'd be a right lovely view, wouldn't it?" She sighed blissfully and smiled the way any woman does when explaining her dreams to the man she loves.
Sweeney did not reply, instead letting his gaze stray back to the window. Until recently, all his thoughts were occupied with that damned judge; the only thing that would run through his head was sliding one of his friends--his precious razors--across the throat of the man that had, with one word, utterly destroyed his life. But with his revenge complete, a new thought had been nagging at him; what would he do now?
Mrs. Lovett watched Sweeney for a moment, quirking an eyebrow. "'Ello? You hear me?" she called, "Not gone off thinking about that bloody judge again, have you? He's dead, Mr. T, let it go."
He turned away from the window, letting his gaze fix on Mrs. Lovett. "Dead or not, something like that isn't something one could get over quickly."
Mrs. Lovett crossed her arms, sitting up straight and furrowing her eyebrows. "Don't do you no good brooding over something you already got revenge for," she commented, shrugging. "I'd like to see you lookin' more towards the future. Where are you headed now, Mr. T? Judge Turpin is dead."
Sweeney merely shrugged. "I'm not sure. I haven't really thought about the future."
"Haven't thought about the future?" Mrs. Lovett stood and walked to his side, turning to look at him. She paused, silently turning her gaze out the window. "Am I in your future?"
He was silent after she spoke, and his gaze strayed away from her. Was she in his future? His wife, his precious Lucy, was dead, and his daughter was off with the sailor boy, so there was no chance of either of them being in his future. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, the thought of being alone, like those fifteen long years in Australia, made him uneasy.
Keeping his gaze fixed firmly on the floor, he muttered, "That.. would be nice..."
Mrs. Lovett felt her stomach flutter girlishly at his reply and she turned to face him abruptly, eyes wide. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink that stood out strongly against her chalky skin. "Mr. Todd?"
"I cannot promise anything, certainly not a life by the sea..." Sweeney felt himself tensing, but continued speaking. "But... it would be rather nice..."
Mrs. Lovett placed a hand on Sweeney's shoulder, squeezing. "Oh, certainly not, Mr. Todd," she breathed, her eyes still wide. "Just being with you, that's all I could dare to ask. It doesn't have to be the life I've dreamed of. It doesn't have to be the life you want back. I just want you to..." She stuttered a little, faltering as she met Sweeney's eyes, overwhelmed by his dark stare.
He felt the tension ease slightly as she placed her hand on his shoulder, and his own hand twitched, as if he was going to rest it on the woman's. "You want me to... what?"
She shivered slightly. "I want you to be happy," she replied softly. "Moping around does you no good," she tried to add the last bit to lighten the air.
Sweeney was silent again for a moment. Sometimes it baffled him, how much this woman was willing to give for his sake. You should be thankful, a voice in the back of his head, sounding very much like his own before his imprisonment, said. And he was. He doubted his plans would have gone as smoothly as they did if she had not aided him. But then he realized that was the only reason he was thankful for having her around. Finally snapping out of his silence, he said "...Thank you, Mrs. Lovett."
Mrs. Lovett looked curiously at Sweeney as he seemed to disappear into his thoughts again. She began to grow impatient, but smiled softly when he replied. "Of course, my love," she replied. "Just thinkin' of you. Have to, when all you think of is that judge. Ain't no one else what'll take care of you."
[When:] Last night.
[Where:] Mrs. Lovett's parlor.
[What:] Mrs. Lovett wants a life with Sweeney coz he's hot.
[Why:] ...We were bored?
[Anything else:] CONTAINS SPOILERS. ALSO THIS:
Mrs. Lovett collapsed into a cushioned chair, letting out a deep sigh. She leaned back into the cushions and looked up at Sweeney. "What a day, Mr. T," she breathed. "You'd think we're the only restaurant in London." She glanced over at her laptop, sitting on her desk. The curious thing had mysteriously appeared along with Sweeney's earlier that day. "And those things to top it off," she gestured vaguely at the laptop. "What are they, anyway?"
"I'm not sure," Sweeney replied. He was standing by the small window, staring out at the rapidly darkening streets of London. Even after he had killed the Judge, he still found himself staring out at the streets when he could, though he no longer paced in front of the large window in his shop like some caged animal. "They're very strange, aren't they?"
"Strange?" It took Mrs. Lovett a minute to realize who Sweeney meant. "Oh, yes. Quite strange. They all tell me the craziest things." She waved her hand dismissively. "Vampires and people from the futures and Asians and a sweet girl. Odd little bunch, ain't they?"
He nodded in agreement. "Vampires? Interesting. Seems as if quite a few people have popped right out of stories..."
Mrs. Lovett paused and looked up. "One girl told me about how she travels all the time. She used to live in London, too," she said, her tone unusual, as if she were talking to herself. "I wish I could go places, Mr. Todd. Remember when I told you I wanted to live by the sea? Right on the English channel, that'd be a right lovely view, wouldn't it?" She sighed blissfully and smiled the way any woman does when explaining her dreams to the man she loves.
Sweeney did not reply, instead letting his gaze stray back to the window. Until recently, all his thoughts were occupied with that damned judge; the only thing that would run through his head was sliding one of his friends--his precious razors--across the throat of the man that had, with one word, utterly destroyed his life. But with his revenge complete, a new thought had been nagging at him; what would he do now?
Mrs. Lovett watched Sweeney for a moment, quirking an eyebrow. "'Ello? You hear me?" she called, "Not gone off thinking about that bloody judge again, have you? He's dead, Mr. T, let it go."
He turned away from the window, letting his gaze fix on Mrs. Lovett. "Dead or not, something like that isn't something one could get over quickly."
Mrs. Lovett crossed her arms, sitting up straight and furrowing her eyebrows. "Don't do you no good brooding over something you already got revenge for," she commented, shrugging. "I'd like to see you lookin' more towards the future. Where are you headed now, Mr. T? Judge Turpin is dead."
Sweeney merely shrugged. "I'm not sure. I haven't really thought about the future."
"Haven't thought about the future?" Mrs. Lovett stood and walked to his side, turning to look at him. She paused, silently turning her gaze out the window. "Am I in your future?"
He was silent after she spoke, and his gaze strayed away from her. Was she in his future? His wife, his precious Lucy, was dead, and his daughter was off with the sailor boy, so there was no chance of either of them being in his future. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, the thought of being alone, like those fifteen long years in Australia, made him uneasy.
Keeping his gaze fixed firmly on the floor, he muttered, "That.. would be nice..."
Mrs. Lovett felt her stomach flutter girlishly at his reply and she turned to face him abruptly, eyes wide. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink that stood out strongly against her chalky skin. "Mr. Todd?"
"I cannot promise anything, certainly not a life by the sea..." Sweeney felt himself tensing, but continued speaking. "But... it would be rather nice..."
Mrs. Lovett placed a hand on Sweeney's shoulder, squeezing. "Oh, certainly not, Mr. Todd," she breathed, her eyes still wide. "Just being with you, that's all I could dare to ask. It doesn't have to be the life I've dreamed of. It doesn't have to be the life you want back. I just want you to..." She stuttered a little, faltering as she met Sweeney's eyes, overwhelmed by his dark stare.
He felt the tension ease slightly as she placed her hand on his shoulder, and his own hand twitched, as if he was going to rest it on the woman's. "You want me to... what?"
She shivered slightly. "I want you to be happy," she replied softly. "Moping around does you no good," she tried to add the last bit to lighten the air.
Sweeney was silent again for a moment. Sometimes it baffled him, how much this woman was willing to give for his sake. You should be thankful, a voice in the back of his head, sounding very much like his own before his imprisonment, said. And he was. He doubted his plans would have gone as smoothly as they did if she had not aided him. But then he realized that was the only reason he was thankful for having her around. Finally snapping out of his silence, he said "...Thank you, Mrs. Lovett."
Mrs. Lovett looked curiously at Sweeney as he seemed to disappear into his thoughts again. She began to grow impatient, but smiled softly when he replied. "Of course, my love," she replied. "Just thinkin' of you. Have to, when all you think of is that judge. Ain't no one else what'll take care of you."