Damaged 2/?
Title: Damaged
Chapter: 2/?
Authors: cutiepie_jordie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Themes, murder, blood (duh), rape, abuse...
Pairings: Sweeney/OOC
Summary: Sweeney is a damaged man. Jasmine is a damaged woman. Turpin has hurt them both. Can they put both their damaged heart's together to heal their souls?
Disclaimer: They’re not mine.
Jasmine tried to act intrigued as the Beadle spoke with her husband and her. Her head was killing her. While walking to the square, Robert had pulled her hair, yelling at her for walking to fast. The back of her head hurt along with the soreness on her cheek and around her eye.
“I say my dear, what happened to your pretty lil’ face?” Bamford questioned in his greasy voice as he looked at her with a greedy eye. Jasmine opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by her husband.
“Ahh, my dear Jasmine seemed to have had a bit of an accident again. She seemed to have tripped over her nightgown last night coming up the stairs.” Spoke up Robert, as if it was really just an accident, like it had been all the other times. Jasmine had to look away or he would have seen the rage in her eyes.
“Must be more careful missy, next time ye’ll end up breakin’ your prett’ie lil’ neck.” The Beadle responded pushing past her to join the growing crowd. Robert quickly followed suit, trying to find an open spot whilst dragging Jasmine with him.
They found a vacant space next to a very odd looking couple. The man next to her had a cold air about him. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. The dark rings around his eyes and his skin gave him a harsh, weathered look. He looked like a tortured soul that had been brought back to life again. As she was inspecting him, he turned his gaze to her, immediately causing her to look away.
Sweeney was the one caught staring now. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Oh how she looked like his dear Lucy so many years ago. Jasmine felt his gaze upon her and turned her head to meet his eyes. Sweeney’s gaze dropped from her hair to her eyes.
Her eyes were the same vibrant green that Lucy’s were. Jasmine felt embarrassed as he stared at her eyes. She knew he was staring at the swollen purple around her eyes. She turned her away from him with a humph.
Sweeney turned his head back to the stage as their eye contact was broken abruptly by her somewhat aggravated sigh.
A young boy entered upon the stage carrying a hand held drum, banging away to the tempo. Catching everybody’s attention as shopping customers quickly gathered around the stage to fill it even more, he quickly set the instrument down and began to sing:
“Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention, perlease? Do you wake every morning in shame and despair to discover your pillow is covered with hair? Wot ought not to be there? Well, ladies and gentlemen, from now on you can waken at ease. You need never again have a worry or care, I will show you a miracle marvelous rare. Gentlemen, you are about to see something wot rose from the dead!”
The young boy gave a smirk to the crowd. “On the top of my head!” He cried as he threw off his hat, revealing a mountain of hair, which cascaded to his shoulders. The crowd chimed in with a laugh from everyone except Mr. Sweeney Todd.
The boy sang his tune to the mass, convincing crowd members to by this so-called ‘Pirelli’s Miracle Elixir’. Bottles were being passed around left and right. The man who was standing next to her made comments quite loud about how the stuff ‘smelled like piss and looked like piss’. Jasmine couldn’t agree even more when he passed the bottle to her.
“This is piss, piss with ink.” The dark man exclaimed to himself and the crowd as well. Robert grabbed the bottle from her hand as the young boy on stage sang louder to try and drown out the man’s comments.
“Let Pirelli’s activate your roots, sir--“
“Keep it off your boots, sir-- eats right through.” replied the man next to Jasmine again.
“Yes, get Pirelli’s! Use a bottle of it! Ladies seem to love it-“
“Flies do too!” finished the woman next to his side.
The curtains upon the stage opened with a flash as a very bizarre looking man stepped out. A flamboyant looking man wearing a blue velvet suit along with a top hat was posed on him body. He smiled his dazzling smile to the crowd. He announced himself as ‘Adolfo Pirelli’ in an extreme Italian accent.
“And I, da so-famous Pirelli, I wish-a to know-a who has-a da nerve-a to say my elixir is piss! Who says dis?” He spat at the crowd of people.
Jasmine looked to the man next to her to see how he would react. To her surprise, he didn’t move a muscle in his face.
“I do” Todd spoke, boldly moving forward through the throng of people. “I am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli’s elixir, and I say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud, concocted from piss and ink.” The crowd gasps.
Jasmine’s eyes widened at his bold move and words. She quickly filled up his empty space, pulling away from Robert to get a better look. Pirelli is outraged and prepares to respond, but Sweeney wasn’t finished.
“And furthermore-“signore”-I have serviced no kings, yet I wager I can shave a cheek with ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank.” Sweeney snapped open his razor case, retrieving them from their holster. He brings the razors above his head and displays them to the crowd. “You see these razors?”
“The finest in England” piped up the woman next to Jasmine, speaking to the crowd.
“I lay them against five pounds you are no match for me. You hear me, sir? Either accept my challenge or reveal yourself as a sham.” Todd continued. The crowd whispered about as Pirelli studied the razors for a moment, then turning towards the crowd with a confident smile.
“You hear zis foolish man? Watch and see how he will regret his folly!” Pirelli shouted to the crowd as he threw his cape to the young boy at his side.
“Whose for a free shave?” Todd announces to the crowd of eager viewers. Two men quickly clambered to the stage. A plain chair is brought for Mr. Todd. “Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?” he spoke looking at Bamford with a devilish smirk upon his lips.
This shocked Jasmine, she had never even seen this man in her life, but apparently he knew Beadle. The Beadle moved towards Todd as a gasp came from Jasmine’s left neighbor. A look of worry was on the woman’s face as the Beadle approached the stage.
“Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors.” He exclaimed eying Sweeney. Robert clapped his appreciation, noticing Jasmine had snuck away from his arm. He quickly pulled her back to his side. “Let the challenge commence!”
Todd and Pirelli prepared their guests: Pirelli with his fancy bib, and Todd with his plain towel around the mans necks.
“Ready?” asked the Beadle.
“Ready!” Pirelli exclaimed.
“Ready.” spoke Todd quietly.
“The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner!” shrieked Bamford, blowing his shrill whistle.
Mr. Todd, Jasmine noted, was taking his time and was still stropping his razor while Pirelli was already attending to the mans stubble. Pirelli, seeing as he can take his time, starts to entertain the crowd with a song, seeing that Sweeney was still leisurely stropping his blade.
“It take-a da skill, It take-a da brains, It take-a da will to take-a da pains, It take-a da peace, It take-a da graaaaace…” While Pirelli held the note elaborately, Todd, with a few deft strokes, quickly lathers his man’s face, shaves him and signals the Beadle to examine him.
“The winner is Todd!” he shouted, after blowing his whistle.
Jasmine clapped for Mr. Todd along with the crowd, not even knowing the man, but knew that she loved any man who could put shame to a brute like Pirelli. The woman that was with Mr. Todd rushed towards the stage.
“Sir, I bow to a skill far defter than my own.” Stated Pirelli, bowing profoundly.
“The five pounds” Todd responded, not in the least bit moved by Pirelli’s gracious bow.
“Here, sir… May the good Lord smile on you-“ Pirelli handed Todd the money with a hint of a smile. “--Until we meet again.” He bowed his head, and moved away beckoning to the boy. Without warning, Pirelli slaps the boy viciously across the face. He almost falls. “Quickly!”
Robert quickly pulled Jasmine (making her head swim with the quick movement) to gather around Mr. Todd, along with the Beadle.
“Mr. Todd, sir, do you an establishment of your own?” Robert asked with a fake smile.
“He certainly does. Sweeney Todd’s Tonsorial Parlor - above my shop, Mrs. Lovett’s Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.” The woman broke in. Todd ignored her reply, focusing on the Beadle.
“I thank you for your honest adjudication, sir. You are a paragon of integrity.” Mr. Todd said with an evil smile. Jasmine rolled her eyes as she saw the Beadle bask in his moment of glory.
“Well, I try to do my best for my friends and neighbors… Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say?” the Beadle replied, cocky.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, Mr. Todd, you will surely see me there before the week is out.”
“You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and I guarantee to give you, without a penny’s charge, the closest shave you will ever know.”
Chapter: 2/?
Authors: cutiepie_jordie
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual Themes, murder, blood (duh), rape, abuse...
Pairings: Sweeney/OOC
Summary: Sweeney is a damaged man. Jasmine is a damaged woman. Turpin has hurt them both. Can they put both their damaged heart's together to heal their souls?
Disclaimer: They’re not mine.
Jasmine tried to act intrigued as the Beadle spoke with her husband and her. Her head was killing her. While walking to the square, Robert had pulled her hair, yelling at her for walking to fast. The back of her head hurt along with the soreness on her cheek and around her eye.
“I say my dear, what happened to your pretty lil’ face?” Bamford questioned in his greasy voice as he looked at her with a greedy eye. Jasmine opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by her husband.
“Ahh, my dear Jasmine seemed to have had a bit of an accident again. She seemed to have tripped over her nightgown last night coming up the stairs.” Spoke up Robert, as if it was really just an accident, like it had been all the other times. Jasmine had to look away or he would have seen the rage in her eyes.
“Must be more careful missy, next time ye’ll end up breakin’ your prett’ie lil’ neck.” The Beadle responded pushing past her to join the growing crowd. Robert quickly followed suit, trying to find an open spot whilst dragging Jasmine with him.
They found a vacant space next to a very odd looking couple. The man next to her had a cold air about him. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. The dark rings around his eyes and his skin gave him a harsh, weathered look. He looked like a tortured soul that had been brought back to life again. As she was inspecting him, he turned his gaze to her, immediately causing her to look away.
Sweeney was the one caught staring now. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Oh how she looked like his dear Lucy so many years ago. Jasmine felt his gaze upon her and turned her head to meet his eyes. Sweeney’s gaze dropped from her hair to her eyes.
Her eyes were the same vibrant green that Lucy’s were. Jasmine felt embarrassed as he stared at her eyes. She knew he was staring at the swollen purple around her eyes. She turned her away from him with a humph.
Sweeney turned his head back to the stage as their eye contact was broken abruptly by her somewhat aggravated sigh.
A young boy entered upon the stage carrying a hand held drum, banging away to the tempo. Catching everybody’s attention as shopping customers quickly gathered around the stage to fill it even more, he quickly set the instrument down and began to sing:
“Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention, perlease? Do you wake every morning in shame and despair to discover your pillow is covered with hair? Wot ought not to be there? Well, ladies and gentlemen, from now on you can waken at ease. You need never again have a worry or care, I will show you a miracle marvelous rare. Gentlemen, you are about to see something wot rose from the dead!”
The young boy gave a smirk to the crowd. “On the top of my head!” He cried as he threw off his hat, revealing a mountain of hair, which cascaded to his shoulders. The crowd chimed in with a laugh from everyone except Mr. Sweeney Todd.
The boy sang his tune to the mass, convincing crowd members to by this so-called ‘Pirelli’s Miracle Elixir’. Bottles were being passed around left and right. The man who was standing next to her made comments quite loud about how the stuff ‘smelled like piss and looked like piss’. Jasmine couldn’t agree even more when he passed the bottle to her.
“This is piss, piss with ink.” The dark man exclaimed to himself and the crowd as well. Robert grabbed the bottle from her hand as the young boy on stage sang louder to try and drown out the man’s comments.
“Let Pirelli’s activate your roots, sir--“
“Keep it off your boots, sir-- eats right through.” replied the man next to Jasmine again.
“Yes, get Pirelli’s! Use a bottle of it! Ladies seem to love it-“
“Flies do too!” finished the woman next to his side.
The curtains upon the stage opened with a flash as a very bizarre looking man stepped out. A flamboyant looking man wearing a blue velvet suit along with a top hat was posed on him body. He smiled his dazzling smile to the crowd. He announced himself as ‘Adolfo Pirelli’ in an extreme Italian accent.
“And I, da so-famous Pirelli, I wish-a to know-a who has-a da nerve-a to say my elixir is piss! Who says dis?” He spat at the crowd of people.
Jasmine looked to the man next to her to see how he would react. To her surprise, he didn’t move a muscle in his face.
“I do” Todd spoke, boldly moving forward through the throng of people. “I am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli’s elixir, and I say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud, concocted from piss and ink.” The crowd gasps.
Jasmine’s eyes widened at his bold move and words. She quickly filled up his empty space, pulling away from Robert to get a better look. Pirelli is outraged and prepares to respond, but Sweeney wasn’t finished.
“And furthermore-“signore”-I have serviced no kings, yet I wager I can shave a cheek with ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank.” Sweeney snapped open his razor case, retrieving them from their holster. He brings the razors above his head and displays them to the crowd. “You see these razors?”
“The finest in England” piped up the woman next to Jasmine, speaking to the crowd.
“I lay them against five pounds you are no match for me. You hear me, sir? Either accept my challenge or reveal yourself as a sham.” Todd continued. The crowd whispered about as Pirelli studied the razors for a moment, then turning towards the crowd with a confident smile.
“You hear zis foolish man? Watch and see how he will regret his folly!” Pirelli shouted to the crowd as he threw his cape to the young boy at his side.
“Whose for a free shave?” Todd announces to the crowd of eager viewers. Two men quickly clambered to the stage. A plain chair is brought for Mr. Todd. “Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?” he spoke looking at Bamford with a devilish smirk upon his lips.
This shocked Jasmine, she had never even seen this man in her life, but apparently he knew Beadle. The Beadle moved towards Todd as a gasp came from Jasmine’s left neighbor. A look of worry was on the woman’s face as the Beadle approached the stage.
“Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors.” He exclaimed eying Sweeney. Robert clapped his appreciation, noticing Jasmine had snuck away from his arm. He quickly pulled her back to his side. “Let the challenge commence!”
Todd and Pirelli prepared their guests: Pirelli with his fancy bib, and Todd with his plain towel around the mans necks.
“Ready?” asked the Beadle.
“Ready!” Pirelli exclaimed.
“Ready.” spoke Todd quietly.
“The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner!” shrieked Bamford, blowing his shrill whistle.
Mr. Todd, Jasmine noted, was taking his time and was still stropping his razor while Pirelli was already attending to the mans stubble. Pirelli, seeing as he can take his time, starts to entertain the crowd with a song, seeing that Sweeney was still leisurely stropping his blade.
“It take-a da skill, It take-a da brains, It take-a da will to take-a da pains, It take-a da peace, It take-a da graaaaace…” While Pirelli held the note elaborately, Todd, with a few deft strokes, quickly lathers his man’s face, shaves him and signals the Beadle to examine him.
“The winner is Todd!” he shouted, after blowing his whistle.
Jasmine clapped for Mr. Todd along with the crowd, not even knowing the man, but knew that she loved any man who could put shame to a brute like Pirelli. The woman that was with Mr. Todd rushed towards the stage.
“Sir, I bow to a skill far defter than my own.” Stated Pirelli, bowing profoundly.
“The five pounds” Todd responded, not in the least bit moved by Pirelli’s gracious bow.
“Here, sir… May the good Lord smile on you-“ Pirelli handed Todd the money with a hint of a smile. “--Until we meet again.” He bowed his head, and moved away beckoning to the boy. Without warning, Pirelli slaps the boy viciously across the face. He almost falls. “Quickly!”
Robert quickly pulled Jasmine (making her head swim with the quick movement) to gather around Mr. Todd, along with the Beadle.
“Mr. Todd, sir, do you an establishment of your own?” Robert asked with a fake smile.
“He certainly does. Sweeney Todd’s Tonsorial Parlor - above my shop, Mrs. Lovett’s Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.” The woman broke in. Todd ignored her reply, focusing on the Beadle.
“I thank you for your honest adjudication, sir. You are a paragon of integrity.” Mr. Todd said with an evil smile. Jasmine rolled her eyes as she saw the Beadle bask in his moment of glory.
“Well, I try to do my best for my friends and neighbors… Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say?” the Beadle replied, cocky.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then, Mr. Todd, you will surely see me there before the week is out.”
“You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and I guarantee to give you, without a penny’s charge, the closest shave you will ever know.”