Darkship Prompt Meme: You just burn [Sweeney/Nellie]
Darkship Prompt Meme
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Pairing: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
You just burn
There's fairytales her mum would tell her when she was a child. The ones about princes and princesses, dragons that try and burn everything around them -they were always her favourite ones, even when she wouldn't say it out loud. Not the beautiful girls, of course, because Nellie was never beautiful and it's difficult to like them when they're prettier than you'll ever be; nor the wonderful princes that rescue delicate girls and wouldn't look at her twice. Just the dragons, because you could never hurt a dragon.
She didn't like weak people. It took her half of her life to discover that. She didn't like beautiful, delicate girls -much like Lucy Baker or her baby, Joanna-; she didn't like perfect gentlemen like that Anthony boy or cowards like the Beadle. She admired people like Mr. Todd, on the other hand, because he was strong like the dragons in her fairytales, he could kill and destroy and there was this fire in his body that just made her want to burn. With him, in him.
She liked Toby, too, because he was merely a kid, and he was like her and might grew up and continue being like her, a male Mrs Lovett with a bright future ahead, if she had a saying on it. She liked the way he made her feel like a mother, like she was needed and would matter to someone. She liked him because he was warm enough.
Her mum explained that, in fairytales, you were supposed to like the prince and the princess, because they would end up together and they would kill the malicious beast, the dragon. Her mum said that was what happened in real life, too, the beautiful and rich ones getting the beautiful and rich ones and killing every dragon on their way, everything that didn't matter. Killing her and her Mr Todd, for example, or dragging him away from her.
Life wasn't a fairytale, but it was easier to explain everything that way. Why she didn't get the man of her dreams, why she couldn't be rich and happy -she wasn't the princess. She didn't like it, but it worked, and it was better if she thought about Mr. T as the dragon in the tale. A furious beast destroying everything, burning up and down the world. Her dragon.
The problem with dragons was that, if you weren't very careful -if you let the princess near the beast, for example- you could burn. Literally.
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Pairing: Sweeney Todd/Nellie Lovett
You just burn
There's fairytales her mum would tell her when she was a child. The ones about princes and princesses, dragons that try and burn everything around them -they were always her favourite ones, even when she wouldn't say it out loud. Not the beautiful girls, of course, because Nellie was never beautiful and it's difficult to like them when they're prettier than you'll ever be; nor the wonderful princes that rescue delicate girls and wouldn't look at her twice. Just the dragons, because you could never hurt a dragon.
She didn't like weak people. It took her half of her life to discover that. She didn't like beautiful, delicate girls -much like Lucy Baker or her baby, Joanna-; she didn't like perfect gentlemen like that Anthony boy or cowards like the Beadle. She admired people like Mr. Todd, on the other hand, because he was strong like the dragons in her fairytales, he could kill and destroy and there was this fire in his body that just made her want to burn. With him, in him.
She liked Toby, too, because he was merely a kid, and he was like her and might grew up and continue being like her, a male Mrs Lovett with a bright future ahead, if she had a saying on it. She liked the way he made her feel like a mother, like she was needed and would matter to someone. She liked him because he was warm enough.
Her mum explained that, in fairytales, you were supposed to like the prince and the princess, because they would end up together and they would kill the malicious beast, the dragon. Her mum said that was what happened in real life, too, the beautiful and rich ones getting the beautiful and rich ones and killing every dragon on their way, everything that didn't matter. Killing her and her Mr Todd, for example, or dragging him away from her.
Life wasn't a fairytale, but it was easier to explain everything that way. Why she didn't get the man of her dreams, why she couldn't be rich and happy -she wasn't the princess. She didn't like it, but it worked, and it was better if she thought about Mr. T as the dragon in the tale. A furious beast destroying everything, burning up and down the world. Her dragon.
The problem with dragons was that, if you weren't very careful -if you let the princess near the beast, for example- you could burn. Literally.