ST fic: Clytemnestra Complex (Sweeney/Lovett, PG-13, 1/1)
Title: Clytemnestra Complex
Author: shyaway
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sweeney/Lovett … after a fashion
Disclaimer: Not mine. Used without permission or remuneration but with as much love and respect as Sweeney has for his friends.
Summary: "The driving force behind erotomania is not love but hatred." An alternate ending.
Warnings: blood, language, general creepiness
It’s not my fault you killed your silly wife.
There you sit, holding that ninny as if she was the most precious thing on earth. What did she ever do to help you? Did she wait for you, did she risk execution for you, did she save those fucking razors for you? I could have made myself very comfortable by selling them, you know. I wish I had. Then there would have been nothing to distract you from me.
Now I suppose you’re going to be angry that I didn’t tell you about her. Well, what you’ve never grasped, Mr T, is that you’re not hers. You’re mine. And I don’t share.
I don’t think now that you’ll ever understand that. Look at you still cradling her. Things aren’t going to turn out the way I wanted, so I’m just going to have to salvage what I can. You always liked that about me, remember? You loved it when I was practical and made the best of things.
You don’t even notice when I pick up the razor - there is something can distract you from them! It’s just a shame it wasn’t me - and when I sink it in you’re as quiet as ever you were when I told you how much I loved you and that we were going to get married, except now - there, it’s all over, just like you wanted - you’re compliant. I can take her from your arms and hold you in mine, just like I always wanted. If only you had let me, we wouldn’t have come to this.
You look so peaceful, it’s as if I have my Benjamin back again.
There’s a lot of red everywhere - see, love, your favourite colour - and I think that I’ll never be able to mop it all up. You don’t mind if I don’t, you like the sight of it, and I don’t mind either, anything to please you. I only cleaned it up for the look of the thing. It wouldn’t do for Toby or a customer to see it.
I wonder where Toby’s got to…
Author: shyaway
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sweeney/Lovett … after a fashion
Disclaimer: Not mine. Used without permission or remuneration but with as much love and respect as Sweeney has for his friends.
Summary: "The driving force behind erotomania is not love but hatred." An alternate ending.
Warnings: blood, language, general creepiness
It’s not my fault you killed your silly wife.
There you sit, holding that ninny as if she was the most precious thing on earth. What did she ever do to help you? Did she wait for you, did she risk execution for you, did she save those fucking razors for you? I could have made myself very comfortable by selling them, you know. I wish I had. Then there would have been nothing to distract you from me.
Now I suppose you’re going to be angry that I didn’t tell you about her. Well, what you’ve never grasped, Mr T, is that you’re not hers. You’re mine. And I don’t share.
I don’t think now that you’ll ever understand that. Look at you still cradling her. Things aren’t going to turn out the way I wanted, so I’m just going to have to salvage what I can. You always liked that about me, remember? You loved it when I was practical and made the best of things.
You don’t even notice when I pick up the razor - there is something can distract you from them! It’s just a shame it wasn’t me - and when I sink it in you’re as quiet as ever you were when I told you how much I loved you and that we were going to get married, except now - there, it’s all over, just like you wanted - you’re compliant. I can take her from your arms and hold you in mine, just like I always wanted. If only you had let me, we wouldn’t have come to this.
You look so peaceful, it’s as if I have my Benjamin back again.
There’s a lot of red everywhere - see, love, your favourite colour - and I think that I’ll never be able to mop it all up. You don’t mind if I don’t, you like the sight of it, and I don’t mind either, anything to please you. I only cleaned it up for the look of the thing. It wouldn’t do for Toby or a customer to see it.
I wonder where Toby’s got to…