Life is for the alive
"Mrs. Lovett," he said turning suddenly, and for a moment she thought for sure he was going to reach out and harm her. Strike her even. "You bloody wonder, eminently practical, and yet appropriate as always. As you've said, repeatedly, there's little point in dwelling on the past..."
Even with his words and her rising hope, her fear and guilt of having been caught in her own woven and ill conceived fallacy were enough to dampen the lifting spirits within her. She should have known better. She'd thought telling him Lucy was dead was the best to say, but she'd been wrong. He knew, knew that she'd just been mad and begging, and his anguish would be stronger than ever. She moved away, her back hitting the brick wall. Staring, her heart thrumming rapidly beneath her breast, she met his gaze that glittered hotly like burning coals and was framed by streams of scarlet; the Judge's blood. Barely cooled, and likely still warm upon his face. She wanted to believe him, so deeply, and as she gazed into that blood streaked face, she opened her eyes to that, yes, perhaps, he was honest. That he did understand what she'd done had been for the best, and had been out of love. Love for him, a love she doubted he'd ever understand the true intensity of. It burned so hotly, more so than the fire of the furnace, more so than the fire in his eyes as he thought of the judge and his crimes against the Barker family.
"Do you mean it? Everything I did, I swear, I thought was only for the best. Believe me, can we still be, married?" Her heart beat faster, and there was a warning somewhere in the back of her mind, a warning like a little boy's voice: Demons'll charm you with a smile...
But the warning was pushed away, Mr. Todd was pulling her into his arms, their voices mingling perfectly and bouncing back off the walls of the bake room as they waltzed and she knew it was just as it should be. His hand warm in her own, his skin burning heatedly through her dress and against her as they moved, him circling her, turning her, the fire of the oven nearly blistering their bodies as their feet stirred the air and blew golden hairs back from the ashen face of dead little Lucy, the poor fool. Poor fool, she'd tried to keep her away, tried to make her unwelcome and keep her from getting too close. But look where she was now, on the floor, nothing more than a stiffening corpse by her husband's hand.
But that didn't matter. Benjamin Barker was no longer the husband of Lucy Barker. He was Sweeney Todd, and he was in love with poor widowed Mrs. Lovett now.
"The history of the world my pet, is learn forgiveness and try to forget. And life is for the alive, my dear, so let's keep living it, just keep living it, really living it!"
"Oh Mr. Todd, ooh Mr. Todd, leave it to me. Don't you see, Mr. Todd, We'll be comfy cozy, you and me Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosey. Just keep living it, really living it--" She beamed radiantly, her heart nearly bursting with the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her with glory and happiness.
"Really living it!
"Just keep living it!"
"REALLY LIVING IT!"
It was only when it was too late that she saw his face change. It'd been so close to her own, spinning with the light of the oven fire playing off of the blood and the coals of his eyes, so close, so warm, near enough to reach out and touch his bloodied cheek to the palm of her hand. It'd been so glad, so affectionate, so enthusiastic and all for her, but within a moment it shifted and changed, a snarl twisting his lips and she saw it as it happened, feeling detached. His hold grew hard and painful as his teeth appeared, turning his scarlet streaked face into a twisted creature, a feeding beast haloed by fire and brimstone. And then he pushed her, shoving her away from his embrace into the blazing flames with the light catching his eyes in a way that made the coals disappear and fire burn hungrily.
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while...
She screamed, the searing heat enveloping her and her eyes squeezing shut, waiting for the flames to devour her in a murderous embrace, to char the flesh from her bones and leave her nothing more than a smoldering ash. But as she reopened her eyes, she was met with darkness, not the eyes of her love and killer, cramped darkness that only lasted a split second before she was falling, her back pressed again warmed but not burning metal and she was tumbling from a cramped space with her skirts tangling her legs and her lower back and buttocks hitting the floor hard.
For a long moment, all she could do was to look up unto a brightly lightened ceiling of a room and breathe, her fingers brushing over the smooth fabric of her skirt to feel for the flames she was sure should be there.
She nearly expected firey eyes to be gazing hatefully back at her, but there was nothing but a simple ceiling and lights so bright compared to the dim bake house that she saw spots.
"Really living it." She murmured to herself dazedly, an arm lifting heavily to press the warm back of her hand to her cheek, the bloodied touch of another still tingling the skin with a fierce grip and prickling heat.
[[Mrs. Lovett just tumbled out of the kitchen oven. Catch her falling out or lying on the floor in a daze. First couple tags can explain but feel free to have your pup find her sitting at the table looking disoriented and already enlightened. ST/LT welcome. <3]]
Even with his words and her rising hope, her fear and guilt of having been caught in her own woven and ill conceived fallacy were enough to dampen the lifting spirits within her. She should have known better. She'd thought telling him Lucy was dead was the best to say, but she'd been wrong. He knew, knew that she'd just been mad and begging, and his anguish would be stronger than ever. She moved away, her back hitting the brick wall. Staring, her heart thrumming rapidly beneath her breast, she met his gaze that glittered hotly like burning coals and was framed by streams of scarlet; the Judge's blood. Barely cooled, and likely still warm upon his face. She wanted to believe him, so deeply, and as she gazed into that blood streaked face, she opened her eyes to that, yes, perhaps, he was honest. That he did understand what she'd done had been for the best, and had been out of love. Love for him, a love she doubted he'd ever understand the true intensity of. It burned so hotly, more so than the fire of the furnace, more so than the fire in his eyes as he thought of the judge and his crimes against the Barker family.
"Do you mean it? Everything I did, I swear, I thought was only for the best. Believe me, can we still be, married?" Her heart beat faster, and there was a warning somewhere in the back of her mind, a warning like a little boy's voice: Demons'll charm you with a smile...
But the warning was pushed away, Mr. Todd was pulling her into his arms, their voices mingling perfectly and bouncing back off the walls of the bake room as they waltzed and she knew it was just as it should be. His hand warm in her own, his skin burning heatedly through her dress and against her as they moved, him circling her, turning her, the fire of the oven nearly blistering their bodies as their feet stirred the air and blew golden hairs back from the ashen face of dead little Lucy, the poor fool. Poor fool, she'd tried to keep her away, tried to make her unwelcome and keep her from getting too close. But look where she was now, on the floor, nothing more than a stiffening corpse by her husband's hand.
But that didn't matter. Benjamin Barker was no longer the husband of Lucy Barker. He was Sweeney Todd, and he was in love with poor widowed Mrs. Lovett now.
"The history of the world my pet, is learn forgiveness and try to forget. And life is for the alive, my dear, so let's keep living it, just keep living it, really living it!"
"Oh Mr. Todd, ooh Mr. Todd, leave it to me. Don't you see, Mr. Todd, We'll be comfy cozy, you and me Mr. Todd, where there's no one nosey. Just keep living it, really living it--" She beamed radiantly, her heart nearly bursting with the raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm her with glory and happiness.
"Really living it!
"Just keep living it!"
"REALLY LIVING IT!"
It was only when it was too late that she saw his face change. It'd been so close to her own, spinning with the light of the oven fire playing off of the blood and the coals of his eyes, so close, so warm, near enough to reach out and touch his bloodied cheek to the palm of her hand. It'd been so glad, so affectionate, so enthusiastic and all for her, but within a moment it shifted and changed, a snarl twisting his lips and she saw it as it happened, feeling detached. His hold grew hard and painful as his teeth appeared, turning his scarlet streaked face into a twisted creature, a feeding beast haloed by fire and brimstone. And then he pushed her, shoving her away from his embrace into the blazing flames with the light catching his eyes in a way that made the coals disappear and fire burn hungrily.
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while...
She screamed, the searing heat enveloping her and her eyes squeezing shut, waiting for the flames to devour her in a murderous embrace, to char the flesh from her bones and leave her nothing more than a smoldering ash. But as she reopened her eyes, she was met with darkness, not the eyes of her love and killer, cramped darkness that only lasted a split second before she was falling, her back pressed again warmed but not burning metal and she was tumbling from a cramped space with her skirts tangling her legs and her lower back and buttocks hitting the floor hard.
For a long moment, all she could do was to look up unto a brightly lightened ceiling of a room and breathe, her fingers brushing over the smooth fabric of her skirt to feel for the flames she was sure should be there.
She nearly expected firey eyes to be gazing hatefully back at her, but there was nothing but a simple ceiling and lights so bright compared to the dim bake house that she saw spots.
"Really living it." She murmured to herself dazedly, an arm lifting heavily to press the warm back of her hand to her cheek, the bloodied touch of another still tingling the skin with a fierce grip and prickling heat.
[[Mrs. Lovett just tumbled out of the kitchen oven. Catch her falling out or lying on the floor in a daze. First couple tags can explain but feel free to have your pup find her sitting at the table looking disoriented and already enlightened. ST/LT welcome. <3]]