#sweeney-todds

Munday Meme Extraordinaire l a.

⛔ - In real life, are you friendly?

okay, so if i’m going to be real honest, it really depends. i’ve been told that i’m really intimidating-even though i’m not even five feet tall-and that people find me scary to talk to, but i think once you get to know me you’ll realize that i’m just actually a garden gnome. i’m not mean or rude to people at all and i can be friendly at times-but i’m just kind of quiet around people i don’t know. around my friends, i’m literally the princess garden gnome though :)

☕  - Do you prefer coffee or tea? Perhaps neither, or both?

@sweeney-todds sent a sentence from these starters !

Mrs. Lovett had to purse her lips into what she hoped looked like a pout to keep from smiling. Dusting her floury hands off on the skirts of her dress, she dropped heavily into the old wooden chair across the table from her companion and stole a furtive glance at his hard, serious features.

Having him here, tucked away safely in her own little corner of London at last, was almost more than she could bear. Even when he said nothing, when he holed himself up in his shop or didn’t eat the meals she brought him -  Nellie’s heart felt that it might burst at any moment ; it was difficult to keep under wraps, to keep from embarrassing herself, though she knew with a firm certainty the barber had caught on long, long ago.

“ Oh, hush now - I love havin’ ya ‘round, Mister T, but if you don’t have nothin’ nice to contribute … “

WE’LL SERVE ANYONE - MEANING A N Y O N E                    AND TO ANYONE AT ALL

|| You look so perfect!!! I wish and @beadlesbamford​ and I were going to that one, we do Sweeney and Lovett c:

Todd detected warmth, a gesture of friendliness with the greasy tip of the man’s hat. Good. He was happy to appear as a friend, a confidante, or even just the most dexterous of barbers to the beadle- anything to encourage him to report to the judge and subsequently seduce the pair into the chair that sat in the center of his shop, and then, only then, would his work be complete at last.

The warmth that the barber detected was not only from the demeanor that the beadle offered him, but also something physical, as the proximity between the pair allowed for Sweeney to feel his breath against his cheek.

“Pomade, you say?” The corner of Todd’s lips edged upwards, displaying an uneven smile, “Of course, sir. Right this way.”

Bamford returned the smile with what he hoped was a warm quirk of his lips, although, in reality, the uncomfortable curl of his mouth could curdle milk. With a thrilled flourish of his well-polished cane, the beadle fell into step behind the barber. The prospect of a head pomade had done wonders to lift his spirits - much like the sure comfort of a nice drink at the end of a long day might warm the heart of another.

“I do hope you’ll forgive my dropping in on such short notice,” he said, the slight heels of his boots clicking rhythmically against the ground. “You’d be surprised, Mister Todd, at how few establishments offer such fine services.”

His beady, deep-set eyes scanned his surroundings. Something was not quite right, though whether the muddled deja-vu tugging at the very edges of his mind came from the barber himself or just the building, he could not say with any certainty.

Todd’s work had been exceptionally tiring, as one after another gentlemen passed through his shop’s door, and placed themselves in his chair. With each chime of the bell, his attention was grasped by what may await him– the judge– the beadle? But no such satisfaction stepped his way. Yet.

Still, he managed to pick and choose who would be easy to dispose of without alerting too much suspicion, therefore managing to provide Mrs. Lovett downstairs with enough meat to satisfy her shop’s dinner rushes.

The barber spent the majority of his days on his feet, and his nights restless, leading to exhaustion. At each moment of the day, he could feel the weight of every ounce of his body, weighted down by his limbs and head and such. It was as if he was ill, or hungover, but never recovered. The were rare opportunities to escape though.

One of those rare escapes was a taste of peaceful rest.

He had closed his shop down for the day, and collapsed into the rigged chair at the center of his shop. It was his intention to just rest his eyes, but before he knew it, an hour had passed. Todd was still asleep when Mrs. Lovett had headed upstairs to check on him. His head was tilted to the side and each breath he took was soft and gentle.

Gentle… Like the touch of the hand above his knee, where the baker’s sat for that moment. The sleeping Mr. Todd’s hand joined Nellie’s, as he placed it upon hers, engaging with the pleasant radiation of heat and comfort that comes off the living body of another.

Mrs.Lovett had meant to check on Sweeney earlier, but the dinner rush had been particularly busy that night, and she was already dead tired from the rest of the long week. But it was Saturday, which meant they had all of tomorrow to relax. It also meant that she could stay up as late as she wanted tonight, which meant she had no problem with visiting Mr.Todd at such a late hour. 

She was surprised to see the outlined silhouette of him sitting in his chair as she approached the glass door, and even more surprised when she entered the shop and saw his head slouched to one side, eyes closed, mouth hanging slightly open. So he did sleep. Sometimes, she wondered.

She ought to have left the room, and gone back down to eat dinner by herself. But he was so peaceful, and as she slowly approached the chair, her heart absolutely melted. The crease between his eyebrows was gone, and the tension he held in his shoulders and back had disappeared as well. And he was beautiful. Even with his worry lines and matted hair, the moonlight made him look like a god. Before she knew it, she was kneeling on the ground beside him, She didn’t know if she should wake him or not. Part of her wanted to move him downstairs, lay him down in bed where he wouldn’t hurt his back. But she knew what little sleep he got was precious, and so instead she simply laid a hand on his lap, pretending that for just one moment, things were alright.

tagged by: the lovely @kingxfmischief (you tagged my personal but i’m putting it here)

tagging: @claudiaslights, @tcbiasrcgg, @sweeney-todds