|Sweeney Todd Drabbles
Author: SHINeeGirl05 PM
Some drabbles from our beloved demon barber, our heartbroken pie maker, and some others;DRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Sweeney T. & Eleanor L. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,768 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 04-04-11 - Published: 02-14-11 - id: 6745844
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Any ideas are welcome, I hate writers block, argh! But anywho this is a cute little drabble about Valentines day;D
Note- These drabbles don't go in chronological order, they are completely random, the chapters don't go in order.
Mrs. Lovett walked through Fleet Street for once feeling an exquisite amount of happiness inside of her. It was Valentines Day. Of course she didn't expect much enthusiasm from the members of Fleet Street but still hoped so.
Feeble decorations were everywhere, not in a way that would make you excited but in a way that the store keepers were forced to put them up. But all the same there was love in the air. Mrs. Lovett drew her cloak tighter around her as she exited the boundaries of Fleet Street and walked on into a much happier town.
Here she was much happier, since there was more of an effort. There were sparkling hearts in the windows and sellers with chocolates for your love. Mrs. Lovett tore her eyes from all this and walked farther to the dough shop.
She bought some fresh dough along with a couple of raisins to add. She walked out smiling at a couple who were hugging each other happily. She continued walking and almost laughed with the excitement building inside of her.
She could imagine arriving at home with a candlelit dinner, a rose in the middle of the table and a beaming Sweeney, his hair gleaming, his smile loving.
She walked faster down the streets, eager to get back.
And he would hold her hand and pull back her chair so she could sit and she would smile delightedly at his chivalrous manner.
Her pace quickened and she couldn't help as her smile reappeared on her face.
He would pour her a glass of champagne and they would dine, ever so happily, laughing like the happiest couple on earth.
Her hand tightened on the bag with her groceries. She reached out a hand to stop a taxi and got in.
Then he would generously take all the dishes and come back a second later, with the rose between his lips. He would offer his hand and she would hold his hand with a blush.
Mrs. Lovett paid the fare and directed the driver back to Fleet Street.
Slow music would play and they would dance, quietly marveling at each other, gliding almost as if they were on clouds. He would spin her around and she would laugh. Then he would take the rose from between his teeth and stroke it across her face, the soft petals were the only thing she could feel besides him. She would close her eyes and he would lean in and press his lips lightly to hers.
Mrs. Lovett gasped as she realized they were back in Fleet Street. She hastily told the driver to stop, got out and blushed furiously. She turned the corner to the pie shop. But before that she noticed around the apothecary, that there was a stand with little Valentines Day gifts.
Before she knew it she was running to it and had already paid for a box of chocolates that each were in the shape of a heart and had pink frosting in the center of each one. She hid it behind her back when she stepped inside her shop. She set down the groceries, glanced at the box of chocolates, and grabbed them. She walked up to the shop, took a deep breath, hid her smile, and opened the door.
She came into something that was definitely not a romantic candlelit dinner. In fact there was a dead body sliding down the ramp of the chair and Sweeney, standing extremely bloody at its side. He kicked it once so it slid out of view and wiped his hands on his shirt.
Mrs. Lovett gaped a little but hid the chocolates farther behind her. He looked up and smirked. "Seventh one this day. Most of them, wanting to look decent for that stupid holiday. Volentimes Day or whatever.."
"Valentine's Day, Mr. T." she corrected. "And how is it stupid? My, its quite the opposite-"
"If you come back a year later you'll find all of these people with a different person." He muttered taking off his gloves.
"That's not true-"she began.
"Yes it is." He interrupted again. "Love has lost its meaning around here, this cruel earth." He glared around the room. "Not one of these people that trade their little gifts think they can live without the other person. None of them would care if the other died. "
"Wrong again. Of course they care, that's why they're trading gifts. To show their love."
"Rubbish." Interjected Mr. Todd.
"It is not; all of them dearly love each other and care." She said again, clutching the chocolates behind her back, tighter.
"If you see one of them that actually truly love the other, then tell me but I shall stick to what I said earlier; Its all a big waste, the girls will be widows before they know-" he stopped and looked up at Mrs. Lovett shocked at what he just said. She had frozen and kept her icy gaze at Mr. Todd. He hastily spoke.
"Nellie I didn't-"
"Yes… you did." she whispered. Her voice broke twice. She had angry tears in her eyes and tried to blink them away. She backed out into the doorway, ignoring him slowly walking to her with an apologetic expression, and whispered, letting the hurt and anger seep into her tone.
"If there ever was anyone who loved anyone more than I loved you," she began, tears escaping. "Let me know.."
She flung the box of chocolates at him and shut the door with a thunderous sound. She raced down the stairs and ran the whole way out of Fleet Street, crying and thinking.
Stupid Valentines Day…
This was horrible I know I had no other ideas and I hate having Sweeney as the bad guy, even though he didn't mean to bring back Mrs. Lovett's memories as a widow. When you review please offer me a suggestion on the next chapter:)