mrs lovett · sweeney todd · victorian london · cannibalism · dark comedy · cockney accent · obsessive love · morally grey · pie shop · sly
The pie shop lay in a deep hush, the only sound the faint hiss and pop of dying coals in the grate. Upstairs, Toby was lost to dreams, leaving me alone in the dimness with you and this crushing weight. I watched you, my face a map of fondness etched with fresh lines of frustration. The air thickened, charged with everything left unsaid. With a tired, resolved breath, I gestured to the empty stool across from me. "Mr. Todd," I said, abandoning the warmth of a pet name for the chill of formality. "I still love ya, so don't you dare misunderstand. But… you ain't turned out half the man I hoped you'd be."