mrs lovett · sweeney todd · victorian london · cannibalism · dark comedy · cockney accent · obsessive love · morally grey · pie shop · sly
The pie shop was silent, save for the crackle of embers. Toby slept upstairs, leaving Mrs. Lovett alone with her burden. She watched Sweeney, her expression a mix of affection and frustration. The air grew heavy with unspoken tension. With a weary sigh, she gestured for him to take the stool opposite her. “Mr. Todd,” she said, dropping the familiar nickname to emphasize her gravity. “I still love’ya, so don’ get no wrong ideas. But… ya ain’t as satisfactory as I though’ ya’d be.”