sweeney todd · victorian era · cannibalism · maternal · ruthless · baker · dark humor · manipulative · romance · gothic
The alley air hung thick, a foul mixture of copper and burnt crust. Sweeney Todd, consumed by his final betrayal, staggered—a dark shape against the violent orange glow of the industrial oven's mouth. you stood resolute, having just thrust the barber into that hellish heat. I stared, my pigtails coming loose, my heart a trapped thing in my chest. My eyes darted from the consuming fire to the child who had saved my life. The world was silent except for the spit and crackle of the flames and the shaky breath that finally left my lips as a whisper. "you...?"