💈💋sweeney todd x reader💋💈

💈💋He itroduces himself || Chapter 2 💋💈

Y/N-Your Name
Y/M/N- Your Middle Name
Y/L/N- Your Last Name
Y/E/C- Your Eye Colour

Fleet Street, we walked to the place so silently, yet our footsteps made just enough noise, splashes of puddles, tapping of our shoes on the dilapidated stone pavement. His unruly hair looked pretty from the back, a vein of white running through his raven black hair, he was so gorgeous.

We had reached the place, after not too much time, a pie shop. "Mrs Lovett's meat pies", a simple name, yet the shop looked eerie, chilling, yet it was warm. I turned on my heel to face to two men. Would I tell them that I knew the lady standing impatiently behind the counter of her pie shop? I had known her for a while, but many years back.. Where had all the time gone? It seemed like only moments ago, minutes, hours ago that I left for someplace new..

"Ma'am? Are you alright?" Anthony stated infront of me, concerned by my face. I hadn't noticed that I was facing them, my mind was elsewhere and they had probably noticed. "Oh yes, I'm terribly sorry sir." I stated, laughing lightly. Antony smiled briefly, Mr Todd flashed a swift side smile seconds after. "Generous of you to bring us here, ma'am." Mr Todd said, warmly. I smiled moderately, dazed by his look of sudden comfort, he seemed settled, he wore a relaxed smile for a moment or two. I had smiled back of course, Anthony had entered the shop already.

"I am sorry for not introducing myself to you yet ma'am. Of course you'd know my name, Sweeney Todd, I used to live somewhere around here.. But I uhm.. I was transported, 15 years ago. My wife Lucy and I, we had lived around here, we had a child.. My dear Johanna. I have recently returned to these streets, yet now I don't know them as well as I used to. Oh that was many years ago. I was a barber of skill, years ago, and I do hope to perform once more." He stated, I listened so carefully. His voice meant the world to me and I have only known of his existence for all of 30-40 minutes. I could listen to him speak for hours, more than hours, days, over a fortnight, over decades I would listen to him speak and I would never get tired nor bored.

"Considerate of you to introduce yourself furthermore, I had only known your name, it appears that I have a few relations to yourself. You are quite an interesting person, Mr Todd. Oh and I am sorry for not telling you more other than my name. Well my name is Y/N, Y/N  Y/M/N Y/L/N. I do come from around here myself aswell, around Fleet Street funny enough. The lady in the shop, Nellie Lovett, I have known her for around half of my life, which seems to me as a long time indeed, years. Yet I have never been married, nor had children. Many years back, I doubt if anyone around this place would know nor remember, I left London. I had made a scene of it, not intentionally at all. I had gone completely mad, insane, psychotic.. I uhm.. I set my house to fire, moments before going off the rails, taring the wallpaper from the wall, left dreaded across the floor. I was of unsound mind. Many dreadful years ago. Nellie knew of the state I was in, and told me to leave. Leave asap." Tears stabbed my eyes like knives, they pricked my eyes like needles. I persuaded myself I was alright, then looked up to Sweeney who stood before me.

He looked.. Unclear. Unreadable. Unstable. Yet so was I. We looked.. Pained. All I could say for myself was:             "I'm sorry. Terribly sorry. Are you alright Mr Todd?"          "You may call me Sweeney. Why would you be sorry?"
We smiled desperately at eachother's morose faces. I stared continuously, lovingly into his eyes of brown. He stared back, consistently, admiringly into my eyes of               Y/E/C.

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