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Perchance to Dream (COMPLETE)	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: S through Z > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) > Sweeney Todd (Movie Only) Views: 1304 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Judge Turpin," Elizabeth says with some shock as the Judge and Bamford round the corner, straightening up from where she'd been cleaning off one of the outside tables. Bamford gives her a short nod before walking back in the direction of the brothel a few streets away. "What are you doing here, my lord?" Turpin gives her a similar look of shock, though he hides it well enough and she only saw it in his cold gray eyes. Turpin clears his throat after looking her over, enjoying the few changes present in the woman. She filled in her dress better now, not as starved as she had been and she had a bit of color in her cheeks.
"Yes, well, I heard there was a barber here of some skill," he replies. "And what are you doing here, Miss Banner?" She gives a little shrug, gesturing to the shop with the dirty rag in her hand.
"Pirelli sold me to the new barber and he has me helpin' out down here when he don't need me upstairs." she gives a shy smile, still not comfortable around the sadistic man despite having known him since she was little. Her memories had come back, most of them anyway, and it only served to make her more uneasy around the Judge. He looked tense, more so than usual, like nothing had gone his way in a week.
"I'm sure he's enjoying his investment."
"Edmund Turpin," she taunts with a smile, walking over to place a hand on his chest. She knows only two ways to act around this Judge, seductive and shy, and she was tired of playing at shyness. She wasn't shy, not really, she just wasn't sure how to act around other people when she wasn't expected to drop to her knees. "Are you jealous of Mister Todd?" Turpin's eyes narrow as he stares her down, his breath catching in his throat when he feels her hand playing with the buttons of his waistcoat. "I assure you, my lord, I know well that you don't like to share your women. I've not slipped into his bed on cold nights." She looks up at him through her lashes with an alluring smile.
"Am I to trust the word of a harlot?" It's Elizabeth's turn to narrow her eyes this time, all notions of seduction falling away to reveal the anger meetings with Turpin always leave her feeling.
"Mister Todd is upstairs cleaning up after his last patron. Follow me, if you please, my lord." She turns and leads the way up the stairs to her brother's parlor, the heels of her shoes clicking loudly on the old wood. She can feel the Judge's eyes on her, but she doesn't have to sell herself to him anymore in order to eat, her brother will take care of her from now on. When they make it up onto the small porch, Elizabeth steps aside and gestures for the Judge to enter. "You can trust me when I say that he'll give you the closest shave you've ever had. If it weren't true, then we'd have no business, would we?"
"Wasn't."
"Excuse me?"
"You said weren't, but it should be wasn't."
"As you say." Elizabeth makes her way back down the stairs, careful to skip the second to last because it was like to break under her weight, and then she goes back to cleaning the tables with the ratty cloth. "Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies," she sings softly as she works," farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain, for we have received orders to sail to Old England, we hope in a short time to see you again. We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, we'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England..." She looks up again as a customer walks past and into the shop for a pie, a slight smile on her lips as she hums the rest of the song. She liked this work, it was hard, but it wasn't nearly as hard as working for Pirelli was. Elizabeth moves from table to table, occasionally sending a glance towards her brother's parlor where he was shaving Turpin.
She knew her brother has killed at least one person since coming back, but would he be capable of doing it a second time like he'd promised her? The brother she could remember didn't even like killing the spiders that found themselves in the Barker home, but this man was harder and colder. This man wasn't Benjamin Barker like she had originally hoped for after regaining a few memories, this man is Sweeney Todd—a criminal, a murderer, and a thief. No, he would have no trouble killing Judge Turpin, but Elizabeth still hoped that Benjamin Barker was alive somewhere under that icy veneer. "How's the cleaning coming along," Toby asks, walking outside with a tankard of ale in his hand and a meat pie in the other.
"Slowly."
"Mrs. Lovett said to give you this and make you sit down for a bit." He holds the tankard and pie out for Elizabeth to take, which she does after sitting at the table she'd been cleaning. "I like it here, we don't get hit for messing things up."
"It's nice, isn't it?" She smiles at the boy, glad that he was finally getting to be a child. "You love her, don't you?"
"She reminds me of my mum," he nods with a shrug," but I love you more, Beth."
"And I love you more than the moon loves the sun." She'd always told him that, even back before she could remember why it always made her happy to hear the words spoken aloud and Toby liked to hear them after a hard day spent with Pirelli. They made him feel special, like he was the only person that mattered to Elizabeth, though that was true back in those days. "If I were to leave this place, leave London all together, would you come with me?" Toby pauses for a moment, scratching his head as he thought the offer over thoroughly.
"I dunno." He gives a shrug as he stares down at the cracked tabletop. "Aren't you happy here?" Again, Elizabeth's eyes dart up to Todd's parlor. That man up there would have no trouble harming people if they get in his way, so what's to stop him from hurting Toby or even Elizabeth herself? "Does Mister Todd scare you too?" Now her eyes snap back to the boy, seeing the fear and determination in his chocolate eyes. It made her heart ache to know how much Toby was afraid of Sweeney Todd, but at the same time, she understood only too well.
"He's not so bad," she answers after a moment, leaning across the table to ruffle Toby's unruly brown hair. "Here, you eat this, sweet boy." She hands him the untouched pie, smiling as he tore into the pastry. "Easy now, slow down a bit or you'll make yourself sick on that." He gives her a carefree grin, taking the time to chew his food and watching as she sips the ale in her cup.
"I s'pose I would go with you if you left." Elizabeth raises a brow at his words, tilting her head to the side. "It's just, I've never been anywhere without you and I don' want to start now. Where you go, I go and that's it." He gives a firm nod, looking all too grown up in that moment.
"Eat your pie, sweetheart. No need to worry on the matter just yet."
"Hey, who's that?" Elizabeth turns to see who Toby was pointing at, finding the sailor from Turpin's house taking the stairs two at a time in his hurry to see Todd. She jumps up, but it's already too late to stop him from entering the parlor and Turpin comes flying out moments later, sending a harsh glare in Elizabeth's direction.
Sweeney Todd had failed.
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