Sweeney Todd x LucilleIt was a slow day at the funeral home, plenty of people were dying it was just none of them were having funerals yet. Wanting to find a way to pass the time Lucille Sharpe sat down at her organ and began playing it, the mysterious poignant melody filling the building. As she played the beautiful tune she began humming along quickly becoming enraptured with her music. While the baroness was playing a man entered the building and walked up to the organ, taking a seat in the front pew listening to the music. The longer the song went on the more the feeling that she was being watched came over her. Stopping her playing Lucille turned around on the stool and saw Sweeney Todd sitting there looking up at her.
"Why did you stop?" Sweeney asked standing up "it was beautiful"
"Well you should know better then to be creeping around funeral homes" Lucille said walking up to the barber
"I was just wondering if you would like to join me for lunch this afternoon" Sweeney said when Lucille was next to
Sweeney Todd x Lucille songficsLucille Sharpe~ It's Over isn't it~ Steven Universe~ Rebecca Sugar/Cartoon Network
It was a cool night and Lucille Sharpe was wandering around the main floor of her families dilapidated home in Allderdale hall. It was late, nearly midnight, and the baroness had no idea why she was still up, everyone else in the manor had long since gone to bed. Sighing she decided to go up to her room and just lay down until she finally fell asleep, however, instead of going strait up to the third floor she decided to stop by her little brothers room. Since the door had been left open a hair Lucille slowly pushed it fully open and peaked inside, spotting both Thomas and Sherlock Holmes laying in the barons bed, cuddling close together.
"I was fine with the woman who would come into his life now and again" Lucille sighed walking up to the bed "I was fine because I knew that they didn't really matter until you" she gave the detective a dull glare "I was fine when you came and we fought like it was
Phantasies - A Dissertation‘She wore bluuuuuueeeeee velvet. Bluer than velvet was the night.’ Why did I go to a jazz club on open-mic night? Whatever the reason, The Daily Mail will now call me the new Courtney Love. When I wake up, that slurred, transparent dedication, is the first thing I see on Facebook. It’s worse than Jennifer Lawrence at the Oscars! Fifty-thousand likes. A hundred shares.
‘And I still can see blue velvet through my tears…’
Did I sing the entire song? No. Halfway through, an old friend puts an abrupt end to it. At once he snatches the microphone from me, hoists me over his shoulder and carries me to the door. His noble intentions are without grace, however. In his exit, the closing door snacks me on the head. It answers everything right down to my concussion. The only remaining mystery is why he was there.
‘Kaarlo!’ I shout down the phone when he answers.
‘Morning, Iorwen. How’s the