Fanfic 100 - 037, Sound
Jan. 8th, 2008 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolevalanTitle: Later
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Judge Turpin
Prompt: 037, Sound
Word Count: 180
Rating: PG
Summary: 2 of 3.
Author's Notes:
It was her voice that drove him mad. Johanna had always been a silent child, but her occasional laughter, her even more occasional singing, they were golden butterflies flitting through the gloom of his house. He had not made it gloomy deliberately. It had simply happened. Developed, just as…
No.
When she spoke to him, the tone was light, fragile. As if too harsh a wind could whip it away entirely. She was singing now, leaning absently out the window. She might fall. He should go in, draw her away. But still, still. It was a shame to ruin her little tune.
And as he watched her, as he had watched her a thousand times, something clicked into place, quietly, within him. Her mother. She had her mother’s voice. He closed his eyes and he was standing in Fleet Street, listening to a lullaby drift down from above, a golden rain to rival…
No.
He got up and straightened himself. He was not in Fleet Street, he was in Tierney’s Lane. And master of all who lived there.
Himself included.
Fandom: Sweeney Todd
Characters: Judge Turpin
Prompt: 037, Sound
Word Count: 180
Rating: PG
Summary: 2 of 3.
Author's Notes:
It was her voice that drove him mad. Johanna had always been a silent child, but her occasional laughter, her even more occasional singing, they were golden butterflies flitting through the gloom of his house. He had not made it gloomy deliberately. It had simply happened. Developed, just as…
No.
When she spoke to him, the tone was light, fragile. As if too harsh a wind could whip it away entirely. She was singing now, leaning absently out the window. She might fall. He should go in, draw her away. But still, still. It was a shame to ruin her little tune.
And as he watched her, as he had watched her a thousand times, something clicked into place, quietly, within him. Her mother. She had her mother’s voice. He closed his eyes and he was standing in Fleet Street, listening to a lullaby drift down from above, a golden rain to rival…
No.
He got up and straightened himself. He was not in Fleet Street, he was in Tierney’s Lane. And master of all who lived there.
Himself included.
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Date: 2008-01-09 12:10 am (UTC)Ahh! AND THAT LAST LINE. Ahhh, I have no words! This is too good!
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Date: 2008-01-09 12:13 am (UTC)...also, every time you use that icon, I'm so happy.
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Date: 2008-01-09 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-09 02:39 am (UTC)