TricksterBlue

The man was irrevocably queer. His face – gaunt, sickly, made up like a circus clown’s, yet the coal had run, the white flaked, the red lips were smeared wide across deep, curling scars. “I’d like a shave,” his voice was high, strange; his eyes shifted, tongue darted as he hobbled towards Sweeney Todd.  His brilliant lavender coat left his shoulders and hit the wall behind him with a snap. “Of course, sir,” Todd’s mouth attempted to twitch a smile. “Have a seat.” The clown plopped down, stretched out; purple pants rode up to reveal soiled argyle socks. His head fell back, filthy,