FrolloxEsmeralda-A Change of Heart by ChristineFrollophile, literature
Literature
FrolloxEsmeralda-A Change of Heart
The small room began to swim dimly into view; emerald eyes adjusted slightly to the gloom. The gypsy Esmeralda continued laying on the wooden bed, her head spinning something fierce. Sitting up very carefully she began to take notice that she was alone. Where was she? She started to stand, but found it difficult to do so. Instead she crawled towards the door. Upon opening it with some difficultly due to her weakness the sounds of the raging battle in front of Notre Dame grew louder. Looking around she realized she was up in the bell tower, but she did not see any sign of Quasimodo.
Hobbling and crawling towards the stone stairwel
The Raging Beast Within by ChristineFrollophile, literature
Literature
The Raging Beast Within
January sixth, 1482, the Festival of Fools...a day that Judge Frollo would remember for a very long time. It was the day he discovered the enchanting gypsy beauty, Esmeralda. From the moment he first gazed upon her he knew he would never be the same. The need to make her his was growing by the second. He had tried to retain some kind of control once she claimed sanctuary in Notre Dame, thinking he had her right where he wanted her, but then the unthinkable occurred: she escaped. A slow building rage began within him. Vowing he would burn down all of Paris was merely the start of his madness. There was blood on the full moon that night, which
Gypsy, It's Cold Outside by ChristineFrollophile, literature
Literature
Gypsy, It's Cold Outside
It was a harsh winter during Christmas time, or Noël as the French refer to it, throughout the city of Paris. Its icy North winds chilled the very bone to any poor soul that lingered amongst the streets. Stores had already rolled up for the evening, business was always staggering during this time of year. The cold barred many citizens from venturing out unless absolutely necessary. Most of the gypsies had headed for protection down below in the sanctity of their den known as the Court of Miracles. A few stragglers were known to venture down late or sought out refuge elsewhere. One of those few straggl
The snow fell in swathes as I exited Madame DuPont’s haberdashery. I pulled my cloak closer to me and set off for home. I could just make out Notre Dame’s towers through the mist. My boots made a satisfying crunch as I trudged through the snow. Todays wage made a light clinking sound in my pocket. There was extra for working Christmas Eve. After everything had settled with Ward I had grown bored of my housewife life in the belltower. Though my husband would be thrilled if I was just home all day everyday, I needed something to do. Fortunately Madame DuPont was hurting for help and I had a love for sewing. I mostly did grunt work like hemming or mending but Madame offered to let me help her design a dress after the holidays. I beamed as I walked along. I couldn’t wait to tell Quasi. Speaking of Quasi, I still needed to pick up his present. I turned down the next street and ducked into the tool shop. A bell rang out as I heaved open the door. “Evening!” I glanced over at the
April 15th, 2019
In Paris, spirits weep.
A young man (it seems he was never destined to live long, and he died in his bed within a decade of the fires that burned half the city to the ground), whose body is no longer hunched and twisted, but straight and strong, hangs his head, withdrawn into his pain, and for a moment he almost looks as he did in life, distorted by sorrow rather than the cruelties of Nature. He was always closest to the Lady, and it is almost like he has lost a friend.
A Romani woman, older now, but her hair still as wild as it was her first Festival of Fools (it could never be tamed despite the rise in station, despite th
Dancing in the Dark by ChristineFrollophile, literature
Literature
Dancing in the Dark
-Inspired by the Tony Jay song, "Dancing in the Dark". Some lyrics included.
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With slow leaden steps up the grande staircase, continuing further on down corridors, a solemn tall figure glides along. The day seemed to have dragged on mercilessly. Unending court case upon court case. Nothing would please the minister more than to emerge into his private chambers he shared with his wife, sequester himself away from the cruel world and just spend some quality time with her. The thoug
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It was September, and the sun had long since set upon the city of Paris; giving up its hold to the darkness that it had so long bred within the walled citadel. And as the shadows grew in the misty, cobbled streets the moon began to rise ever higher in the cloudy sky.
From her chamber window, a young woman watched the ethereal ascent and gratefully bent her head to the fresh winds that blew through her dirty blonde hair, making an almost imperceptible smile form on her otherwise solemn face. Every night this woman opened her window and looked out to the darkened streets and the Paris Quay, taking in