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
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
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
Waiting for his Hand (Frollo x Reader): Prologue by InsaneSerenity7, literature
Literature
Waiting for his Hand (Frollo x Reader): Prologue
Claude Frollo thought he saw an angel in disguise. He initially thought her as just another common peasant when he saw her shivering in the winter air, huddling on the steps of Notre Dame. He had walked over and demanded why she loitered near holy ground. Only when she looked up to reveal her face beneath the hood, did he believe an angel was looking back at him. He had never seen a hint of divinity in anyone until now, and he could not pinpoint why he had such a thought about that specific young woman. Maybe it was how her eyelashes fluttered, dusted with snowflakes, or her sad doe eyes imploring him to have pity. Her hair was freezing at the tips that were exposed from her hood. She looked starved beneath those filthy brown rags. He wanted to help her, and give this angel sanctuary. But then again, Frollo wondered if this was some kind of test. After all, she was sitting on the exact spot where the gypsy woman fell to her death seventeen years ago. What was God’s intention to send