Dancing in the DarkDancing in the Dark5 years ago in Romance More Like This
-Inspired by the Tony Jay song, "Dancing in the Dark". Some lyrics included.
The talented artist, ZapRowsdower3000, drew this beautiful picture because she was inspired by my story. Click HERE to check it out and leave her a comment.
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 thought of his beloved Esmeralda brought a faint grin upon his features, hastening his stride. How he loved her so! In time she too had returned that love. It was a very slow process, but the end result was nothing short of absolute bliss
Gypsy, It's Cold OutsideIt 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 stragglers was the gypsy dancer Esmeralda. The brown-skinned bohemian had tried her luck with panhandling and dancing in the earlier part of the day, hoping to earn enough for her portion for food on the table. It was difficult to dance, let alone even remove her cloak long enough to move about since it was so cold. The booties she wore did veGypsy, It's Cold Outside3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Scent of a Gypsy Girl"I am a patient man and gypsies don't do well inside stone walls."The Scent of a Gypsy Girl4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Minister Frollo could feel his head literally swim at having his body pressed so closely to the gypsy dancer's. How he had desired to touch her from the moment her voluptuous form materialized upon the stage in a cloud of red smoke. An intoxicating scent rose up from the proximity of her....dear Lord, was that some sort of spice, cinnamon perhaps intermingled with another foreign scent.....a feminine scent. Unable to resist, Frollo leaned in closer, his crooked nose dove into her thick raven tresses. His eyes rolled back in his head, drunk on lust as he inhaled deeply. A strange triggering sensation pulsated through him, his head came to rest against hers to steady himself.
"What are you doing?"
The dulcet husky tone of the gypsy only furthered this intense twinge through his body. Every hair on his body stood on end at how her words curled around h
Frollo and Esmeralda on the Haunted MansionFrollo and Esmeralda on the Haunted Mansion4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
((((This is a portion of a story my friend Kara and I were writing together on this writing forum called "Tales of the Whisperer". Frollo and Esmeralda have both found themselves pulled from their medieval Paris to modern day Disneyland, California. Frollo by the way is his younger self. He was pulled just before killing Quasimodo's mother so he did not know who Esmeralda is. Esmeralda on the other hand knows him well, she was pulled after escaping the cathedral. The point of the story is for these two to get to know each other in a completely different setting. We titled it "A Simple Twist of Fate." This particular portion is when they ride the Haunted Mansion together to escape the tourists. My friend Melany drew the cover picture to accompany this little portion. Enjoy! XD)))
Frollo: His teeth gritted in annoyance as those little contraptions to capture their image was held up in front of them. Frollo guide
FrolloxEsmeralda-A Change of HeartFrolloxEsmeralda-A Change of Heart4 years ago in Romance More Like This
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 stairwell, the gypsy dancer began her descent. Each step was such an effort for her, she groaned as she crawled down the stairs. Her head continued to feel dizzy. Maybe she should have stayed in the little room to wait for Quasimodo to return, but at the same time she needed to get away from here. Her mind was not her own in this moment, she began to blame
Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 1 Tu Vas Me Détruire Part 1Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Esmeralda: (For those who do not know French, the title says, Your Love Will Kill Me, or You Will Destroy Me ^^)
Darkness. How long Esmeralda had been wrapped in it she did not know, but it had been for some time, and long enough that her bare shoulders and arms were cold and numb. It could also have been because of the two heavy chains which bound Esmeralda to the stone wall behind her; trapped, and hung like a wounded bird. Her dark raven locks hung around her shoulders, her head hung close to her breast as the sound of dripping water echoed through the empty cellar. Why she had been pla
Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 2 Tu Vas Me Détruire-Part 2Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Frollo: The jailer of the dungeon spotted Esmeralda near one of the cells. He recognized her as the girl master Frollo requested to be removed from her cell, she had been spared from being put to her death. So then what was she doing back down here he wondered? Puzzled by this, but unsure to approach her, as he did not want to anger Frollo he instead sought out one of the other guards in the area. The guard also was perplexed by this, surprised that Frollo had not locked her back in her room. He told the jailer to keep an eye on her while he headed back up to inform Frollo of this news.
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Esmeralda: He was still sick in her mind, but the look on his face and his entire movement told her that he was indeed ill. Esmeralda quickly tied off the sheet in several places so that it would not move as she began to help Frollo up to his feet; he was wobbly and would not be able to move on his own without acquired assistance. Taking one of his long arms and wrapping it behind her neck, Esmeralda took half of all his weight and made sure he was leaning against her side, or else they would never be able to move together in sync.
Esmeralda was keeping her emotions in check for now; when he was well a
Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 4 Tu Vas Me Détruire Part 4Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 46 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Esmeralda: It was very odd to have Frollo speaking with her casually like this, but there were questions Esmeralda had always wanted answered, and she was finally getting them so she dared not to stop him while he was on a roll, and then there was the question she had always wondered why was being told; why Frollo had such an hatred for her kind.
As Esmeralda listened to Frollo speak, there still seemed to be a heavy weight on his soul for what happened, but the reason behind it caused the gypsy dancer to feel her blood run cold...Frollo loved once, and it was people of her race that had caused him to become this thing
Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 3 Tu Vas Me Détruire Part 3Tu Vas Me Detruire-Part 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Esmeralda: Esmeralda began to watch him leave and following him she grabbed his elbow causing him to turn to face her. At least if she talked here then she felt safer and knew that the Archdeacon would be close by in case anything bad would occur; with Frollo, she never knew what would happen.
"Frollo, stop." she said and made sure that he was going to listen to her, and listen to her good, "Quasimodo lied to me up there because he fears what you will do. How can you do that to him?" Esmeralda asked even though her voice was not angry, it was more or less concerned and wanting answers, which she knew