Frollo and Esmeralda Story W.I.PEsmeralda could not deny that the castle was beautiful. Tall, golden candles were displayed all around the grand hall. Elegant, decorated patterns covered the richly red and golden walls. The smooth shiny marble under her feet sparkled everywhere, not a single speck of dust dared to touch it. The grand hall was encased in a warmly lit glow, almost giving the room a cosy affect. The man at her side, Claude Frollo smiled warmly at her to which she could not help but smile back. During the long time she had spent in the Palace of Justice since the day that he had 'saved' her from the pyre, Esmeralda had slowly but surely come to accept the minister's company. He would do anything for her: provide her with food, clothing, a lavish bedroom and no longer hunted her friends down. Once in a while she did think about what life with Phoebus would have been like, but that was in the past and it was time to look at the future. Oddly enough Frollo hadn't asked her for her hand in marriage yet but sFrollo and Esmeralda Story W.I.P3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
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-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 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
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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
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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