Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

Name Esmerelda Location Notre Dame, France Tagging FrolloThe Judge As Esmerelda finished darting through the alleyways and finally entered into the Dame, her feet slowed down in speed. Bright blue eyes gazed around in a mix of awe and wonder. How long had it been since she'd seen this glorious building with her own orbs? When she couldn't immediately recall the answer, the gypsy knew it was something along the lines of too long ago to remember. It was a shame in that aspect. This had always been one of Paris's most famous buildings and yet so few people ever took the time to fully admire it. True, the more recent events had forbidden many to even try to do so. But before then? Ah well. Better late than never as the old saying went. Her eyes had been glancing upon the two birds before the foreign voice spoke. A small but audible and very startled gasp echoed throughout the mostly empty room as she turned to see ... a man. Was he a priest? It almost seemed like he might be able to fit that role. And yet, there was a very uneasy feeling coming from him. Wasn't there? Or was it just her anxieties about having re-entered Paris in the first place trying to take over? Her head shook as a small smile managed to cross her face. It .. it is, yes. Very exquisite to be certain. Even as this man talked, he did seem to speak as if he were a priest. An unorthodox one, mind you, but still a holy man all the same. His words though ... where was he going with them? Surely, there was a point to them all. He seemed to be, if nothing else, a man with a purpose. So what was his? As the man began to close the gap and advance towards her, that nerve-wracking sensation teased her once again. Why? Why did she not want him to get closer? She'd hardly known him and yet it felt as if they had met, be it recently or in a past lifetime. But there was definitely something about him that made one simple but powerful word echo loudly in her head. Run! And she wanted to, gods help Esmerelda, she truly wished to! But her ankles refused to tense, her feet denied her body the ability to move. Had he cast some sort of a spell on her? Given what she did - but more than that - didn't know about the man, it could be possible. At this rate, anything was. Her head managed to move yet again from side to side as he continued to ... what was he trying to do? Comfort her? Predict her? Or was there another option she'd not yet considered? The word 'beautiful' dominated the other adjectives on her soul as the slightest tinges of crimson painted her cheeks. She had almost been ready to thank the man, for both the compliment and the ability to avoid freezing to death. Finally, however, true colors were being displayed. Before she could find her voice, the doors slammed. All the doubts on the man had been sealed, possibly along with herself. I ... I'm sorry, she finally managed to reply, her feet shaking ever-so-slightly as she mustered the courage to move back away. I had no intentions of causing trouble, truly. It's as you said though. I'm here to stay away from the cold and avoid freezing to death. I just ... That was all she could seem to find in herself to say aloud. That same desperate command echoed once again in her head, louder even this time. Damnit, girl! Run! But honestly ... where could she go? With her eyes finding only the direction of up, Esmerelda decided there was no other choice. Her legs and feet ached but she wouldn't dare stop. Not just yet anyways. Turning on her heels, she ran and headed for the closest passage of stairs. The Dame had always been famous for the bell tower it possessed at the very top. Even if it was but another brief break from the man, it'd be enough, wouldn't it? Yet, her mind inquired and mentioned a damn good point. Even if you do arrive, what then? It wouldn't be .. pleasant to think of falling to her demise. And it thus led to a change of direction as her feet shifted from going towards the stairs to aiming to look for the closest room to hide within. It wasn't much, but it was definitely a start. And she'd need as much of one as Esmerelda could get that much was crystal clear.