Angel Of Paris

05 ~ Tired

The night was catching up to Angelique quickly, she thought she had time, she thought she was on schedule but apparently that was not the case and it was all because of that Rommi, she is running late because of him. She should be furious at him, cursing him, anything but she simply couldn't, she simply couldn't get his gorgeous emerald eyes and long stunning raven black wavy hair out of her head, she couldn't forget how those shimmering emerald eyes gazed at her in awe and nothing else, unlike how Frollo taught her about the lust and greed of man and -in his words- of man's worst creation the Gypsies and how the they would take advantage of any woman close, but Angelique did not see that in her Rommi captures eyes, his touch was just as gentle even when he shoved her up against the main tent pole, she couldn't forget the sparks that flared in the very pit of her stomach and how strange and exotic it felt. He wasn't scared or disgusted by her two coloured eyes or her scarred cheek, he wasn't at all which she was beyond happy about but she might not ever ever see him again and that scared her. It truly scared her.

It surprised her when she realised her feet brought her back under the roof of Notre-Dame, her back against the cool dark oak wood of the church door, her thoughts taking over her actions, clouding her judgement. She let's out a quiet sigh before pushing herself off the cool oak door, making her feet start walking up to the place her bed lay in wait.

Stumbling up the stairs, she managed to get to the top without falling flat on her face, thankfully. She placed her cloak on the back of one of the four chairs that surrounded Quasimodo's masterpiece and placed her basket under that very table. She took a seat on one of the four wooden chairs, her tired eyes traced over every figurine that was scattered around the village replica, every face, every body every colour but to her dismay she couldn't find the one figure that was tearing her heart in two she abruptly stood from her seat and shook her head as if trying to get those thoughts out of her head, those thoughts that where only about him. Before she turned her back to go to her bedroom to rest, the tiniest slice of the sun peaked over the horizon, signalling that it was morning. Angelique let out an exhausted moan. Sleep...

"Go to bed, Angel."

She let out a surprised gasp. She quickly turned around only to come face to face with Quasi. Angelique placed her right hand to her heart, feeling her heartbeat. "Lord, have mercy! Quasi! You should know better to sneak up on me!"

Quasi chuckled. He slowly limped over to her, placing a hand on her cheek while his thumb traced under her eyes where small dark circles were forming, Quasi didn't like the look of them on her. "Go to bed, Angel."

Slowly, Angelique's heartbeat started to slow, and so did her breathing. She looked down at Quasi with creased eyebrows. "But you will need help with the bells, and Minister Frollo is choosing to visit us today, so we must clean up -"

"It's alright me, and the gargoyles will get everything ready. You need rest, Master won't like the look of those dark circles anymore than I will." Quasi cut her off.

"But -" Angelique tried.

"Go Angel, we will be fine, alright?" Quasi questions. He saw her uncertainty, so he let go of her cheek to hold her hand and gave it a squeeze. "Alright?"

Angelique gave him one of her sweet smiles that made any man buckle at the knees. "Alright, thank you, Quasi!" She kissed his cheek and slowly let go of his hand and began her journey to her bed. She looked over her shoulder to her brother. "You will call me when to wake up? And if you need help with anything? Yes?"

Quasi laughs. "Yes, sister, I promise I will."

"Good! Love you, dear brother!"

"Love you too! Sister.."

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"Angel, you should wake up!"

"Huh?"

"Get up! Get changed! Master is here!" Quasi exclaims. He starts to scour through her garments drawers and throw dresses he deemed suitable for Angelique.

Angelique's eyes widen, and she lets out a little gasp. "Go, Quasi! I need to change! I'll be right there! Thank you!"

"Hurry, sister!" Quasi says as he hurries out her bedroom door.

Angelique jumps out of bed as fast as possible once Quasimodo is gone. She fishes through the garments Quasi had thrown at her to find a simple lace white dress, it was made of lovely silk, the bodice of the dress was covered in stunning lace it continues on until her waist until the spindly design edges out towards the skirt. Minister Frollo had gifted it to her on her 18th birthday. It has been one of both Frollo and Angelique's favourite dresses. She quickly gets dressed and then glids her brush through her wild hair to try and tame it. Using a bowl of water that lay on the floor in the farther side of the room, she washes her face and then uses an additional sheet that lay next to her bed to pat her face dry.

She hears Quasi and Frollo's voices outside her door. Mumbling and muttering. She slowly stands. She takes a slow, steady breath, dusting off her skirt before she slowly walks outside from her bedroom and towards the voices. Her steps falter against the creaky wooden floor as she stands meer feet away from the Minister she despises so. She balls her hands into fists before releasing them. She had never so slowly opened the wooden door leading into the main area of the bell tower. Her head lowered.

"My dear..."

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[Creepy dude.....]