#claudinefrollo

[beatrixblog]

If the descendants novels were in the movie

Carlos, Running: “MAL- MAL HELP HES GONNA BURN ME ALIVE-

Mal: “Wait- Who?”

Carlos: “REMEMBER THAT ONE PRIEST- I MEAN JUDGE”

Mal: “Uh..No?”

Carlos: “CLAUDINE’S DAD!”

Mal: “Claude Frollo- WHAT DID YOU SAY!?”

Carlos: “I told him he had a receeding hairline”

claude, running towards him with a sword and torch: “GET BACK HERE, YOU SINFUL BASTARD!”

[children-of-guardians]

@claudinefrollo

Emerald had been walking around in the rain for a while now. Her mother had given her permission to play in the rain as long as she was carful not to be caught.

The raven haired child jumped quickly into a puddle laughing as her bare feet hit the water. She looked up from her fit of laughter to find someone starring at her. The girl was confused. She hasn’t seen this person before.

Her small legs went from a walk to a sprent as she ran over to the woman and looked up at her. “Mama says it’s not nice to stair.” She explained before giving a weak laugh. “Come on! If you wanna play we can play in the rain together!” The small child spoke holding her hand out to the other.

Her small fingers curved as to be able to hold the others hand when they choose to take her hand. Being the head strong girl she was she wasn’t going to have someone not have fun on such a perfectly rainy day!

[vuulpecula]

[ sniffling ] ❛❛ Sorry- Sorry, Please don’t be mad- I can fix it, I’m sorry! I just- ❜❜ [ panicking ]

westworld sentence meme | accepting | @claudinefrollo

      “It’s alright, it’s alright,” Fox sighed, trying to pick up the pieces before someone else had the misfortune of coming upon them. “Just calm down and sit,” she spoke gently, but left no room for questioning or hesitation. A panicking person was more likely to cause more trouble than one who was calm and the last thing she needed was more glittering shards on the floor, waiting to prick an unsuspecting finger. “Don’t worry about it.” 

[nogoodnessimproveme]

starter for @claudinefrollo

“You don’t need to be afraid,” Adam knew the rumors that were said of him. That he was cruel, uncouth. True once, perhaps, but no longer a reason to scare the girl in front of him.

[murroyilodel]

“ I may have punched him. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid.”

@claudinefrollo​

ABSURDITY  IN  TWIST  OF  FATE!  That  she  should  leave  Paris  to  break  away  from  the  horrors  that  resound  in  her  head  to  this  day,  only  to  end  up  in  a  small  town  where  Frollo  resided  in.  Thankfully,  she  had  asked  Claudine  not  to  reveal  her  presence  to  him  before  he  learnt  of  it  and  he  remained  ignorant  till  now.

But  why  then  did  she  continue  to  stay?  Why  did  she  not  hasten  to  the  next  town  and  avoid  the  madman  altogether?

The  answer  stood  before  her.  Natural  wariness  and  concern  had  filled  her  at  once  when  she  understood  that  Frollo  had  adopted  Claudine.  After  all,  he  had  taken  in  Quasimodo  out  of  fear  and  not  kindness  and  had  tormented  him  for  twenty  years.  So  she  worried  for  Claudine,  who  seemed  gentle  and  soft-spoken,  and  wondered  why  Frollo  would  have  adopted  her.  She  chose  to  stay,  to  observe  and  ensure  Claudine’s  well-being.

At  present,  her  attention  was  diverted  to  a  man  who  was  complaining  of  Claudine’s  assault.  Sympathy  however  did  not  lie  with  him.  She  was  painfully  aware  of  people’s  bias  against  those  who  were  different,  and  Claudine’s  appearance  was  a  source  of  scorn  and  mockery  for  many.  She  did  not  fault  Claudine  for  holding  her  ground.  Noting  that  the  injury  was  not  severe,  she  simply  shrugged  and  walked  away  with  Claudine.  The  man  turned  out  to  be  too  embarrassed  to  pursue  them.

           “Yes,  you’re  not  stupid.  I  hope  Frollo             doesn’t  treat  you  like  that.  Does  he?           Erm,  you  realise  I  don’t  think  highly           of  him.”

[thetollofthebells]

Russian Classics Aesthetics

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BROTHERS KARAMAZOV   :   orthodox monasteries   ,   deep woods   ,   starry nights  ,   the sound of paper being torn   ,   dimly lit rooms   ,   withered roses   ,   an unfinished letter   ,   piles of books   ,   the sound of shattering glass  ,   ticking of clocks in a silent house   ,   heavy wooden furniture   ,  the air before a storm   ,   the smell of earth  ,   a crowd of people dressed in black   ,   distant murmurs   ,   emptied streets  ,   the fear of walking alone in dusk.

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT   :   coldness of the skin against a blade  ,   slender pale fingers  &   slightly shaking hands   ,   a red stain blooming on white fabric   ,   lonely steps in a corridor   ,   the slow dripping of water   ,   looking out of the window into the thickening darkness  ,   a single dying candle on the table   ,   listening to one’s breath   &   counting heartbeats   ,   too many stairs   ,   the desire to be invisible   ,   a subtle memory of kind word.

THE IDIOT   :   classical statues   ,   wealth covered with dust  ,  a dark house tainted with inherited madness   ,   an unsettling feeling   ,   long walks in a park  ,   useless chatter   ,  a silken ribbon forgotten on a bench   ,   a melancholic face ,   an unexpected spring rain   ,   the joy of reading one’s favorite book  ,  the clarity of mind after fully perceiving the world around ,   looking at cloudless sky.

ANNA KARENINA :   fields of crops  ,   flowers brought from an early morning walk  ,   the wind caressing a girl’s hair  ,   a bowl of fruit   ,   the smell of ripe pears  ,   the clatter of a spoon against porcelain when stirring tea  ,   children’s laughter coming from the garden   ,   soft sunlight   &   white curtains   ,   the sensation of velvet against skin  ,   pearls from a ripped necklace spilling on marble floor   ,   a sudden silence in a room full of people.

WAR AND PEACE   :   a glass of wine   ,   the brightness of  a crystal chandelier   ,   white lace   ,   a raging snow storm   ,   the sound of a door being gently closed  ,   the moment of holding one’s breath before walking in a ball room   ,   indulging in looking at a beautiful earring against light   ,   closing one’s eyes for a moment while dancing   ,  the sweet smell of strawberries  ,   a pair of gloves left on an armchair   ,   light scent of powder.

THE MASTER AND MARGARITA   :   the chaos of a lively city   ,   ambient jazz in expensive restaurants   ,   jumping on a moving tram   ,   the sight of moscow from the roof of a house   ,   yellow flowers in a vase  ,   leaning out of the window   ,   shelves stacked with books  ,   a small tin box with old photographs   ,   strange shapes in the night sky   ,  laughing in the middle of the night on a balcony ,   colorful posters for a surreptitious magician’s show floating in the wind.

EUGENE ONEGIN   :   a lonely mansion   ,   reading a book in the parlor  ,   faint piano melody lingering in falling silence   ,   long evenings   ,   passing seasons   ,   discussing french novels of the moment   ,   unspoken thoughts   ,   leaning against the door frame   ,   quickly averted glance   ,   eating a peach absent-minded   ,   bright mornings   ,  footprints in snow   ,   a loud gun-shot terrifying a flock of birds nearby.

FATHERS AND SONS   :   birch groves  ,   morning mist  ,   moss-covered stones near a moor   ,   scientific books   ,   white roses   ,  cheap champagne   ,   shabby pocket-watch   ,   light-hearted irony ,   a maladroit cello sonata   ,    freshly mowed grass   ,   leaving thoughts come   &   go  ,   a slow yawn   ,   picturesque plates   &   bowls filled with traditional dishes   ,   drinking tea on the porch.

DOCTOR ZHIVAGO   :   a strange feeling of loss   ,   writing poems in a diary   ,   traveling by train   ,   the hesitation before touching someone’s hand   ,   the gaze of one lost in thought   ,   the warmth of cinnamon ,   a scarf brightly embellished with flowers   ,   a glass of water   ,   a threadbare jacket   , the tempting void   ,   the evanescent serenity of yesterday.

CHERRY ORCHARD   :   a lone chair in an empty room   ,   falling blossoms  ,   old samovar   ,   the unsettling need for change   ,   a mirror reflecting full moon   ,   the disappointment of a glossy object turning worthless after second glance   ,   a piano out of tune.

TAGGED BY: @murroyilodel [ thanks boo! ] TAGGING:  @crossingredqueensrealm, @children-of-guardians, @claudinefrollo, @mystifyingmuses, and anyone else who would like to do this!

[children-of-guardians]

Emerald laughed to the girl her own dark fingers wrapping around the woman’s hand. “Come on! The best place to play is right over here!” She smiled and pulled the girl with her out into the rain.

Her small form jumped into the air and her bear feet hit the puddle. Water throwing itself in every direction as laughter flowed from the girl.

Raven hair fell into her face as she turned to Claudine and smiled. “Now you find a nice one to jump into!” The girl laughed. She watched and wanted wanting the girl to have just as much fun as she had.

Her small form stood in the rain and green eyes stayed glued to her. She wasn’t frightened, scared, or horrified. She was just curious and happy that the girl agreed to play with her.

“Do you wanna jump in one together?” She asked with a smile as she dance her way over to the girl.

@claudinefrollo

Emerald had been walking around in the rain for a while now. Her mother had given her permission to play in the rain as long as she was carful not to be caught.

The raven haired child jumped quickly into a puddle laughing as her bare feet hit the water. She looked up from her fit of laughter to find someone starring at her. The girl was confused. She hasn’t seen this person before.

Her small legs went from a walk to a sprent as she ran over to the woman and looked up at her. “Mama says it’s not nice to stair.” She explained before giving a weak laugh. “Come on! If you wanna play we can play in the rain together!” The small child spoke holding her hand out to the other.

Her small fingers curved as to be able to hold the others hand when they choose to take her hand. Being the head strong girl she was she wasn’t going to have someone not have fun on such a perfectly rainy day!

[children-of-guardians]

Emerald laughed and jumped with the woman into the puddle. Her laughter exploded once more as bear feet hit the small pool of water. She looked up to the woman and then back to the church. She knew the man who lived in the bell tower, or at least...her mother told her about him.

She was his mother’s best friend and unknown to her, her father. “Why had you been outside the church?” She asked softly. “Could you not find a way in?” She asked softly. “I know a way inside!” She giggled.

When the small girl felt the wind on her face she laughed and pulled her pan flute out. Playing up the scale she laughed.

“Have you ever played along with the wind?” She asked happily.

@claudinefrollo

Emerald had been walking around in the rain for a while now. Her mother had given her permission to play in the rain as long as she was carful not to be caught.

The raven haired child jumped quickly into a puddle laughing as her bare feet hit the water. She looked up from her fit of laughter to find someone starring at her. The girl was confused. She hasn’t seen this person before.

Her small legs went from a walk to a sprent as she ran over to the woman and looked up at her. “Mama says it’s not nice to stair.” She explained before giving a weak laugh. “Come on! If you wanna play we can play in the rain together!” The small child spoke holding her hand out to the other.

Her small fingers curved as to be able to hold the others hand when they choose to take her hand. Being the head strong girl she was she wasn’t going to have someone not have fun on such a perfectly rainy day!