Impulsive Writing

The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2 rewrite Pt.3

Quasi fixated on the wooded form entwined in his fingers as he gently scraped over the middle to create Idun's slim figure. His eyes trace back up to Idun every once and then.

She was hesitant; her frame one moment would be straight and composed, but when there spheres seemed to touch she would become rigid. Idun's shoulders would pinch upward as her hands clenched tight to the hem of her cuffed sleeves.

It reminded him of the sculpted virgins of the Cathedral, as they held their perfect though uncomfortable stature in due to present respect.

Quasimodo guessed it was because of his appearance. He couldn't blame her; it had taken the villagers just as long, if not longer, to fully accept him into their community.

He had to be patient in order to win her trust.

He gave a huff of unease, brushing through his hair roughly, setting the figure down on the table. Her composed stature fell as she stared grimly up at him. Quasi sighed once more before patting the bench seat next to him. Idun's rigid frame returned before she brushed her fear away as she sat next to him. His hands grasped the carving again, holding it out infront of her. "I've never had a muse of the Cathedral as a reference. Hopefully I did decently well." Her fingers collapsed over him as a gasp of awe broke from her lips, she didn't even shy away as their fingers touched.

The figure stood tall. With hands clenching to its middle, palm to palm. Her dark exterior flowing and blending into a character that could have been presumed as a gentle nun or of a mourning widow.

Depending on the persecution of the individual admiring.

"It's beautiful." Idun's vocals collapsed as a weight formed; dragging her fingers away; but Quasi could sense a smile overlapping the unknown emotion.

"Are you going to paint it like the others?" Her excitement got the better of her as the weight her voice dropped, replaced by a slight twinge of excitement.

"If that is what you wish then I shall," He beamed bright at her, expecting the same, though was only confronted with the unnerving dark veil.

His thoughts recounted scenes of the morning and his discussion with the gargoyles.

She couldn't be trusted.

His eyes burned down from her as he placed the figure back into the scene placing it near him in the bell tower ", but it will have to wait for tomorrow." His finger moved from the carving pointing to the falling sun, barely peeking above the city.

"Oh...I-hadn't realized..." A breath broke from Quasi's lips as he brought his hands together stroking them with much uncomfort.

"Idun?" Her veiled form turned to him, "Why are you here? It's been a year since Frollo's death...and the collapse of the Palace of Justice. If Godric truly is who he claims to be he would have been ordered here months ago to figure out his assets."

Her figure tightened as her posture straightened, hands came together at her waist. Idun's figure shifted forward, coming back to the wooden city.

"I can't answer that for you....Quasi - - though...what I can tell you is this,"

Breathing deep she turned to him, her voice determined, "Monseigneur is bringing back a rightful form of rule. One that has been ordered by your King to be restored." Her eyes fixated on the Cathedral as her hands dropped over the table leaning over to view it. "Notre Dame has been unbalanced since the descent of justice. Many are refusing to participate in church callings and duties and...the gypsies have been running rampant besides yours." Her gaze lifted up leveling her shaded gaze at him, " Here they are open about their disfigured lustful degrees. Impacting many innocent lives of their rightful duties and their messages." Her hands moved upward parting the middle of the city center.