Soon after, Quasi ushered Reine out of the church as he began his eager preparations for the festival agreeing to meet at the entrance of the festival no later than noon the next day. Walking through the streets of Paris basket of flowers in hand, Reine walked the familiar path back to her family's flower shop, not without the occasional acquaintance stopping her to engage in small ramblings. Through the years she had gained the nickname of 'The Angel of Paris' due to her peculiar Albinistic features. Some still jeered at her and scorned her as a monster and outcast, but most loved and adored the kind-hearted woman, she only wished that it could be the same for Quasimodo. As Reine continued on her journey a soldier clad in bronze plated amour and a blue cape asked her for directions while gazing at the map in hand his hand with confusion.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for the Palace of Justice," He asked while trying to gauge where he was on the map, "Would you be able to point me in the right direction?" He trailed off as he looked up at the angel that stood before him. Reine chuckled as she took hold of his map.
"Firstly, I ought to think this map would be a touch more useful if it weren't upside down, don't you think Monsieur?" her light laughter resounded reaching the dazed soldier ears.
"Oh, yes definitely." The soldier mumbled as he continued to look at the fair lady that stood before him.
"If you continue down this road to the Cathedral, take a right at the well..." Reine rambled as the solider continued to gaze at her snowy lashes and blushed lips. By the time the man had come to his senses Reine was handing him back his map and wishing him a good afternoon before continuing on her way. Just as quickly as she came, the girl had melted back into the throng of people like a fleeting spring breeze. Leaving the new captain of the guard in an utter mess.
Reine resumed her journey once again only to stop and stare at a street performer and his company. The man who danced with a tambourine in hand was accompanied by a goat which performed tricks alongside him along with others who played a variety of instruments. The stranger wore dark purple pants, his waist wrapped with various scarfs and trinkets of gold, a white shirt which remained open exposing his built figure, hooped gold earrings and bangles, but among all the material possessions the feature that stood out to Reine the most were his eyes. They stood in stark contrast with his tanned skin glittering a vibrant emerald green, they burned with a passion and determination that was unlike anything the girl has ever witnessed. As their eyes met, he held a steady gaze with her for what seemed to be an eternity. Curious about his spectator the man handed off his tambourine to the goat and danced his way over the woman. As Reine held her breath she gasped in surprise as he took her hand and pulled her in close as he continued dancing, this time with the delicate flower. He chuckled and a smile that riveled the radiance of the sun shone down at Reine as her cheeks and neck lit up in a fiery blush. Reine inhaled deeply in an attempt to remain calm only to get hit with the pleasant smell of spices and linen. The mysterious man twirled her around once more before releasing her back into the world, stumbling like a newborn babe, she found herself missing the strong scent of the man and the warmth that radiated from him, even though she was only in his presence for a brief moment. Reine proceeded to drop a few coins into the hat on the ground, which gained her another smile and nod of thanks from the male. A boy who sat stationed on the wall above them began to frantically whistle, the music stopping abruptly as the performers scattered and ran into various alleyways. Caught up in their frantic escape Reine ran and hid behind the wall peeking out at the street. As the goat grabbed the hat full of coins they flew through the air and landed with a clatter, hearing this the man ran back to help collect the hard-earnt money only to be stopped by two guards.
"All, right, gypsy, where'd you get that money?" The guard slurred as he circled the crouching man.
"For your information, I earned it." The Romani's voice rang with clarity as he stood to his full height. The taller of the two shouldered the man spitting out,
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The Angel of Paris
Fanfiction𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓔𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓭𝓪 𝔁 𝓞𝓒 ┏━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┓ "You mistreat this poor man the same way you mistreat anything or anyone who you find different. You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need!" Reine voice echoed throu...
