It is no secret that in all of Disney villain songs, whether in the Silver Age or the renaissance age, there's always a neon green in every magenta background. Other than lime green color, the color burning red represents passion time rage, while pu...
Frollo's past gets revealed in more detail when rumors of his brother return; Andell deals with the hardship of being a negro woman while also being a woman of faith during the 50s. On top of that, she becomes pregnant.
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(Frollo pov) This week is the first day my dear niece Belle will be joining the festival the town is setting up, and I hope to our heavenly father god that those people don't try to do anything that will ruin it!
2 decades later (1953-Springtime) .......
(Andell pov) It is now 1953, and sadly, the Harlem Renaissance is no more, but that does not mean the gay, ol' times we got to have and the incredible moments even I witness is gone... In the name of love, in the name of our almighty and compassionate Lord and, I truly believe everything will be alright in the end. Just have to have faith.
*church*
Now normally, I attend my duties as not only a mother but also my job as the church coordinator, but if I may be frank, I don't know now. I don't know what to do, what to say now.
'Dear heavenly father, I d-' I paused while praying when I heard footsteps behind me.
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I felt a nerve crawling upon me as I felt a presence coming. "P-Pas--...Frollo!?" I said, turning around to discover it was him.
"Frollo!?, what brings you here in the bayou?" I asked him.
"Oh, I have business to take care of. Nothing for you to worry about though." He answered, brushing off my concerns.
"Oh! Oh okay, so how's that sweet nie-?"
"She's enjoying herself, but that's really all." He cuts me off, cutting both the conversation and the visit short.
1957
"Aww...."
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"What should we name this beautiful baby boy? I was thinking David, you know like the Bible?"
"Aww, that's-! Hm... I like it, but it could just be Davis."
"Hmm? okay, but we can keep David as a nickname, so he'll know where he came from."
"Yes, I agree." I replied, already loving the idea of keeping the name. "Okay. Davis Franklin Armstrong?"
"I love it."
"Me too, and I love you."
1963
(Andell pov) Feeling down after another rejection among other things I got going on, I thought to go to my happy place and believe it or not, it wasn't the church.
*School library* I was strolling Davis in around the park and when we entered the library, I noticed a familiar face, but I ignored it, and just kept moving.
Sitting in an empty library with Davis by my side, next to me, I thought to myself "Where do I go from here?"
"This whole town can slow you down...People taking the easy way" I sing, thinking of the many times I try to volunteer or sing in church events which wasn't quite great but still something to remember.
Looking over my Bible, where the verse reads, "He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him.", I felt confident and hopeful about my future. "I'm gettin' closer and closer every day" I proudly said, dancing around with a bible in my hand, feeling a mixture of relief, joy and tired.
Looking over the bible verse that read, "Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, who does not look to the proud, to those who turn aside to false gods." I felt a sense of positive wonder growing in my heart and my mind.
"And I'm almost there, I'm almost there. People down here think I'm crazy! But I don't care!" I proclaimed, feeling the grace of God and the joy of being in a place
*flashbacks* "You look beautiful, my Calliope." Zeke says. Blushing at his words, he looks at me with both amusement and love as he sings, 'Say, say, say what you want but don't play games with my affection' —————————— "Chin up, Andell, you'll be okay, trust me." My mother said, hugging me. "Look, sweetie, this may have been a blessing in disguise" She continued, smiling. ———————————- "I was just teaching my students, but you are welcome to join. Opie, I insist!" Langston said. ——————-
"Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Zeke proposed. *Flashbacks end*
Glancing at the baby stroller, where my 6-years old baby boy Davis seems to be asleep but moving closer, he giggled as I kissed his cheeks. Aww, he's so cute!
"Just doin' what I do. Look out boys, I'm coming through!" I happily said, dancing and giving praise to the lord as I felt that with him and my dear close ones by my side, I got this.
"And I'm almost there, I'm almost there. People gonna come here from everywhere, And I'm almost there, I'm almost the--"
"...Honey? Hon, are you in here?"
"Y-yes! I'm with Davis, no need to worry."
"No need to!? Honey, I won't do such thing, you know how much I l—-" Zeke softly argues, trying to assure me. Little did my own eyes that usually soften up to what he says saw, that sweet assurance drowned out as I heard a voice, troubling thought appear in my mind.
"There's been trials and tribulations. You know I've had my share, lord.." I softly proclaim, walking to the stroller, gently lifting up Davis as I held him in my arms, singing him a little song. Feeling my tears running down my face as I began remembering the times I got wronged and felt rejected due to my skin color and my mental health. Despite all my soft cries I tried my hardest not to let out, I felt in my heart that he heard me.
"But I've climbed the mountain, I've crossed the river. And I'm almost there, I'm almost there....." I quietly said, smiling despite the tears still lingering over my face. Not having to turn around to see who it is, I smiled as I heard Ezekiel's soft-spoken deep voice as he walked up behind us, giving both me and Davis a hug and a kiss.
(Frollo pov) Looks at my brother who is going to sticking around, and I'm doing my best to keep things in line, for my lord knows how much I had to endure.
