"Are you coming to the festival tonight?" Esmeralda asked curiously to the person standing in front of her, a smile on her lips.
bad girls // m.i.a.
get back, get down
pull me closer if you think you can hang
hands up, hands tied
don’t go screaming if i blow you with a bang
Well that certainly wasn’t a name you heard every day, that much was for sure. Again he looked her up and down, and again the same questioned popped into his head as to why exactly she would be running from the guards. So perhaps some places were different, but it was rare for him to meet a female making a run from the law, it was also difficult for him to imagine any guard that would actually see it fit to hurt her. Heck she was beautiful, and that was reason enough for him at least.
“Pray tell fair maiden, why are you running from those dastardly men?”
So, perhaps that was too thick for even him to lay on, but he still had belief that acting like a ‘fairytale’ prince could still get you somewhere in life. Then again he still had the belief that every woman was simply looking for their prince and there was a long line of them all wanting for it to be him. Shaking that from his mind he continued to look at her, waiting for some sort of answer.
She stared at him blankly, all of her facial features twisted into a disbelieving look. “Does that honesty work on anyone?” she challenged, hoping he would drop the unnecessary language soon.
As he stared at her expectantly she crossed her arms, lips pressed together in a thin line. “Guards don’t like gypsy’s very much” she said after a few moments of silence, hoping she wouldn’t have to explain all of that. He was known to the city, meaning he knew the guards, and their habits. “Lets just say being a gypsy and kicking them in the face when they try and take your money doesn’t bode well for their tempers” she explained, a smile curving her lips upwards once more.
"What….are you?" Esmeralda said slowly, her shining green eyes looking down at the strange object. It was metal, she could see that, but it looked from the distance as if it had just….moved?
Bending down she placed a gentle hand on the strange box, looking for some kind of opening.
"Alright." The ginger nodded, "I’m Hercules, by the way."
"A pleasure, Hercules…"
"Not unless you know or are a damsel in distress." He looked at her, "I swear, I’m not crazy. I’m supposed to be a god, but I was stolen as a baby and turned mortal. Becoming a hero is the only way I can be where I belong."
She let out a laugh at that, shaking her head. “I have no female friends…and I am certainly not one for being the damsel in distress” she said with another soft chuckle. Looking at him she felt her gaze soften slightly. She wasn’t sure if he was crazy or telling the truth, but either way, he clearly needed a friend. “Look, why don’t you come with me?” she asked, arching an eyebrow. “I….I may know of a place with a lot of people in need” she paused for a moment before adding. “Myself included I suppose”
"If you’re looking for the fortune tellers, they’re a few tents down from here" Esmeralda called out to the seemingly lost boy, a friendly smile on her lips.
Obliviously looking around, the boy didn’t notice how the woman watched him for the split of a second. Instead, he shifted his weigh on his other leg, studying his environment. Well, this town definitely looked different from Arendelle and quite frankly, he missed being home. Of course he loved adventures and challenges but at some point he needed to choose his priorities.
"See?" He chuckled, simply shaking his head in amusement at the woman’s uncertainty before paying his attention to the goat. "Does he like carrots?" He questioned, wondering what goats were usually eating.
At the mention of food, she could feel Djali at her feet once more, bleating out loudly at the man. She laughed softly, nodding her head. “He’ll pretty much eat anything.” she glanced down to where Djali now stood expectedly, eyes bugging out of his head as he stared down the stranger.
"You don’t need to feed him if you don’t want to” she added hastily, looking back up at him, a faint smile on her lips. “He should learn about that nasty habit of his being a little abusive” she moved back from Sven slowly, leaving Djali standing in front of her, stamping his foot impatiently.
"I need to become a hero so I can go back to my family on Olympus." Hercules blushed
"Olympus…" Esmeralda said slowly, her eyebrows knitting together as she frowned in confusion. "I…." she paused for a moment before smiling softly. She couldn’t help but want to reach out to the clearly awkward boy. "Is there anything I can do?"
The laughter echoing through the allies were contagious and as soon as the discreet carriage parked on the streets of Paris, Jane’s lips twitched into a genuine smile she could barely contain. The children ran all around and the people’s voice sounded like one cheerful melody to be enjoyed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jane heard Professor Porter’s advice as so she was supposed to be safe and meet him at the great Notre Dame.
Her mind was so very absent, lost in the crowd she did not even bother to say a word in response. Jane nodded and started to walk away, led by the colors and the sounds. Not many steps later a small group gathered around what seemed to be a interesting subject, caught the brunette’s attention. Jane approached quickly and her eyes gleamed in excitement as she took her place in the small crowd. She have heard so many stories about gypsies groups, outcast as some people called them. And although some of the stories were meant to fright young ladies, Jane suspected not all of them were faithful to the truth.
Quickly Jane grabbed a piece of graphite left inside a hidden pocket and opening the notebook, she let the images come to life in the blank paper.
Esmeralda had taken her place under the stage that the gypsy’s had put up, as she did in every town. There was a smile curving her lips upwards as she heard Clopins booming voice sing, until the usual, almost dreaded words left his lips.
"Dance La Esmeralda….dance!"
In a flash of red smoke she felt herself being lifted upon the stage. A goddess among mortals someone had once taught her, a code in which to dance with, but she’d taken it to heart.
She began taking delicate steps with her tiny feet, a large, forced smile on her lips as she heard the usual catcalls and wolf whistles from the crowd. She began spinning, faster and faster as the folds of her red dress span, like flames kissing against her legs. Spinning round one last time she jumped into her handstand, turning into a cartwheel as she felt the edges of her dress slide slightly. As she came down she widened her legs, falling into the perfect splits so she could turn to the crowd. However, it wasn’t the people who were wildly cheering that caught her attention, nor the ones who threw money onto the stage as she bowed in her position, Clopin jumping round her with his usual bursts of energy.
It was a girl. She sat there, wedged in between cheering, sweaty men, her face frowning in concentration. Surprise filled Esmeralda as she noticed the girl busy jotting something down in her notebook. As Clopin announced her act complete, she jumped down into yet another puff of red smoke, so she would be able to escape to the crowds to try and find the woman.