mini fic for frollo and quasi and no. 17
17.Things you said that I wish you hadnât.
   Frustrationleads to venom.Enter a man, burdened by shame &frustrated by guilt, who seeks a scapegoat this evening. These days,Claude Frolloâs instabilitymounts ever higher. His temperament matches that of a storm:unpredictable &merciless once unleashed. Relentlessly, he paces to&fro. Quasimodo shrinks &cowers in the presence of faux greatness.
  ThisCathedral is full of tiptoe love where a young man patters across eggshells that are disguisesas hidden blades. His masterâs words are always cruel.Nightly, they haunt him &Quasimodo blames himself: If I was a better son, he would love metruly.
  TheMinister of Justice possesses as much poweras a frivolous king. Ever the Machiavellian, Claude Frollo employsfear as a weapon. Due to instinct, young Quasimodo shrinks away. Hesuffersfrom clipped wings, unable to spread them &fly away. To this day, he dreams of a better place. An idealistâslandscape. For some reason, it conjuresa memory of years prior.
        âMasterwhy do you wear black? Do you mourn your vows? â
  O,how fire flashedwithin in the magistrateâs eyes while he exposed his teeth in avicious sneer!He had nothing to mourn save for his blackenedsoul, saved for his blindness to his colossal corruption. No, todayClaude Frollo did not mourn his vows, but a deliberate breach oftrust.
  Furyguides him as he pivots on heel, whips around to face Quasimodo. Hestands as tall &proudasthe ALMIGHTY. Tonight, he B-B-BURNS a bridge of trust between twosouls.
              âŁĎΚĎĎ
Ń.ââ˘:âYoushould have ne'er been born.â
  Thereis no regret, only strange firein his voice. Tonight, he will burn a witch at the stake. Tonight, hewill attempt to kill his âsonâ. Tonight, he will die.
                  Itâsthe age old homage of a bitter parent.