#clopinthejester

A flash of emerald eyes charged with defiance, gazed in the direction of the man who was more like a brother to her, than a mentor. Yet, her eyes softened and her agitated stance loosened, crossing her arms under her ample chest. A deep sigh passed through the dancers nose, as she gently shook her head.

“Forgive me, my anger doesn’t reside with you.” Raven black locks fell over her naked shoulders, as she titled her head a little to the side. “You know me... and my rash behaviour. You know I can’t stand for injustice.” Esmeralda scoffed at the last, gazing over at her ‘king’.

The raven haired Romani smiled brightly at Clopin as she finishes giving the bread to the poor families in Paris, after she used the money she collected from her dancing to buy the bread.

His parents were entertaining all kinds of guests and Killian was to remain on his best behavior. Though he was never one to cause trouble the crowds did always make him uncomfortable. So when he had the chance he slipped away from the crowd and out into one of the halls to try to breath.

@clopinthejester

“He is foolish, even for a mortal. But.... At times.... Amusing” the Nightmare King said as a wicked grin grew on his grey face.

PATRIIIIIICK!

“You don’t have to yell, Chad... I’m blind, not deaf.” Patrick reached for his shoulder, trying to take a guess at his location. He wasn’t very good at it, yet, though. 

“Yo kid.” He stepped up behind Chad and smacked him up the head. Why? Eh, he was amused at those curly locks wobbling about like they had a life of their own. “Want to do something? Set something on fire. Murder , mayhem.  Catch an angel, pluck its wings? Watch a movie. Take a long walk in the woods.”