#thebellriinger

He had flown up into the tower to get away from the rain. He was not a fan of the rain, nor of people, annoying little humans were liked to poke and make ridiculous comments.

— H-Happy father's day, Master.

[ Unprompted Ask ] | Always Accepting

Frollo looks up from the book he was reading, a volume of judicial law, and simply glares at Quasimodo. His words had cut through the silence, sudden and unwelcome. This was supposed to be some quiet time between them, not…

" Father's Day? "

He repeats, the words flat. What a frivolous holiday. Quasimodo shouldn't focus on these things. The judge straightens his posture, smoothing an imaginary crease on his sleeve.

" You speak of a day I lay no claim to, "

Yet with the archdeacon insisting long ago for Frollo to care for him, it was a claim he didn't want to acknowledge. It was purely out of duty's sake and to save himself.

 ⋆⁺₊⋆  ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 ❤️ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬! [ OPEN ]

The bells of Notre Dame were truly breathtaking, especially this close up. The sound of rustling feathers, much louder than any common pigeon could make, accompanied Hope's movements as she hopped from one support beam to another as she made her way with wings helping to slow her descent towards the floor of the bell tower. On each beam she paused a moment to admire different bells as she came to them. Golden sunlight and shadows cast across their surfaces made ever-interesting shapes. How long had they been here? Who made them? And for that matter, how did they even get these huge things up here?

She stopped again once her feet touched the aged wooden floor, and craned her neck to look up at all of those giant bells from below. It was just as beautiful, but at the same time intimidating. Had she not seen the sturdy rope bindings herself she would have worried about one falling.

The sound of uneven footsteps caused her head to snap back down, looking in the direction they were coming from. Someone was coming this way! She mentally chided herself for letting her guard down up here. It would be one thing to be seen by townsfolk on the streets far below. It would be a different thing altogether to be found looking as she did by some religious caretaker. She'd been mistaken for a heavenly messenger too many times for one lifetime, and she wasn't keen on having it happen again. Quickly she ducked behind a gargoyle perched nearby and shifted. When she stepped back out into the open the large, fiery orange feathers and wings were gone, leaving her looking like any other teenager would.

"Hello? Who's there?" She called out.