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Jul. 9th, 2009 09:35 amChallenge [193]: Destruction
Title: Ardēre
Wordcount: 183
Notes: Basically I had to fight myself about writing a Sandman crossover, and I ended up with Hunchback of Notre Dame instead? Um.
Quasimodo is a pious man, for his master expects it of him. His master brings him food and thought, keeps him safe from the treachery of Paris inside the aging walls of Our Lady, of Notre Dame. He would surely be killed for his face or his frailty if he dared go outside, master always reminds him; he knows nothing of cruelty, as does a lamb bred for the slaughter.
Claude Frollo is burning, writhing, melting alongside the sins of the city. Of course, one thing is really not so different from the other, when everything burns. And, oh, it will burn.
The boy with the key leads the fight. Quasi watches him from the bell-towers, from the balconies. He dances like Esmeralda, kicking and twisting with light in his eyes. There is a half-familiar lilt to his voice that Quasi recognizes as laughter, though he's bleeding in several places and hungry flames are licking at his limbs. When he smiles, hellfire glints off his teeth. Paris is dying, and he is glorious.
Quasimodo is a pious man. He believes in angels yet.
Title: Ardēre
Wordcount: 183
Notes: Basically I had to fight myself about writing a Sandman crossover, and I ended up with Hunchback of Notre Dame instead? Um.
Quasimodo is a pious man, for his master expects it of him. His master brings him food and thought, keeps him safe from the treachery of Paris inside the aging walls of Our Lady, of Notre Dame. He would surely be killed for his face or his frailty if he dared go outside, master always reminds him; he knows nothing of cruelty, as does a lamb bred for the slaughter.
Claude Frollo is burning, writhing, melting alongside the sins of the city. Of course, one thing is really not so different from the other, when everything burns. And, oh, it will burn.
The boy with the key leads the fight. Quasi watches him from the bell-towers, from the balconies. He dances like Esmeralda, kicking and twisting with light in his eyes. There is a half-familiar lilt to his voice that Quasi recognizes as laughter, though he's bleeding in several places and hungry flames are licking at his limbs. When he smiles, hellfire glints off his teeth. Paris is dying, and he is glorious.
Quasimodo is a pious man. He believes in angels yet.
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Date: 2009-07-09 03:24 pm (UTC)*end incoherent thoughts*
STOP BEING AWESOME THIS MOMENT
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:13 am (UTC)ONLY IF YOU DO FIRST <3
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Date: 2009-07-09 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-14 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-09 05:36 pm (UTC)Umm. If I ever figure out words to describe how wonderfully fantastic this is, I'll tell you (but it's doubtful because I'm pretty sure only incoherent babble will leave my mouth). So, hopefully, my adding this to mems will show you how awesome I think this is *g*
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-09 08:08 pm (UTC)When he smiles, hellfire glints off his teeth
This made me go !!!
This is awesome. And for a movie that wasn't even in KH, it works so effing well.
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-10 06:10 am (UTC)Sorry for the ridiculously long comment. The English major in me does this once in awhile, and sometimes I can't control it. :P Anyway, this is seriously amazing. Loved it.
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Date: 2009-07-14 02:35 am (UTC)