Post by Aramis on Jun 4, 2010 6:53:12 GMT -5
The far off horizon was reflecting in the elder gypsy`s dark gaze, a gentle breeze gracing his worn features with a light caress.
The wanderer had at last found home, and ironically that home turned out to be just the one he left.
Yet, he was seeing his childhood`s town in a way he hadn`t imagined he would; from the bird`s point of view the very top of Notre Dame offered.
I`ll have to admit it son, the view alone is worth the tour, Aramis let his admiring praise be known, to Quasi`s humble joy.
The disfigured redhead joined by his father`s side, a smile deep within his blue eyes.
When it comes to beauty, you sure have a magnificent home, Aramis returned the smile.
Fate, god, or whatever force (mis)guiding each step taken in a man`s life, had been kind at last; allowing these two pieces of a puzzle to come together as one, as they were meant to be.
Now only the third piece who`d complete the picture was still missing..
Without knowing it, both men`s thoughts had touched upon the same subject. For Aramis, the loss of his wife still tore his heart, even after so many years the memory, the pain, was still persistent.
Quasi, on the other hand, had no memory of his mother, only a heart full of questions.
The bellringer let his mind drift, pushing it so far back in time he could. Perhaps if was lucky a shred of memory of the woman who`d given birth to him had survived still?
Blurry images went through his mind; of the gargoyles, Frollo`s looming presence. How he`d always striven to earn the affection of his guardian, but there`d always been a cold distance between them.
..He was too small to pull the ropes on his own, lucky the gargoyles was there to help.. Master wouldn`t be pleased with him if he erupted the mass in such a pitiful way..
And then? Cold.. snow.. winter? No, he couldn`t grasp it, but the cold had crept under his skin, threatening to freeze his very bones.Only sensations, no images or sounds had attached itself to it. Or, they`d withered and died a long time ago, forgotten forever..
It surprises me how well you`ve taken to this, his father`s voice interrupted Quasi`s thoughts, not unwelcome.
The boy had kept his sanity under conditions that would`ve driven any other gypsy mad; these were Aramis thoughts, he couldn`t but admire such patience and courage.
You were born a wanderer, like the rest of us, not for a life in captivity, he voiced his bitter thoughts. Curse over Judge Claude Frollo!
Quasi lowered his gaze, uncertain of how to respond. Faced with the wise elder; in which a gypsy`s free, untamed spirit very much ruled, how could he explain the fondness for the quiet world within this cathedral. It was characteristic for his people to fear being trapped, stated in the well known saying "A gypsy doesn`t take well to stone walls."
Ironically these walls were actually made of stone, yet despite the heritage connecting him to the aforementioned kin, the hunchback had adapted so well, the cathedral was a part of him as much as he was a part of the cathedral as well. It was no longer his prison, it was his home.
The bells, the gargoyles, his own artwork, not to mention the beautiful masses and soothing Latin chants from the priests and monks.. What was there not to love?
Placing a gentle hand comfortingly on the youth`s shoulder Aramis spoke again, in sudden insight, or perhaps just as a vague apology.
No, forget what i said. You`re different simply because you`re meant for something different.
Besides, he laughed in self irony. Who can say that i`m much different, myself? His "home" on the island had had it`s limits as well, much like a prison, the ocean being the walls surrounding it.
The wanderer had at last found home, and ironically that home turned out to be just the one he left.
Yet, he was seeing his childhood`s town in a way he hadn`t imagined he would; from the bird`s point of view the very top of Notre Dame offered.
I`ll have to admit it son, the view alone is worth the tour, Aramis let his admiring praise be known, to Quasi`s humble joy.
The disfigured redhead joined by his father`s side, a smile deep within his blue eyes.
When it comes to beauty, you sure have a magnificent home, Aramis returned the smile.
Fate, god, or whatever force (mis)guiding each step taken in a man`s life, had been kind at last; allowing these two pieces of a puzzle to come together as one, as they were meant to be.
Now only the third piece who`d complete the picture was still missing..
Without knowing it, both men`s thoughts had touched upon the same subject. For Aramis, the loss of his wife still tore his heart, even after so many years the memory, the pain, was still persistent.
Quasi, on the other hand, had no memory of his mother, only a heart full of questions.
The bellringer let his mind drift, pushing it so far back in time he could. Perhaps if was lucky a shred of memory of the woman who`d given birth to him had survived still?
Blurry images went through his mind; of the gargoyles, Frollo`s looming presence. How he`d always striven to earn the affection of his guardian, but there`d always been a cold distance between them.
..He was too small to pull the ropes on his own, lucky the gargoyles was there to help.. Master wouldn`t be pleased with him if he erupted the mass in such a pitiful way..
And then? Cold.. snow.. winter? No, he couldn`t grasp it, but the cold had crept under his skin, threatening to freeze his very bones.Only sensations, no images or sounds had attached itself to it. Or, they`d withered and died a long time ago, forgotten forever..
It surprises me how well you`ve taken to this, his father`s voice interrupted Quasi`s thoughts, not unwelcome.
The boy had kept his sanity under conditions that would`ve driven any other gypsy mad; these were Aramis thoughts, he couldn`t but admire such patience and courage.
You were born a wanderer, like the rest of us, not for a life in captivity, he voiced his bitter thoughts. Curse over Judge Claude Frollo!
Quasi lowered his gaze, uncertain of how to respond. Faced with the wise elder; in which a gypsy`s free, untamed spirit very much ruled, how could he explain the fondness for the quiet world within this cathedral. It was characteristic for his people to fear being trapped, stated in the well known saying "A gypsy doesn`t take well to stone walls."
Ironically these walls were actually made of stone, yet despite the heritage connecting him to the aforementioned kin, the hunchback had adapted so well, the cathedral was a part of him as much as he was a part of the cathedral as well. It was no longer his prison, it was his home.
The bells, the gargoyles, his own artwork, not to mention the beautiful masses and soothing Latin chants from the priests and monks.. What was there not to love?
Placing a gentle hand comfortingly on the youth`s shoulder Aramis spoke again, in sudden insight, or perhaps just as a vague apology.
No, forget what i said. You`re different simply because you`re meant for something different.
Besides, he laughed in self irony. Who can say that i`m much different, myself? His "home" on the island had had it`s limits as well, much like a prison, the ocean being the walls surrounding it.
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