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storypaint) wrote2010-05-06 02:40 pm
storypaint) wrote2010-05-06 02:40 pm
[Princess and the Frog/Hunchback of Notre Dame] The Gypsy and the Frog (Naveen/Esmeralda)
Title: The Gypsy and the Frog
Fandom: Princess and the Frog/Hunchback of Notre Dame
Length: 315 words
Prompt: Icon prompt for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bringthefate
Pairing: Naveen/Esmeralda
Other: AU in which Naveen goes to Paris-- pre-movie for both.
Excerpt: She's a gypsy, the churchman spits at him, when he inquires, and he knows just enough of diplomacy not to blurt out, "So, you have your eye on her too, yes?"
In a sea full of pale faces above dark clothes, she sticks out. Naveen sights her immediately, as soon as he gets off the boat, but he doesn't make a move at first. There's something in her green eyes that tells him she won't fall for him like all the others.
She's a gypsy, the churchman spits at him, when he inquires, and he knows just enough of diplomacy not to blurt out, "So, you have your eye on her too, yes?" It must show in his eyes, because Frollo scowls and then Lawrence frowns, and Naveen really thinks that both of them should have a little more fun with their lives.
He sneaks out on the second day (Lawrence and the churchman are plotting over something, but Naveen has more important things to do), and sure enough, there she is, tambourine shimmering, and she's definitely the prettiest girl he's seen in at least two weeks.
He tries the trumpet and she winks at him, dancing, stepping closer in a way that makes his body tighten. His eyes are full of her, flowing dark hair and the glint of gold, and he forgets to keep playing. His eyebrows are not expressive enough for seduction; he needs to put an arm around her or whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
But when he stops playing it is as if a spell has broken. She quirks a smile in his direction and somehow manages to disappear into the crowd, a move he cannot understand, because of the way she shines among these people.
He doesn't realize his wallet is gone until he's made it back to the hotel and is laying on his bed, sighing in a lovesick manner. Instead of getting angry, he laughs.
"She is a feisty one, that Esmeralda!" he says, rolling the name around on his lips, and he can hardly wait for an excuse to sneak out again.
Fandom: Princess and the Frog/Hunchback of Notre Dame
Length: 315 words
Prompt: Icon prompt for
bringthefatePairing: Naveen/Esmeralda
Other: AU in which Naveen goes to Paris-- pre-movie for both.
Excerpt: She's a gypsy, the churchman spits at him, when he inquires, and he knows just enough of diplomacy not to blurt out, "So, you have your eye on her too, yes?"
In a sea full of pale faces above dark clothes, she sticks out. Naveen sights her immediately, as soon as he gets off the boat, but he doesn't make a move at first. There's something in her green eyes that tells him she won't fall for him like all the others.
She's a gypsy, the churchman spits at him, when he inquires, and he knows just enough of diplomacy not to blurt out, "So, you have your eye on her too, yes?" It must show in his eyes, because Frollo scowls and then Lawrence frowns, and Naveen really thinks that both of them should have a little more fun with their lives.
He sneaks out on the second day (Lawrence and the churchman are plotting over something, but Naveen has more important things to do), and sure enough, there she is, tambourine shimmering, and she's definitely the prettiest girl he's seen in at least two weeks.
He tries the trumpet and she winks at him, dancing, stepping closer in a way that makes his body tighten. His eyes are full of her, flowing dark hair and the glint of gold, and he forgets to keep playing. His eyebrows are not expressive enough for seduction; he needs to put an arm around her or whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
But when he stops playing it is as if a spell has broken. She quirks a smile in his direction and somehow manages to disappear into the crowd, a move he cannot understand, because of the way she shines among these people.
He doesn't realize his wallet is gone until he's made it back to the hotel and is laying on his bed, sighing in a lovesick manner. Instead of getting angry, he laughs.
"She is a feisty one, that Esmeralda!" he says, rolling the name around on his lips, and he can hardly wait for an excuse to sneak out again.