Howlingmojo

Breaking Horses V It is with no small amount of trepidation that Esmeralda allows the servants to dress her for Mass that early Sunday morning. Her hair is twisted up and away from her face, fully exposing her neck and square jaw line. Without the cover of her voluminous hair, Esmeralda feels strangely naked, even though she has never worn more articles of clothing in her entire life. She draws the line at adding facial paint though. She already feels like a fool, no need to look the part. So she puts her foot down. The servants just nod, bow and politely back out the door. Leaving Esmeralda alone to stare at a complete stranger in the mirr

This Night They fought. A lot. It really was inescapable. With her being who, or rather, what she was and him the bitter, dried up bigot, they couldn't help but end each halfway decent conversation they tried to have in a shouting match. The worst fights occurred when he had the sheer nerve to try and justify his actions towards her people. He tried to explain to her, in a kindly condescending way that the people she considered her brethren, were no more to him than the lowest form of street rats, begging to be swept of the streets of Paris like the garbage he projected them to be. She saw the corners of his mouth turn down and his eyes lig