judge claude frollo is a name to be feared in paris, france. as the minister for justice, he uses and abuses the law to his own ends, carrying out vicious attacks against the gypsy people in a genocidal rage - or at least, that was before his decreasing sanity began to rapidly slip away from him. things have since changed for frollo. he now shares his home and heart with mother gothel, and has valiantly proposed to save her the shame of bearing a child out of wedlock, even if it is the lord's son come again. or rather, that's what frollo believes since he took an amnesiac to wipe the night they spent together from his mind. frollo now lives with his fiancé, and frequently makes trips to the bell tower of notre dame to visit his "son" and his guest, rapunzel. since the girl's tears can heal and de-age, and there seems to be quite a lot of tears coming from her, frollo has reverted back to his youthful looks, much like gothel - unfortunately, the magical changes have helped unhinge his mind and now he is truly on the warpath. he's determined to eradicate the gypsy race in the name of the lord, regardless of his own sins, and there are many. his delusions of purity are just part of the madness that is beginning to become evident - and only the lord can help those who get in his way.
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Juge Claude Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame - 2/8
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"Does it really need to be holy?" It was not a question he truly expected to be asked. Did it need to be holy? Of course it had to be holy! She was carrying the Lord's child, did it really need the name of a heathen? The surprise managed not to show on his face as he barely concealed his emotions - he wanted to tell her that of course it had to be holy, but he couldn't. She was carrying the child, after all. If she didn't want to gift it with a holy name, he could not force her into it.
As for girls, well. He hadn't given thought to a girl's name at all. Surely, it would be a boy? But again, Gothel had a fair point. They needed to decide a name just in case.
"...very well," He agreed reluctantly, watching as Gothel set his beloved book aside. "We'll not consult the Bible."
It was hard, however, for him to think of names with no religious links. Thinking hard on girls names proved almost fruitless, as the name Mary circled around and around in his head, until he finally managed to offer up some that he thought were non-religious.
"Morticia sounds nice for a girl. What about Amélia, Elizabeth and Katherine?"
Inspiration struck again as he slid further down on the bed, moving closer to his fiancé to plant a soft kiss on her cheek.
"And what of Joseph for a boy?"
A Name Fit For A Prince [Frothel]
When Frollo put it that way, it didn’t seem like much time remained. Thinking of that nearly sent her into a frenzied panic over all the things still needing to be done. Gothel was never one to panic much, but being awoken so suddenly and then being reminded of all the numerous things to be done, combined with being pregnant, didn’t exactly do her much good. Luckily Frollo knew just how to calm her down, and the way he stroked the raven curls atop her head helped soothe her immensely.
Taking a deep breath, Gothel closed her eyes and relaxed. The last thing she wanted was to begin the day on a bad note. There were already too many times where she’d snapped at him because of her dreadful mood swings, and she wanted to keep the number of arguments they had as little as possible.
She found herself rather intrigued by Frollo’s mention of a plan for Rapunzel and Quasimodo, however she decided to put that thought aside for the moment. Learning more about that would simply overwhelm her right now. Choosing names came first, then she could speak with him about all the other things that still needed to be planned out or otherwise attended to. While Gothel still didn’t feel too keen on eating so early, she took the offered portion of bread and brought it to her mouth, nibbling on it slowly. Her gray eyes flicked down to the open bible in Frollo’s hands, which he’d placed towards her as he began flicking through pages to point out names to her. Gothel listened as he named off different names, all quite biblical sounding. John, Peter, Simon…none she particularly cared for. There were a lack of female names as well. What if there child was a girl? She couldn’t very well name the girl Peter, now could she?
“Does it really need to be holy?” Gothel questioned as her eyes looked up towards him. “And you’ve yet to name any female names. What if it’s a girl? I was thinking more along the lines of Drusilla, Morticia, Mathilde, Rosalie… What about those names?” Gothel gave him a completely serious look. She honestly didn’t see the need for a holy name, even if Frollo was a devout Catholic. That was the child’s only connection with the church, and she saw no reason for it to be named as some holy being.
Finishing off the bread in her hand, Gothel reached forward and gently shut the bible closed, laying it off to the side. “Dear, I know you do love the church, but I think we can do just fine coming up with a name for the child on our own, rather than consulting the bible for it. Don’t you think?”
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The irritation evident in her voice was something Frollo had expected, but not something he welcomed. Of course, it seemed they had plenty of time to name the child, but did they really? The days slipped by so fast, and they had so much to do - they would never be able to sit down and get a name for their child unless they left it until the very last minute or did it now, and Frollo definitely preferred the latter option.
"I know it seems early, my love," he started in a gentle voice that did not suit him. Reaching out with one hand, he began to stroke the shiny black curls atop her head, in the hopes that she would be soothed and calm down. Bad humours could harm the child, and he would not let the Lord's child be lost because of a black mood; no, if he could prevent her irritation from going any further than just that, everything would be good again.
"Trust me, I know. But we have so much to plan in the next few months - the wedding, the nursery, and I'm meeting with an architect to design us a summer home, on top of my own job. Your condition won't be easy either, you'll tire quickly, and I have a plan for Quasimodo and your Rapunzel that will need our focus too... time goes so quickly, and we're already running out of it. I apologise for such an early start, but we have to decide before it's too late,"
Clicking his finger at the servant girl, he held his hand out for a chunk of bread and began to tear it in half, offering part of it to Gothel as he placed his own half in his lap and offered the Bible to her with the other hand.
"Here. You'll need your strength, especially with such an early start. There'll be time for you to catch up on your sleep later. I've made a start on the names," he added rather excitedly, flicking through a few pages in the Bible to point them out.
"I mean, obviously there are names such as John, Peter, Simon and such, but there could also be some out of the ordinary names in here and of course, any names you come up with. Holy names are our best bet, but what do you think?" His eyes shone as he looked at her, doing his best impression of an eager puppy as he waited for his fiancé's input.
A Name Fit For A Prince [Frothel]
The hour was still early, and Gothel lay in bed, fast asleep. Her current condition made her sleep a lot lately. The majority of her time, she spent in bed, save for the time she spent playing around with Lady or going up to see Rapunzel and Quasimodo in the bell tower on occasion. Visits from Frollo to her bedchambers were frequent, of course, but never while she slept. It seemed, however, that this morning would be an exception.
Feeling a light shaking and a soft, familiar voice, Gothel slowly opened her eyes. Her vision focused on the face above her and she quickly recognized him as Frollo. Gothel’s eyes flickered to the window, where she saw it was still dark outside. Not even a trace of the sun could be seen yet. What on earth was he doing waking her up at this ungodly hour?
A servant girl stood off to the side, attempting to hand a plate of food to her, but Gothel waved the girl away in irritation. She wasn’t quite awake yet and not at all in the mood for eating. At least not until some of the drowsiness wore off. Her gaze turned back to Frollo, a questioning look on her face as she waited for him to explain what he was doing waking her up so early.
We need to choose names for the baby.
Gothel’s eyes moved back and forth from Frollo to the open bible that lay in his hands. “Claude,” she began, a slight note of irritation in her voice. “Do you not know what time it is?” She gestured out the window to the night sky, which still remained pitch black. “It’s not even dawn yet! Why are you waking me so early?!”
She sighed and put a hand to her forehead, fingers rubbing at her eyes as she tried to wake herself up. Snapping at him hadn’t been her intention, but it was early, she was tired, and waking her up to pick out baby names when months remained in her pregnancy did nothing to help her mood. Putting her hand back down to rest on top of the blankets, she looked at Frollo once more, her gaze softening just a little. “Really, Claude, there’s plenty of time to be picking out names for the child. Does it really have to be now of all times?”
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A Name Fit For A Prince [Frothel]
The sun hadn't yet broken through the clouds above the streets of Paris, but Frollo was wide awake and poring over the Holy Bible kept in his chambers at all times. Time was quickly slipping past, and before they knew it, Gothel would experience a lying-in period where she went into the birthing chamber a month before her labour and stayed for six weeks after the child was born. They had plenty to do before then, such as plan their wedding, organise the nursery, and - most importantly - pick a name for the child she carried. Asuitablename, a name fit for a prince, for a saviour. And where else would they get that name except from the Bible?
He had been searching it and marking out names, but he couldn't decide on a name by himself. No, Gothel was the one carrying the child, and she had as much of a say about the name as he did. Wrapping his thick robe around the nightshirt he wore, he put the Bible under his arms and began to move through the corridors. Some servants were rising, and he called one over, ordering them to wake the cook and prepare a fresh loaf and hot broth for breakfast, and send another servant to Gothel's chambers. The girl scuttled off, and Frollo found himself arriving and his lover's room at the same time as the servant girl.
Pushing open the door, he saw the embers of the fire burning in the grate, and whispered to the girl to stoke up the fire and begin lighting candles. Approaching Gothel's enormous four-poster bed, he pulled back the drapes and took a seat on the edge of her bed, Bible in his lap, shaking her gently awake.
"Gothel," he whispered, voice steadily getting louder as she woke up. "Wake up, my love."
Opening the Bible up, he smiled down at her.
"We need to choose names for the baby."
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I still think Gothel could pass off as a gypsy in the right clothes.
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ooc: psht, like Frollo would flinch from Gothel. He'd just grin and bear it like a dutiful fiancé.
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Gothel,
A gift for you. One of four dresses I had ordered for you, to make you more comfortable in your condition. This one I thought you would like for just sitting in the house, but it can be worn outside if you wish.
Sincerely love, Claude.
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ooc: last frolloston thing I'm going to post, but replace parents with gypsies and that's just gpoy for him all over. except afterwords he'd smile really creeply and whisper "wonderful."
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ooc: is it just me, or could anyone else picture tom hiddleston being frollo now that rapunzel's de-aged him quite a bit?
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