Justice is Swift But Vengeance is Sweeter (A Judge Frollo Fanfiction)

Touchy Topics

    Healia glanced about, and sighed wearily. Perfect, she'd managed to clean the entire room, making sure it would be sanitary enough to hold an injured person. She'd spent all afternoon working by torchlight, making sure that no one else could see she was down here. Healia had sent Nikolas out in frustration after five minutes as he fruitlessly tried helping her. He agreed hesitantly, dressed in a cloak and making sure his face couldn't be seen. A little suspicious to her yes but at least he was out. Frollo slept a good amount of the day, otherwise complaining as usual or sitting in complete silence, staring at her. It was kind of scary when he fell silent, his deep silver eyes followed her every move, like a predator waiting for the right moment to kill. But at least he didn't insult her, he merely complained how this was not a good place to tend to the injured and how he would never forgive the gypsies for putting him in such a position. Though silently she took it as an offense Healia merely scoffed, taking it as bluff, getting riled would only satisfy him. And that was the last thing she wanted after feeding him, and making sure his bed stayed free of any human waste. Disgusting yes, but in the end, watching his sleeping face, she felt it was almost worth it. He seemed calmer in his sleep, face almost free of lines when it wasn't crinkled in anger or disgust. He was almost...handsome. Silver hair tousled, a few strands on his forehead, pales skin, a strong jawline and cheekbones along with thin lips that could curve into the most vicious smirk, devilish more like it. The nose didn't work completely in his favor but in the end it completed his face, making him look a little handsome. Healia sighed and shook her head; she was delirious to be thinking such blasphemous thoughts. He was a monster! "Yet he's rather striking like this, peaceful and tranquil. And you know what lies beneath that sheet, a powerful body..." Her mind purred, bringing images of him being tended to only for Healia to swiftly close. But she slowly walked to the cot, sitting beside him, smiling gently at his face. Words began to slip past her lips, whispering to partly herself as well as him. "I remember you Frollo. Once I was running through the streets, being chased by thieves, not gypsies but regular thieves with no one to call family. They obviously took advantage of women in more than one way and I was scared. But you came along and swiftly had them captured; I don't think you saw me because I hid once you came around. Either way you had saved me, then when I was about twelve I recall you watched me dance from your window, no doubt scoffing me but I liked being viewed and I even remember a silver coin being tossed into my hat once by a cloaked figure, I know it was you, no one else could give that much. And, I've seen you do noble things, you take necessary precautions during the winter to make sure the people of Paris will survive, if there is an outbreak of disease you take instant action, confining the sick and informing the king swiftly that doctors are needed. You work to make sure trade flows well and that the streets stay clean of filth. You will do so much for your people, yet you do not accept that others find Paris so lovely and their own home so horrible that they yearn to live here, no matter what the costs. Even if it means suffering at your hand Frollo." She whispered, fingers grazing his forehead and cheek. He lay as still as the dead, making her smile to herself, he was good-looking like this, maybe he'd heard her. Healia gingerly ran her fingers through his hair, combing the little knots in his hair from lack of care. Once she was done she stood up to get back to work when she felt a cool hand grip her arm. Turning in surprise she found Frollo awake, staring at her intensely.

"I remember now, I remember you." She smiled at him and he suddenly let her go, looking elsewhere. "But, that means nothing; I was a fool back then. However, do you honestly think I do noble things around Paris?" He inquired, not looking her in the eye. Healia nodded slowly.

"Well, other than killing gypsies yes, you work hard to keep Paris alive." He gave a small nod and spoke under his breath,

"I did throw that coin when you were younger, you dance well." She paused and touched his forehead gingerly, earning a ragged sigh as he lead her fingers against his jaw and cheek, letting the tips of her fingers drag against his skin. "Beautiful, lovely, special, all of these words describe you alluring gypsy. And so many more, striking, quiet, sweet, pleasant, gorgeous..." He thought silently, her touch still upon his face, still leaving tingling, burning skin where they made contact. Yet he said none of these thoughts aloud, for admitting such an uncouth thing would leave him even more vulnerable than he already was. And that was the last thing he wanted. Then again at the moment he wasn't sure what he wanted. Healia whispered.