009; action; open to all

[protectmemaria]

[Frollo appears only as a black streak as he makes his way across the quad, robes billowing in his wake and his hands clapped firmly over his ears. He appears to be greatly distressed and he mutters to himself as he walks, paying no regard to anyone who might be around him, straight down to the chapel. He flings the doors open and slams them shut behind himself, but refuge is not to be found, even in the house of God.]

Gypsy witch... [he growls under his breath, prostrate before the altar, but his mind is clearly not on the Lord.]

Gone, left us to be tortured by her unbearable curse... [His hands shake, clasped in front of him as anger and hatred boil in the pit of his stomach.]