Fire.
She is fire.
She is the crimson flame that can destroy and heal; she can be as gentle as the flickering candle, and she can be as harsh as blaze, scathing everyone whom it touches.
When she dances… she dances in flame.
She dances in fire, the flames licking at her feet. Her charcoal hair is never scorched; it continues to move with her as she moves in a sensual rhythm that hypnotizes.
Why does she dance? Is it for the pure exhilaration of dancing in the pyre? Is it a physical ramification of her unrequited love and lust for the only man she has ever cared about? Is it to closer to be the demons in her own soul, those devils of hell, who encourage her and the flame in their eternal dance? Her ebony eyes will never reveal her reason, as it is the secret she holds close to the chasm of her heart. Her secret that gives her the raw anger that one can see in her eyes; it is the kindling for the inferno burning inside of her, the anger, the envy, the lust, the regret.
So she continues to dance, her feet spinning underneath her in the embers. Entrancing all that watch her.
Fire.
She is fire.
Fin
AUTHOR'S NOTE
This was VERY hard for me to write. In case you're wondering "Why is this in the Hunchback of Notre Dame section?" it is because this was inspired by the song "Belle" from "Notre Dame de Paris", which is an EXCELLENT song. I listen to it OVER and OVER and never get tired of it. It has pure emotion. The "she" in this ficlet is Esmeralda. As for the man she loves… I'll keep that a secret! Please review and tell me how I can improve!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Victor Hugo's masterpiece. If I did, I would be the most talented person on the planet.