He couldn’t just leave Fran like this- He had been faced with a blatant lie, and the Prince was not having that.
He knew he had promised- He knew that he had told Fran that he wouldn’t do anything that would class as public displays of affection, but he couldn’t help it. When Fran was so worked up like this that he had completely dropped the straight-faced facade?
The blonde had made sure nobody was looking of course, before leaning up and pressing a gentle, full kiss onto the illusionist’s lips, giving Fran’s leg a squeeze in reassurance.
“Are you sure you don’t want to leave…?”
The look on Bel’s face told Fran that he didn’t believe the illusionist’s lie one bit. Of course not. Even a mere five year-old can see through that pathetic lie, as much as he’d hate to admit it. That didn’t mean he was about to give up, however. He opened his mouth to cover up with another lie, but was stopped as a pair of soft lips met with his.
E-eh…?!
Teal eyes widened at the action, but his body seemed to make no move of pushing the blonde away. Instead, he sat there absolutely still, a furious blush spreading across his face.
He… needed that.
As the prince moved away, Fran pouted. Geez. He was caught up in that too. He shook his head at the question before he mumbled, “…one more…?”
(Source: lllussionist)
