A curt nod was given, causing blonde curls to bounce, his smile remaining gentle even though it widened.
“Franny can’t break the promise.” A streak of childishness came over him as he gripped the illusionist’s hand, lips pursing in a small pout, “The Prince promises he loves Franny the most, and if anybody tries to take Franny away the Prince will kill them.“ Raising his hand, he brought Fran’s closer, kissing the back of the pale palm; He’d need to kill over a thousand men to make him feel like the psycho he was, again.
Fran raised an eyebrow at him. Bel had reverted back to his sick, bloodthirsty self, it seems. He blurted out murder and killing so carelessly as if it were the simplest thing in the world, the kouhai secretly praying that no one heard that.
"Ah.” He perked up in realization. Just now, they had exchanged promises hadn’t they? Teal gaze moved to their interlocked hands as he blinked a couple of times. “…"
Staaaaare.
”…Is this how people get married?“
(Source: lllussionist)
