Bel studied the illusionist’s movements, following his gaze to their linked hands; It didn’t seem like Fran had minded if they held hands, seeing as he requested it, so the rince wasn’t breaking any rules.
Choke.
He choked on air, face coated with pure red as his other half asked the question, tiers parted as they trembled; Where had that come from?
“N-no! The Prince wouldn’t propose here; And I’m pretty sure that you need a ring for that.” Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, the blonde looked up through blonde strands, “… Would Fran be happy if he became the Prince’s wife?”
Fran waved his free hand and dismissed the topic immediately. “Wh-wha… no, forger what I said, senpai. It was just a weird thought that went through my head, that’s a–”
…Wait.
He paused mid-sentence, body absolutely still as he processed what Bel had just said. As soon as it did, he gawked at the blonde. “Why am I the wife…?!” It was Bel with the tiara, wasn’t he? If anything, he should be the one in the wedding dress!
“No, nevermind. Don’t answer that…” The kouhai sighed glumly.
I guess there are things we really shouldn’t be talking about…
(Source: lllussionist)
