Bel frowned- That was a stupid question.
Extremities fell until they rested on his lap, eyes locking onto Fran’s form as he remained silent through the illusionist’s stuttering; Once finished, he sighed.
“The Prince doesn’t care about gender.” The blonde began, sitting back and crossing his arms, “Just because someone’s Royal, doesn’t mean they like women; That is absurd.“ He couldn’t believe he was telling Fran all this; Embarassing…
"The Prince loves the un-cute kouhai because he actually is cute, the Prince wants to protect him, he doesn’t want Fran in pain. Fran’s handsome, he can be nice and he makes the Prince’s heart go…” How to describe it when he was already embarassed? Hands moved to grip Fran’s own, moving it so that the smaller palm was pressed onto his chest.
His heart was beating rapidly against his chest, and even though Fran couldn’t hear it, that was all that Bel could hear.
“There are lots of reasons, but the Prince doesn’t think he needs to say them all.”
As words poured out from Bel’s mouth, Fran’s eyes just seemed to get wider and wider. He stared at the prince in shock, unable to form the proper replies to each statement.
He didn’t even notice when the blonde took the illusionist’s hand in his, placing it over his chest. It was only when the young male felt the strong thumping of a heartbeat that snapped him out of his trance. Bel was…
“…” His head hung low, trying to hide the furious blush on his cheeks. His long bangs were making it impossible to see his eyes as it hung over his face. Crap, that feeling was starting to come back again…
“…Senpai.” He struggled in a weak voice. “Close your eyes for a minute.”
(Source: lllussionist)
