Tiers trembled as he held his head high, keeping a close eye on the male next to him; He hadn’t moved, bar the head movement.
Was he blushing?
The blonde was about to move forward, about to apologise in one way or another when he was given a directive- The slim hand let go of the younger’s against his chest, and although his heart was still beating heavy against its confines, he did as he was told.
“Oi, Fran… Why is the Prince closing his eyes?” It was a whispered question, hues lidded over- All he could see was blackness as he waited patiently.
“…” Fran waved a hand in front of the prince’s face, checking to see if the blonde really did as he was told. As soon as he did, the arm weakly dropped back to his side. “…Don’t open them until I tell you to.”
The kouhai figured that Bel knew what he was going to do next. His eyes slowly flutter closed as he leaned in, placing a small, lingering kiss onto the other’s lips. It was gentle, soft and light.
It didn’t last too long, however. He quickly moved away and leaned his forehead onto Bel’s chest, unable to control the sting in his eyes any longer. Warm tears streaked down his face as he bit back a smile; the happiest smile his face could probably make.
But, he knew Bel didn’t like seeing him cry. Fran didn’t like to be seen crying either. Even if right now, he was crying for an entirely different reason and an entirely different emotion.
Relief.
(Source: lllussionist)
