“The Prince won’t open them.” Bel stated, hands now planted on the seat at either side of him as he waited for the action that was to come.
Tiers were claimed, and the blonde was tempted to open his eyes and return the gentle notion; But it was short lived, and the Prince found himself missing the gentle feeling. His heart palpitations quickened, even moreso than before, when he felt the weight being pressed against his chest.
A hand moved, fingers dragging themselves up Fran’s torso before situating themselves in the teal locks.
He didn’t once reveal optics; He remained blind, as per the illusionist’s wishes.
“Oi, Fran… Are you okay?”
“Mhm.” Fran sniffled and nodded his head, causing his teal locks to rub against the prince’s chest. “I’m okay.”
He then moved to completely bury his face into Bel’s shirt, the overwhelming happiness making him want to just hug the blonde right then and there. The expression on his face showed utter happiness, but he just wasn’t prepared to let that show. His lip was almost starting to bruise by the way he was biting at it, forcing back a smile.
“Thanks, senpai.” His voice muffled through the prince’s shirt, the tears beginning to wet it. He couldn’t help it anymore.
(Source: lllussionist)
