That tone- It shook, and Bel wasn’t keen on hearing it. Brows furrowing, he reluctantly allowed lids to open, revealing optics that had only been seen by a select few.
Brilliant green stared at the back of his love, the dark hues fixating on the mark that the blonde had previously made. It felt strange not having anything covering his eyes, the fresh air almost a foreign feeling.
“Fran.” He mumbled, “Look at me.”
“No.” The illusionist answered stubbornly, tightening his grip around his legs before adding something in a sarcastic tone, “Weren’t you just leaving?”
…Fran was upset. Not because of what Bel said or decided to do, but because this scene was all too familiar. The prince was just about ready to leave. Were they falling back into that usual routine again? Even after all that?
Stupid, idiotic, cowardly, moronic fake royalty.
(Source: lllussionist)
