Huffing, the blonde moved towards Fran, hands gripping the younger’s shoulders and easily spinning him around to face him.
“The Prince is trying to talk to Fran.” It had been a risk, but Fran wouldn’t tell anybody, “The Prince won’t leave unless Fran wants him to.” Fingers played with the ends of damp strands of teal hair, expression blank.
He looks even cuter now there isn’t hair in the way.
Whatever Fran had to say had been instantly forgotten as he laid his eyes onto the prince’s own, an emerald gaze very much similar to the illusionist’s. He gawked for a moment, the blush highly evident on his face. He should really show them more often.
Suddenly, a thought crossed through the kouhai’s mind, causing him to blush deeply. He quickly averted his gaze somewhere else, anywhere else but Bel. “I don’t… want you to leave.” He answered in between dinner through innocent trembles. He… wanted to kiss Bel. Terribly.
(Source: lllussionist)
