Bel blinked, puzzled as Fran moved closer; Hands moved up to grip the top of Fran’s arms, a smile on his face again, one that caused those little crinkles to appear in the outer corners of his eyes.
“How much does Fran love the Prince?” He asked quietly, leaning forward and placing a teasing kiss to the corner of Fran’s lips; Upon pulling away, hues locked directly onto Fran’s, a knowing smirk on his face.
Fran pushed his hair back behind his ear and pouted again. “Honestly, senpai. Just how many times do you really need to boost your already big ego?” Really. Fran would like to hear the prince come up with his own solution sometimes. Nevertheless, he answered the blonde’s question; “I love him a whole lot.” He answered quietly. “So much I’d want to kiss him everyday. So much I wouldn’t mind if he stabbed me day and night. So much it’d hurt when I see him with another person. So much, I…” The next part was inaudible, coming out as a string of incoherent mumbles.
It was his turn to ask a question now. “So… if I allowed you to do whatever you wanted tonight, what would you have done?” Or more like, how far would they go? Although his eyebrow was twitching at the boldness of his statement, the look on his face was absolutely serious.
(Source: lllussionist)
