“Eh? But the Prince had hold of Fran so he wouldn’t trip.” The blonde let go of Fran so he himself could walk further into the grove, humming to himself, “The Prince thinks this is pretty- And he also thinks Fran’s pretty. So what better match than to have both these things together?” Suddenly, he turned on his heel to face the tealette from where he stood a bit further away, a wide grin on his face- One of those rare ones, saved especially for these occasions, a grin which held no malice or manic tendancies but instead held a childish like vibe which radiated off him the longer he kept the expression.
“Does Fran like it? It’s not the beach but…” With a shrug, the grin disappeared, extremities slipping into his pockets as he waited for an answer.
“…”
Fran said nothing as his hand slipped away from the prince’s grip, taking small cautious steps forward and walked deeper into the grove. He took a deep breath- appreciating the cool, fresh air and the scent of the flowers that were planted all around.
‘Like it’? That’s an understatement. The whole place was breathtakingly beautiful, and Fran could find no other words to describe how he thought about the whole thing. It didn’t even have to be a beach. This was was already…
“…Perfect.” He whispered quietly, not at all caring if the blonde heard him or not.
(Source: lllussionist)
