That ‘fallen prince’ insult hit him hard, although he tossed it aside for the time being, free hand moving to grip Fran’s face and make him look up at him.
“The Prince missed Fran’s voice.” He muttered in reply- As per their deal. Slowly, he placed his lips on Fran’s, keeping them there for a few moments before moving back, “The Prince missed everything about Fran, but he missed his voice the most.” Dustings of pink scattered onto the blonde’s face as he confessed, hand moving from underneath the illusionist’s shirt and the other releasing Fran’s face so he could lay down next to him once again.
Fran’s heart skipped a beat at that reply, his cheeks heating up for the nth time today. “I… see.” He managed to choke out in monotone, turning his head away so the blonde wouldn’t see his flustered face. Why is that Bel had a natural talent for making the illusionist completely break his emotionless walls down? Was it a genius thing? He didn’t know.
“…Sorry.” He murmured, realizing that his cold tone must’ve hurt the prince more than he intended it to. Clueless on what to say next, he reached out for one of the nearby flowers and plucked it before he brought it close to his own face and twirled it with his thumb and index finger. So what now? Were they just going to lay here?
(Source: lllussionist)
