“The Prince doesn’t want Fran to go on any missions.” He mumbled, “The Prince wants him to stay here.” Bel remained quiet after that, unusually so, thin digits curling into Fran’s shirt as he gripped it tightly.
The blonde’s head then moved, a dark hue of rouge clouding over normally controlled features. He wondered whether or not he was overthinking things, and as he stared up at the features of the illusionist, the Prince couldn’t help but lean up to nuzzle the flawless cheek. Once again, he shifted, although this time he dragged Fran with him, pulling the small entity on top of him.
“The Prince won’t go away for that long ever again.”
Fran mentally sighed in exasperation at that. As much as he wanted to stay in the base and laze around, the illusionist really didn’t have much of a choice. Being in the Varia was a job just as it was a privilege. “In case you had no idea, the boss will kill me if I don’t go on any missions. He’ll have my ass incinerated before I can even explain myself.”
…You of all people should know that.
His thoughts were interrupted as he was pulled on top of the stronger male, his gaze moving down towards the blonde. His mind processed those words for a second before a pout formed on his lips. “…Promise?”
(Source: lllussionist)
