“Shishi…” His nose crinkled as it was kissed, free hand moving upwards to rest against the back of Fran’s head. It was nice- Nice to just lie there with his love on top of him, who seemed to be happy judging by his actions.
“The Prince… Really does love Fran.” He muttered, optics lidding over as he allowed his body to completely relaxed; He’d never admit out loud, but it seemed that Fran had managed to tame him. He had once summed up that nobody would ever be able to capture him, whether it be his body, mind soul… Nobody would ever have him, or manage to control him, to control Prince the Ripper, who killed for utter excitement.
But Fran… Fran had managed to pin him underneath his thumb, managed to steal him away and make him behave. It was strange, but also… Comforting.
As Bel drifted deep into his thoughts, Fran idly played with the flower that he had been twirling in his fingers earlier. This place sure was nice. It was an established fact that the younger assassin preferred the fresh breeze of an outdoor field than the confining walls of the Varia mansion. Especially with all these flowers around, they could spend a whole day just laying here.
…Suddenly, an idea.
Without much effort, he reached for more flowers and plucked them out of the ground before he started weaving them together slowly and ever so carefully. He finished after a short while and set it on the prince’s head, quite proud of the little masterpiece he had made. “There you go.” He huffed, a prideful smirk on his face.
(Source: lllussionist)
