“Tch- The Prince wears a crown!” He snapped, sitting up and growling at the younger male who was sat on his lap, “Froggy should stop saying that.” His tone was snappy, temper now spiked- It was a sensitive topic, especially with Fran saying it, and with anybody else he would have been able to let it slide (with a few cuts, of course).
The sigh Fran elicited wasn’t going to get him off the hook, and the blonde promptly moved him off his lap so he could pull his knees up to his chest; His chin rested atop of them, a blank look on his face as his nails dug into soft palms.
“Yeah. The crown I just gave you.” He hummed, eyes watching the blonde throw another one of his temper tantrums. Looks like he expected too much; obviously Bel would put being a prince first in front of everything else. “Crowns are for princes and tiaras are for princesses.”
So…
He reached one arm out carefully and plucked the original one, the one he referred to as a ‘tiara’ from Bel’s head before slowly setting it onto his own teal locks, a small pink tint decorating his pale cheeks. “…See?”
(Source: lllussionist)
