“Ugh-” Hands scrambled quickly to get Fran’s hands off his cheeks, brows furrowing in discomfort.
“O-oi, oi…” Bel breathed after removing the smaller hands by force, “The Prince makes promises to Fran because he loves Fran; He doesn’t make promises with anybody else.” Gripping the illusionist’s wrists tightly, he pulled him up close, a glee filled hum escaping closed lips.
“Fran doesn’t think the Prince will keep his promises?”
Said illusionist narrowed his eyes at the blonde. “I’m kind of hoping you would.” He spoke in a clear voice, hinting to Bel that he was in fact, dead serious about it. “If you break the most important one, I’ll ask permission from the long-haired captain to kill you.”
…And Bel better know which one that is, or else.
“That aside, I trust you’d keep them.” Fran added with a snort, gently tugging his wrists away from the prince’s grip.
(Source: lllussionist)
