“Did Fran not hear, or is he just deaf?” The Prince grumbled; He loved receiving the small signs of affection from the illusionist, although it was usually Bel who gave him kisses first.
But the Prince had to wonder whether he was asking too much of the younger- Did Fran really want most of this, or was it a front to make the blonde happy?
Doubts swimming in his mind, he rolled onto his side and curled up a little, eyes closing as a gentle breeze passed by; Well, nothing was happening right now, so he may as well sleep, right? A small nap couldn’t hurt, and if Fran wanted anything he’d ask for it by waking the blonde up.
So that’s what he did- Bel quickly fell into a light sleep, body curled up while thin blades of soft grass brushed against him.
I heard.
His eyes remained closed for a few more minutes, enjoying the silence as he waited for Bel to slowly fall asleep. He could feel the wind gently blowing through the field, the flowers ticking the sides of his face. The smell of the scented petals in the air, the sound of nothing but the breeze… it was all too relaxing.
After a while, he sat up, crawling over to Bel’s sleeping figure. Fran waved a hand in front of his face, trying to make sure the prince truly was asleep. He looked quite peaceful, like an innocent child. Pale cheeks blushed slightly as his eyelids drooped, hesitating just for a moment before he ever so slowly leaned in towards Bel’s face. He timidly tucked his teal locks behind his ear and held it into place to prevent it from brushing against the older male’s face.
And then, his lips met Bel’s own, brushing against it gently like a soft flower petal.
(Source: lllussionist)
