“Hm?” Disappointment laced his tone, but he supposed that was the answer he was always going to get- Fran would always frown, that’s how it was and that was how it always would be.
The Prince remained quiet, confusion masking his features as he was made to look at the other; Pretty…
Shock- He heard the Italian, and although it was rather staccatoed it made sense. Features heated up within Fran’s grip, heart rate peaking to an unnatural rate as he heard his full name being uttered after the phrase Bel treasured whenever it was said by his love. Arms tightly wrapped around the thin frame on his lap once again, keeping him close, a silent refusal to ever letting Fran go, whilst he moved to lie down again, taking the smaller male with him.
“I love you too, Fran.”
The frog easily rested his head on Bel’s chest, sighing softly in contentment. Even though it wasn’t much to anyone else, those words warmed his heart- completely melting the illusionist in the prince’s clutches.
He then pursed his lips together, dreamily gazing at the prince as he waited for his next move. He honestly had no idea what to do now. There wasn’t much to work with in a place like this, although it was beautiful and relaxing. Bored, Fran then started humming an unfamiliar tune, his voice resonating in the cool breeze.
(Source: lllussionist)
