the-bloody-prince:

“I think that frog doesn’t feed me enough!” Bel pouted lightly then looked away. “All of the Varia lives here…. Yeah…” With a small nod he leaned on a doorway to the dining room and glanced at his brother. “Well it has to be able to house the Varias creepy hobbies so its pretty big.. ushishi” Bel grinned at his brother then turned around. “You need clothes. “

 ”Of course I need clothes,” he stared at his brother in disbelief, “I haven’t changed since I came back!” Rasiel rolled his eyes, “Let me use yours shower and lend me your clothes, will you? Ushesheshe, or do I have to force them off you?” He grinned and snickered at Bel.

(Source: revivaloftheking)

@Fran/the-froggy-illusionist

the-froggy-illusionist:

After Fran heard out the other he stood there, clenching and unclenching his fists. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the subject. He was grateful that the other’s plan wasn’t agreed too, Fran wouldn’t lose Bel without a fight. Fran looked to the other, then to the floor.

How was he supposed to respond to this exactly? It was interesting, he wasn’t sure if he was mad or relieved… it was a mix of both more than likely, but which one was stronger?

“Well.” Looking back at the other he side. “I’m glad you told me, and i’m glad your plan didn’t work out. Senpai won’t be taken away from me that easily, I am his husband now, he means more to me than the world…. On the other hand I am slightly displeased with you. Testing our relationship? Sure it may be for the better but do you really think we need that? Us being together now is a miracle, we’re so different and yet we found a way to love, and we loved each other.”

Turning towards the forest Fran sighed. “I guess that I’ll accept your apology, you’ve done nothing wrong, and I guess that if you stop calling me toy I can try and get along better with you, i’m honestly tired of trying to dodge you every where I can while keeping an eye on the two of you.”

"Oh? You’ve been spying on my brother and me? Well aren’t you a dedicated one.” Not even a few minutes after his confession, Rasiel went back to silly insults, and slight teasing. He snickered, but felt relieved that Fran didn’t act out of hate or anger, but accepted what Rasiel had to say. He didn’t have anything else to say, but leaving now would feel a bit awkward.

He pondered Fran’s words in his head, and jumped onto the railing. “What did you mean ‘it’s a miracle’? Did something happen before I popped up again?” He tilted his head, and sat on the railing, staring at the younger male. “Ushesheshe, could it be you guys got into a serious argument?”

Throwing his arms up, he nearly fell off the railing, but regained his posture. “Can I still call you frog? Because you sure as hell look like one.”

(Source: revivaloftheking)

the-bloody-prince:

Bel rubbed the back of his head and nodded, agreeing with his brothers nap idea. “Ahh…. My room is right next to my office… but I thought you would like to look around the estate…” He looked back again then suddenly stopped. “Oi.. I feel you checking me out. If you have something to say, say it. Feeling your eyes on me creeps me out…” With a small laugh Bel stuck his tongue out at his brother. 

Rasiel stuck his tongue out at Bel, too. “Ushesheshe, I was only looking at how fat you’ve gotten! Is that frog over feeding you~?” He was kidding, and he hoped his brother realized that. He didn’t want anymore death threats from his brother. “How big is this place anyways?” He looked at the walls again, “And who all lives here…?”

(Source: revivaloftheking)

@Fran/the-froggy-illusionist

the-froggy-illusionist:

Fran just nodded and leaned up against the house, not once taking his eyes off of the other man. He wasn’t sure what this talk consisted of, he had no clue what it could consist of. He’d never see Siel look like that before, it was odd, endering almost.

Of course Fran would never say that out loud, but he could think it. Perhaps Bel was rubbing off on Siel after all, perhaps Bel’s sweet nature was helping Siel. Fran didn’t know but what came out of Siel’s mouth shocked him. Not once in his lifetime did he ever expect the other to apologize, for anything.

“Err…” Fran scratched the back of his head, his face as emotionless as ever. “What for exactly? The way you’ve been treating me?” Fran shrugged even though he didn’t wait for Siel to answer. “It’s no matter, i’ve been treated worse.”

Rasiel waited a bit before replying to Fran’s words. 'Treated worse…?' He thought, ‘By who?' He shook his head slightly, and stared at Fran again, “For that, and for something… else.”

He stood up straight, but looked at his feet. A few more minutes pass before he let it all out.

"I.. Che, you’ll probably hate me even more after this," he muttered, then took a big breath, "But the main reason I’m apologizing for, is for plotting to break you and my brother up." He looked away, trying to ignore any reactions Fran may have, "I teamed up with a few others and pushed a plan past them in an attempt to get them to side with me so that I could break the two of you up, and—" Rasiel looked around for his brother, and made sure he was no where in sight, "— steal me brother away fro you."

He took another deep breath, then sighed heavily, “But the other’s weren’t fond of that plan, so it became a plan to test your relationship…” He looked back at Fran, and waited for Fran’s reaction.

(Source: revivaloftheking)

@Lampo/la-la-la-lampo

la-la-la-lampo:

“That’s right,” Lampo answered with that monotone voice of his. Not a part of his brain had been suspicious of Rasiel’s initial question.

However, as soon as he caught sight of that one feminine pose, a few sirens went off in the green-haired man’s brain. After all, that was the pose he usually gave the other guardians when it came taking over shifts during those unwanted missions. “Cover my turn, will ya?” was what the body language said.

Of course, that couldn’t possibly be what the blonde man was implying. 
“Hmm,” Lampo hummed as he slightly turned to face Rasiel. “But you’re not a king.”

"Che, I am too a king! Just because I don’t look like one now, doesn’t mean I’m not!!" He sighed and crossed his arms, and shifted the weight on his feet, "Mind helping me with that?" He stared at Lampo with a grin.

"Someone as mighty as you wouldn’t mind giving a king a few thousand dollars to go shopping, will you? For someone wealthy, a few thousands is nothing but pocket change." He regretted using ‘pocket change’ as an example, seeing as he, himself, had no money at all. "Mind sharing some of it?"

He did feel a bit nervous about Lampo’s reply. This lazy figure reminded him of his brother. And if they were anything alike, getting money out of Lampo included humiliating himself.

(Source: revivaloftheking)

@Fran/the-froggy-illusionist

the-froggy-illusionist:

Fran was nearing a breakthrough when a ear piercing annoyance rang through his head. Shaking it off he concentrated again, only to be interrupted once more. Groaning he snapped his head over to the blond, his eyes opening. Frankly, he didn’t want to talk to the man, what reason did he have? But he used his actual name, not ‘toy’ like he normally does. Fran grabbed his jacket and hat, collecting himself before making his way over to the blond.

On the walk over he looked over the blond from the distance. He did look remarkably like Bel, he was taller, and his hair different, but asides from that they were basically the same. Their body structure was the same, the only other thing differentiating the two were their attitudes, Bel’s was sadistic and pure maniacal and Siels was just plain annoying, well perhaps sadistic as well, but mainly annoying.

Arriving in front of the blond he crossed his arms and looked at the male. “What do you want?”

"Isn’t it obvious? I want to talk." He tilted his head, then bent over, allowing his head to rest on the railing. "It’s important, got a few minutes?"

He huffed, then leaned back. He used the railing to make sure he wouldn’t fall backward, and looked up at the sky. He hesitated for a few minutes, trying his best to push his pride away so he could apologize to Fran.

"Ne," He looked at Fran with a guilty expression, "I’m sorry."

(Source: revivaloftheking)

(( Ugh, sorry about that guys, I’m sick and stuff, and I’m falling asleep!! Goodnight! ; v ; <3 ))

@Lampo/la-la-la-lampo

la-la-la-lampo:

Lampo stared at the blonde with a speechless expression. It seemed almost as if this boy was proud of ruling a fallen country. “Well…” the guardian mused as he scratched the back of his head, “I see that….you’re having fun with that?”

And although he couldn’t see it, the young lord could almost see the stranger’s eyes roll. “I guess I can’t get out of this one,” he whined — however, he secretly enjoyed this curiosity that was centered on him. “I am Lampo, the son of the wealthiest lord in the region. Jealous?”

Lampo took a few steps forward, then stared at the road of bustling people.
The world was so busy nowadays.

 ”Ushesheshe, why would I bet jealous of something like that? Just because you’re wealthy, doe— Wait.” Rasiel’s face brightened up, and he snickered to himself, grinning that Cheshire grin. “You have money, right?” He eyes the older male suspiciously. Wondering if he could weasel a few thousand dollars from him, so he could at least fill his wardrobe.

"Mind helping a king out?" He snickered again. Planing his hand on his hip, he stood there, looking like a girl.

(Source: revivaloftheking)

@Fran/the-froggy-illusionist

the-froggy-illusionist:

Fran was in the back yard, well what was considered the back yard. Really it was a forest miles long with about a football field worth of grass from the back door of the estate to the edge of the forest. Fran was near the trees, concentrating. He hadn’t trained in a while, and Siel only seemed to piss him off, he needed to be ready if a fight was to come between the two. Not that he wasn’t ready, but he was going to make sure that it was going to be a painful defeat.

Hell, Fran wasn’t even sure as to why Siel decided to just start picking on him. Well he had and idea, it started with a Bel and ended in a Phagor. It was interesting though, the way the two acted. Fran’s suspicions were half right, at least he thought so…. Simply because he could tell that Rasiel was in love with his brother, a bit weird but he almost expected it. Pushing that to the back of his mind Fran closed his eyes and let all thoughts wander, working on his illusionary powers.

 Rasiel wondered to the backyard, after running all throughout the mansion. His jaw dropped slightly. The Varia mansion was three times, if not, four times bigger than his back home. No wonder Bel wanted to stay here instead. It was cleaner, bigger, and had a lot more space. He noticed movements in the corner of his eyes and spotted the person he was looking for.

He debated calling out, because it seemed that Fran was busy, but he  didn’t care. He walked out the door, and stood on the, leaning over a railing. “Fran!” He didn’t like calling Fran by his name, but he figured if he did, Fran would take him seriously. “Can we talk for a bit?”

He stood there, and waited for the amphibian to notice him, or to move, and sighed. “Che. Fraaaaan!!!!”

(Source: revivaloftheking)

@Lampo/la-la-la-lampo

la-la-la-lampo:

Lampo, being the young-yet-proud fool he was, could have scoffed at Rasiel’s words. King? Surely the man was kidding based on the rags he wore. “Boys your age should not dream of things like that,” Lampo suggested as he took the blonde royalty’s hand. Surprising, there was friction, and Lampo pulled himself up onto his feet.

As he dusted the blades of grass off his white, puffy shirt, Lampo barely glanced up as he asked, “Belpha-who?” The time needed to pronounce the name didn’t seem worth it. Lampo then placed his hands into his pockets and slouched his usual slouch as he awaited for Rasiel’s response.

 ”Belphegor. The Varia’s Storm Officer…?” Rasiel was about to give up and walk away, but he decided against it. “Che, nevermind. And for your information, I just so happen to be a king! Of which kingdom? A fallen one. So there’s no need for you to be so rude!”

Rasiel was indeed wearing low-class clothes, but it’s the best he can do in his situation. He rolled his hidden eyes, and took a few steps back to give Lampo some space. “You still haven’t told me your name!”

(Source: revivaloftheking)