Prince and the frog. Requested by: Moth Lover

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Scenario 1: The sun dips low over the city beyond the fortress towers, painting everything in molten shades of orange and gold. Within the Flaming Foundry Red Son's room is a chaotic blend of princely luxury and chaotic invention, silk cushions tossed carelessly over blackened stone, intricate weapon prototypes stacked beside ornate lanterns, and a balcony that overlooks the endless sprawl lava surrounding the area.

He paces. Back and forth. Back and forth. His fiery hair flickers brighter with every irritated mutter. He's been stressing over this latest invention for weeks and his mother had recently started rushing him to get it done. His brows furrow in frustration and his pacing quickens as his anger grows.

He looks like he's about to explode but suddenly a small ribbit interrupts him and he freezes.

Slowly, dramatically, he turns toward his desk and there you are.

A frog. Small. Green. Slightly soot-dusted from the forge heat. Sitting squarely atop a blueprint for his latest flame amplifier.

Red Son recoils, nearly knocking over another half built project. “Who- where did you come from!?” he demands.

You blink up at him. Unbothered. Unimpressed. He narrows his eyes and steps closer, circling the desk like you might explode at any moment. “How did you get in here? There are security systems. Firewalls. Literal walls of fire.” He gestures toward the balcony doors, currently open to let in the evening air. “Did you hop up thirty stories?”

He watches you tilt your head slightly. His expression shifts from outrage, to suspicion, to something dangerously theatrical. “...Wait.” He runs a hand over his face and groans. "This is like one of those 'fairytales' mortals made up isn't it?"

Red Son huffs and crosses his arms. “This is absurd. I am not some storybook maiden waiting on a balcony for true love’s kiss.” He gestures vaguely toward himself. “I am a prince. Son of the Demon Bull King.”

He hears you give a small, hopeful ribbit and he spins around immediately to glare at the offending creature. “What? I suppose you want that kiss or something?”

Scenario 2: Red Son's the frog.

heheh they kiss