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@madmarchh
New blog
I’ve been resurrected from the dead and wanted to freshen up a bit...
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He wasn’t subtle, his presence as intense as ever as the lift doors opened he dropped everythin-- his bags and equipment-- and followed the scent of his dear love. The look in his eyes, the focus on studying every detail of her as he stopped before the petit brunet, “Hatta...” He was almost unable to speak.
The assassin brought his palm to her cheak, his other hand pulling her to a hug by the small of her back, “It feels like years. Not fair. Not fair at all.”
Sometimes, life proves that magic exists. Not the magic of spells and wands. No, the magic of the heart. The magic that can persist through the smallest of actions. Actions that save a life, change another – forever setting them both upon a path that linked them together through the entire span of their lives. War and strife turned to love and hope. A love that had rested under their skins for longer than they had ever put words to the emotion. A love that gave them both strength beyond measure. A love that helped them build the family neither of them had ever dreamed for, but it was everything. It was their happy ending.
Don’t Break Character - Hatta and March Aesthetic
(For @madmarchh)
He needed a thief, and a thief is what he got. Neither of them had been seeking love. To be honest, they were seeking adventure, escape, treasure – anything else. Love had been a surprise – something unplanned. It was a feeling, an emotion, that persisted through separations, fears, loss. But it was that fire, that strengthened them. Their love had been tested. Their love had survived. Their love was the greatest treasure they had ever claimed.
Boundaries of our Fears - Lil and March Aesthetic
(For @madmarchh)
The Promise | Lil & March
“I have plenty of funds stashed away, so we don’t have to worry about that. We could see different places…I could show you things about this world…build a small house somewhere in the countryside.” She offered, remembering her home growing up – outside of Paris. It was close enough that they could visit, enjoying everything about big city life, but there had been that space. She grew to hate that space, but life had her wanting it again. Feeling his lips her arms lifted, slipping around his neck to hold him closer. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.
“Mm..” he mused in agreement, ”A cottage or chateau on a lot of land? Denmark? Estonia? Czech?”
His arms still rested around her, thumbs grazing over lovingly. “Not anymore. I’ll be nicely retired. You’ll regret not being able to get rid of me.” He winked.

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Dear *anyone*,
My dearest March,
If my plan has worked, you found this note while adventuring on some mission, some job. I wanted you to have a piece of home to care with you. I know that me, Alistair, and our life here rests in your heart. I will always believe that, because I know you. I know what lies beyond those dark eyes of yours. You have a soul, and yes, it’s not he purest white soul in all the worlds, but it is yours. Yours, March.
It’s the soul that I, at one time, feared, but as souls are, they can grow, they can learn. No one is completely doomed. There is always faith, always hope – always love. I used to think I was naive for thinking such things, but I’m starting to believe what you’ve said before – that’s my magic. Faith and love. What is it that our song speaks of? Not breaking character? If you look at our life, the times that we have broke character, the other one has been there to pick up the pieces.
We’re mosaics, my love. Beautiful pieces of broken glass that have been put together. Some of my pieces mixed in with yours, and some of yours with mine. Now, our son is in that mix, too. You are a good father. I have seen that love in your eyes, especially as you listen to me speak of Alistair’s adventures in the world.
Know that you have taught me how to survive. How to be strong. You’ve taught me so much – more than you will ever realize, and I owe you my life more than once over. Thank you for being there. Thank you for taking a chance on a petite brunette that kept wanting to put flowers on the lapel of your Westwood Suits, or the hatter that stole one of your jackets because it smelled like you, which comforted her on her darkest nights. Be still, my love, and be safe. I love you. xoxo
Your hatter,
Leiella
( @madmarchh )
Walking into your apartment and seeing your roommate making out with some girl on your couch isn’t the most appealing site. Especially when your roommate is your best friend that you just happen to be in love with. “Could you please not do that on the couch? I would rather not have burn the couch because your tramp of a date had ruined it,”she commented, walking past the two. Now, Eve’s bitterness could easily be taken form the fact that her boyfriend had cheated on and dumped her over a week ago, but truly it was because seeing her best friend with someone drove her crazy. “And if you’re going to get it on, please turn on music. I don’t want to hear another nasally voice faking it all night.”
Mad March was simply trying to find a looking glass near his drop off for the Mock Turtle’s contact in the Oyster-- er-- human world. He ended up finding himself peaking through the mirror of a room. The door was cracked, giving a narrow glimpse into the living room. A couple was going at it on the couch. He cringed. Humans. Too many emotions. Gross.
His hazel hues flickered to catch the young brunet entre. A look on her face that was deeper than she let on and an energy that radiated-- not that the entwined couple would pick on it. March could taste it. His perception was heightened though, that was just how he was built.
When he saw her heading toward the room he was in he ducked back through the looking glass. “Shit. I need to drop off this case.” He paused another second. And like it or not, there was a sliver of him that curious about this oyster situation he found himself in. The assassin looked around for something to toss into the room before he reemerged.
A journal-- with gold calligraphy on the front that read ‘Why is the Raven like a writing desk?’
He then stepped through, in crisp black suit with a rabbit pin on his lapel. He had the briefcase in one hand and reached in his pocket to have a look at his fob watch, “Dear me, I’m late.” He turned his attention to the girl, “Where might I find myself on this side of the looking glass?”
Mad March and Hatta. Former Residents of floor 22, White Rabbit Building, Abandoned City, Wonderland. Current agents for the Resistance and Owners of [name withheld] Building, standing in the entrance to the Vast Underground Library.
When I was younger I thought I might like to be a casting director because I love to read and imagine who would be good playing each role. Plus I’d get to watch loads of films and theatre and use it as research. I think now as a plan B I’d like to do something that you can be commissioned to do – like a painter, photographer or writer. Something you can do in your own space and time. Although I don’t know if I can paint, really. I’ve never really tried.
First Night of the Midnight Circus
“--You here for the show?”
“Or the after show--?”

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The Killers performing at DreamFest last night. Photo by Susana Bates
the beef
MIKE.
doctor who meme (1/5 otps):
Because it’s impossible and you’re my impossible girl. How many times have you saved me, Clara? Just this once, just for the hell of it, let me save you. You have to trust me, Clara, I’m real. Just one more step. Clara! My Clara!

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