Mad March

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

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

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

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?”

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