#marchcun

something about march made rachel feel safe. with her mother constantly telling rachel about the awful things in the world, she seemed to develop an ever present sense of fear. with march, it disappeared. in all the fairytale books she read as a child, there was always a princess and the knight in shining armor who came to save the day. march was her knight in shining armor. when she would wake up in the mornings, shaken from the discoveries she had made before moving, she would instinctively reach for march. she wanted him to hold her and tell her that everything would be okay. she wanted to be there for him, too. he was so brash compared to her and there were things he did that she could never dream of. but she wanted to support him with her whole being. she wanted to love him. she did love him. it came as a shock at first. rachel had never imagined a world where the person she fell in love was so tumultuous. she had always imagined that a prince from a foreign land would come and sweep her off her feet and into a castle. the more she fell for march, the more she realized the fairytale romances were overrated. she loved march because he made every day different. he made her look at the world in a new light. with him, she was able to go and explore the world while feeling completely safe. after coming to emporia, she worried if she would be able to consider the town home. she realized that her home was with march, wherever that may be. 

whenever she was with marco, it felt like he too had been to wonderland. someone who knew how her mind worked. she didn’t have to explain the kookie way she saw things with him, because he saw the same things. he would celebrate her unbirthday with her. he would dance around the room when no music was playing. she never felt like she needed to know what she was doing with him, because he processed things just like her. the way she could so easily just fall into his arms. she wondered what it would be like to wake up and see his face. to wake up to see his face. to feel the touch of his soft skin under her fingers. to find a never ending adventure with him. 

maybe hinrich was just high off of whatever he and march were currently smoking, or maybe it was the dim, hazy lighting at the party march was throwing, but hinrich had started to feel pretty hazy himself. his mind spun like a top, and his heart skipped beats as though it were jumping rope. all this, because he was locking eyes with the most chaotic, unpredictable, incredible boy he had ever known. blowing smoke straight into march’s house, hinrich laughed as his love didn’t even blink, instead seeming to enjoy the scent of hinrich himself. this made hinrich smile and blush, and he felt the need to inhale some more of whatever this illegal stuff was. 

the music was intoxicating, and so was the composer. as bernardo’s skillful fingers danced along the ivory keys of his piano, hinrich’s heart began to drum along. he had never expected to fall in love so soon, or with a man, or with a man like bernardo. yet here he was, falling head over heels to the beat, dizzier and giddier than he had been in a long, long, time. his own fingers twitched, wanting so badly to grab bernardo’s talented hand and keep it in his own, or even to kiss it. but he let his love finish the tune, and when they met eyes as bernardo looked up from the sheet music, hinrich whispered, “beautiful.”