Sometimes it snows in April

morning, unpleasant meeting and dancing

april pov

We lay there for while. The silence speaks for itself. We lay there in the light. Playing with eachothers hair listening to the desires of our hearts. "we need to get up." He says. I nod but don't move. He sighs. I feel that he's crying. I know mornings always been hard for Theo. I hope he's okay but I Don't think he'd like me to ask. I get out of bed. "What's the time?" He asks. It's 8 o'clock. He gets out of bed. "Today we'll pick our clothes for tomorrow. I know what I'll be wearing. I also need to teach you how to dance but I have a quick class to give at Oxford and after that I'll be visiting London and meeting an old friend." He nods. "While I'm away you'll be choosing clothing" I try to read while he gets ready. He looks at me in the mirror. He kissed my neck. "I love you" I stroke his hand in my hair. He's wearing a emerald green suit that looks darker in shadow than in light. His first suit that isn't black since his parents passing. And he still wears a special black earring made of onyx. His father had one of his many signet rings that was made of onyx. Normally Theo wears signet rings in his pink but when he wears the ones inherited from his father he wears them on his ring finger because they are too big for him. His hands are remarkably thin. "I need to get out of here. Have a great day dear. Bartholomew will give you all information you need or want. I'll be back as soon as possible I'm sorry I'm so busy all the time. I wish I could be around more often" He kisses me. "I love you"

I shower. After a hot shower I look in the mirror. I'm beautiful, I know that very well. My eyes are so green that they look like emeralds. Theo called me emerald when I was young. I don't know why he stopped. I want to teach myself to ride a horse properly again so I pick out the right clothes and my day starts.

Later The stylist comes. I shake his hand. "Hi, I'm April." He nods. "Nice to meet you, I'm Cyril." He has boxes full of clothing. "So I understood that you are gender non conforming april, should I mind pronouns?" I shake my head. "Just call me april and I'll be happy. Do you have anything in mind?" After a long trial of error and liking and disliking clothes we find a suit to my liking. The beautiful material is softer than anything you'd think of. I look in the mirror. I envision me with Theo. "It's perfect" I say

Theo pov

"Perfection, what is perfection in literature?" I ask the class. Someone puts up his hand. "Yes mister Francis?" "A book that sells good right?" I shake my head. "Doesn't have to be. Perfection is hard to see, even in the normal world. But in literature it's even harder, it all depends on the reader and how they perceive it. The trick is to trick the reader into thinking the perfection of a protagonist is also theirs. So if he is in love and thinks she's perfect the reader must think she's too because they only show the perfection to her character. Or you decide to make her imperfect." "So if you love someone you think they're perfect?" someone asks. "I think for a second. I'd think so yes. But that's my opinion. Class dismissed, read pages 290 to 540, I'd advice to begin studying for the next tests, everybody with questions can ask them at the front of the class." A boy from my class comes up to me, he's older than I am, most of my students are but that's okay. "Are celebritie perceived as perfection?" he asks. "By some yes, but you need to remember they are also idolized." He nods. "Will you still be teaching when you are a working royal proffesor?" I look at him. "Uhm I hope so yes. I definetely hope so." "Good, I don't want another professor." I laugh "Thanks fabian you are too positive. Don't forget to study for the next tests."

My driver is parked right outside the uni. Some people are looking at it because it has tinted windows. I almost feel embarresed by it. I don't know why. We drive to London. I walk the last few meters to the gentleman's club. That's an upper class club for gambling, formal dinners etc. They also have libraries most of the time and other privileges. You need to be member to enter it of course. I hear someone behind me. I turn around. Shit, it's Lachlan, why?? "Hey Theo, what a coincedence." I decide to smoke a cigarette while listening to his nonsense. "What?" "I'm really glad to see you" "I'm not." "So I've been featured in a royal hall of upcoming artists. You'll be visiting as soon as you are real prince." I nod "Wow" I say unimpressed. "Did you know?" "Did I know what?" "That you are a prince" "Really? you need to ask it? I shared my deepest secrets with you and you're asking me that? walk to the moon" "Theo" "It's prince Clement, and this is harrasment, I won't hestitate." "You just said yourself, I know you're deepest darkest secrets." "yes but where's your evidence??" he doesn't asnwer. "That's what I thought."

I enter the club. Immediately I see Éliott, that's my friend. I haven't seen him in a while. He looks horrid. We talk for a while when he metions he's raising puppies and needs to get the last one a home. We constanly speak french because it's normal for us. I ask him what breed. It's an irish wolfhound, we used to have Irish wolfhounds. April loved them. "Where are you staying at the moment?" "Here in my apartement in London" "you have the pups with you?" "yes"

Not much later I step into the car. "Sorry for being a tad bit late." I say

I arrive home. "April I'm home. I have a surprise for you" April walks down the stairs. He's so beautiful. He's wearing a white jumpsuit and his hair is slightly curly. The evening sun shines upon his face. He gasps. "A Puppy!!!!" I laugh. April runs towards him and pets him. "Ahhh, you're so cute. What breed?" "the same breed as Skye was. So an Irish wolfhound." "You're awesome Theo. I love it!!!!!" "I'm glad you like him." "Does he have a name?" "I was thinking Antoine Claude Tobias, than he has our initials." "I love it." I give him a box. "What's this?" "For you to wear tommorow." He opens it. It's a very cute little necklace with quite an epensive and beautiful emerald on it. "I used to" "Call me emerald" he says. He kisses me. 

april pov

After dinner Theo shows me the ballroom. It's beautiful but big. "Let's teach you how to dance." He place his hand on my hip and mine on his shoulder. "I will lead" he says. "most important rule if you don't lead is don't be afraid." he says lovingly. I smeel his hair. He smells so good, like a morning sun shining on a flower, or a dewdrop fallling of a leaf, rain dripping from the tops of trees, the last rays of seeping through a window, like they do now unto Theo's face. First it's a little hard but after a few mishaps I start to feel comfortable. We're dancing to the music from the piano. I feel like this is my beauty and the beast moment. I never imagined I'd have one at all. I'm so happy. I lean against his firm chest. I'm grateful he's a bit taller. I've never savoured a moment so much in my life. I feel so alive and like I'm in a dream at the same time. It's so different from my expectations but so beautiful and real. And I would not want to have it with anyone else than my theodore