Photos at Versailles
Inspired by this photoset.
“Hey, Ma, look what I can do!” Chris grins, a wide, impish, beam of a grin, and skips off down the pathway. It’s a sunny day, a beautiful day, the best kind of day, and if the last few days have been the bizarre kind of wonderful Will has come to expect from his life with Chris, and had each ended with them tucked together under the blankets in their room, hands locked and foreheads pressed together while they talked about everything they’d done, everything they were going to do, he still treasures this, treasures all of it: whispers and promises in the dark, and bright bouncing joy in the sunshine, Chris light and bouncing and happy in Versailles, this strange beautiful place he feels free in.
