“Not all who wander are lost.” || #ChoicesCreates Round 12, hosted by @hollyashton . Inspired by both the prompt and Pride Month.
This is the first time when Zig thinks back on all the emotional anguish of discovering his sexuality, and he feels relieved instead of sick to his stomach. It had been hell but here he is now, standing tall and unafraid, more sure of himself than he’s ever been before. All that time he’d felt so isolated, and now it turns out that he’d never been lost, just on the path of learning who he truly is. He touches his fingers gently to the dried paint smeared across his cheek, the distinct colors reminding him that he isn’t alone anymore. He doesn’t have to be.
Nearby Zack’s waving around a rainbow flag bigger than he is, and beside him Kaitlyn’s wearing one that’s various shades of pink as a cape. Zig watches as the girl lifts her hands into the air, aimlessly shouting nonsense into the chaos like so many others around them. He laughs, then glances over his shoulder to see the waves of people who look just as happy as he feels. A soft look crosses his face, and for just a moment, the noise and the hype all fade into a gentle buzz like you see in the movies.
All the struggling, all the fighting with himself… It was all worth it to feel this… this…
“Free?” He looks over to his left and Kaitlyn’s smiling up at him with shining eyes. “That’s what you’re feeling, isn’t it?”
He tilts his head, but slowly nods. “Yeah… How’d you know?”
She laughs merrily, gesturing around them with a sweeping motion. “It’s our first pride parade! I feel it too!”
He grins brightly, throwing his arm over her shoulders and doing the same to Zack once he’s in range. Zack lifts his flag higher in response, throwing his head back and yelling into the air: “I love being gaaaaay!!”
Some nearby people cheer before copying him, and Zig just laughs, looking at the seemingly endless crowd ahead of them. “I’m proud to be me,” he says, but nobody else hears him. But that’s not important. What’s important is that it’s the first time he’s ever felt pride and damn… It’s years and years overdue.
The heat of the day was scorching against her pale skin, the cries of the crowd deafening as they rode around the arena, her body stiff and unyielding at his side. “Smile and wave, Princess, smile and wave,” he muttered under his breath.
“I’ll do no such thing,” she whispered angrily, her brow furrowed. She had been made to do many things in this life, but marrying this veritable stranger was not one of them. Gods forgive her.
“Smile unless you fancy the thought of our heads on pikes outside the city,” he repeated, his grip on her hand growing tighter. The cheers of the crowd grew even louder, the sun’s light warmer, and she gave a shaky smile.
I was trying to do a series of “CS Re-imagined” in different historical times. Suffice to say, it didn’t quite work out. But this happened!
Adrien knows he shouldn’t do it. Adrien knows that there will be consequences to this action and Adrien knows this is probably a bad idea but Adrien is not here on this rooftop, Chat is, and Chat is tired of staring up at the girl who hung the moon and wishing, and every fiber of his being is telling him to leave that behind and take the chance to do something with someone who is with him, on his level.