rynn fever // Arctic

Wynn Sawdust was not the best at telling emotions, probably the worst at it. So when Renly had replied, Wynn had nodded while placing his hands in his pockets. ”Yeah ok, I’m the guest, we’ll do whatever you want.” The younger boy had said to the male, the boy seemed submissive to whatever Wynn wanted to do. Some may think wrongly of that statement, probably placing bets that Wynn would use that for bad uses but he wanted to see what the other male would want to do. There's no 'I' in boyfriend. Wait..

A large yell would erupt from the hallway upstairs before he could think about that thought, and he'd sigh. Of course his younger siblings would decide to start fighting now. Something about Terrance taking someone's pillow. The male would smile again, remembering that Renly was there and he couldn't go upstairs and yell at them to quiet down. He would right now with even Renly watching, but what would the younger male think of him? He would sigh and shake his head. He would smile and then nod as the male would start walking into his living room. "Well, let's start with something basic." Wynn would start talking, obviously sharing the use of this room if Renly hadn't figured it out yet.

Basic, something that starts something else. A connection, the start of a normal thing. Something not him. He was basic. Renly wasn't basic. He was something special.

You know, the special where it makes butterflies fly in your stomach when you'd talk to them?

The butterflies wanting escape, but are trapped in the cage to never be released; always to cause a flutter when you see someone that's much more than basic.

The male remembers when he first saw him, thinking that he was really damn hot, and that something smelled really odd.

He remembers remembering he has a brother; he has a twin and remembering that this life was all a fake life he was put in away from his brother. And now there is no chance of return for his brother. Wynn Capulet was his real name. Is there a reason he should be sad? Wynn barely knew him.

The fire that split them knows him well, it had been following him and haunting him like it wanted to make his life miserable even though it was gone.

Focus, Wynn. He's gone. You can't do anything about it.

"This is where people 'live' in a room. Not well thought of as a name. Is it?" He said while opening his arms in a slight motion of 'here it is'. Sitting down he would smile, wondering if Renly would care if he got off track of the tour. "Are you in a rush?" Wynn would ask, patting a seat next to him in case he wasn't busy. "You can sit down if you want." This was a good time to get to know him, and Wynn was taking it.

Wynn looked up with his eyebrows raised and eyes bright as he would hear the other boy speak up, becoming interested in what the other boy had to say. It was Renly, surely something would be of sense or importance. Maybe it was even inspirational, Wynn never knew what Renly would say or do. Maybe that's why he loves him. Why would he love him for that reason though? He would never know what other people would say or do, why does Renly make any difference? Because it just does.

Have you ever had one of those reasons for something, but you couldn't just explain it the best without just saying just because as an answer? That's the main conflict for Wynn. He just does, there's no specific reason besides the fact that he never knows what he's saying or doing and he doesn't understand himself for that. The words had fallen out of Renly's mouth, and they weren't even close to what he was expecting.

They were even better. Wynn liked that.

”Well at least the name is right although I am sure we live in like every room?” The male from district seven had laughed, his head nodding up and down like it had been a bobble-head that got flicked. He would smile at Renly, it seems that there was no possible way for him to not smile at him. He wasn't that cheesy was he? He hoped not.

Renly heard the question the male from District Seven had asked the other boy letting out a response to him to not leave the air to be filled like water to drown us in the odd silence that makes us want to talk less and less. ”Nah am in no rush really” The younger boy had told told Wynn while placing himself on one of the sofa's that would be inside the room.

It's silent again, the silence fills us, and it's like a bomb, ticking down and down until it'd almost explode; but it doesn't. The world, the earth is still capable around of us that makes it seem real and not blown up.

It's almost like a constant thing, almost like we're trying to think.

Maybe silence will be our always.

Renly speaks, starting the ball so we don't have to stay through the horror of silence forever. ”Really nice room this, better than my one at home.” Wynn would nod, agreeing that it's very nice. "Yeah, it's kind of essential to have a living room good enough to fit all of us at once if that were to ever happen." Wynn said with a nod and patting his hand on the armrest of his sofa. Silence had started to fill in again, only the slightest bit, but Wynn wasn't going to let that happen, he fired out a question towards Renly.

"So what's it like at home? I've never heard you talk about it."

The male from District Seven had been intrigued to know what Renly's life was at home, his home life would be the building block of his real life, what he does and what he says. He would nod slightly at the other boy's confusion due to the fact he had never talked about his home life before. ”Oh have I not? It mustn’t of crossed my mind." Wynn heard the male say. Folding his legs up into the corner of his chair he readjusted his body to get into a more comfortable position, which was legs hanging over the armrest and him just slumping onto the couch as he listened to Renly speak. 

”Nothing great about my home, I just have a standard house. Standard parents and an arse hole of a brother." Wynn would nod slowly, putting this information inside his head because this was general information he had to know. He watched as the boy across from him would tilt his head and shrug, speaking more words. ”My life isn’t exciting, but I am sure you can change that” A giggle would escape the boys lips along with a wink. Wynn would smile and let out a small laugh at the little joke that had gotten placed into his speaking. Wynn would fire back a response with a smile still planted on his lips. "You mean I don't make it exciting enough already?" He'd say, acting offended while he made a hurt face and then brightening up back to his regular smile.

He'd drum his fingers on the cushion he was sitting on as he'd look around the room a bit, trying to come up with a question to ask the boy. There were the simple ones, the ones that were just for plain old time passing. That'd be a good start? It was at least a question to ask, he didn't know much else than  that.

Though what of those simple questions? The lame route? The easy route? The basic route? What would be a generic question he could ask because he had no clue as of this time.

He decided to go with simple, that's always a good time filler.

"What's your favorite color?"

The older male would smile at Renly due to his comment, a small red blush starting to dance upon his cheeks. ”Well you’re slowly making it exciting, it has definitely gotten better since you’ve joined it.” Wynn had always thought this kind of stuff was always cheesy and not really necessary, but now that he was in this spot at that time listening to Renly speak, he didn't think it was that unnecessary at all. It was quite sweet in the males' opinion. Love was odd, it really was. Just a year ago Wynn was convinced that he was straight as an arrow, and here he is now in a room with a boy that he loves. There is no "possibility" in it, it's a fact. Not an inference, just a fact, Wynn Sawdust was in love with this boy. It could be written down for ages and ages, sent down as many generations that would actually care about the two boys love affair, not many people would.

He would be taken back to life as he would hear a very slight but audible giggling sound coming from the other boy's mouth as he had a hand covering his own mouth, leading Wynn to revealing a smile from his face. Happiness, he is able to say he is happy, he is safe-- he has nothing to worry about. ”Ooh I like blue. Like navy blue and steel blue mainly. I like dogs too, small ones and pies, definitely a beef pie.” Renly had said, answering other questions that could have been asked too, to get them out of the way. He speaks again, asking about Wynn's personal favorites. Smiling, he'd speak towards the male answering the question he had.

"Well, I like the color green, kind of the color of a leaf." He would pause, trying to think of other things he favors. "I like animals? I like people, I guess. People are cool. Food is nice, too." He said with a smile on his face, grinning at the boy nearby him. He would raise his eyebrows in interest as the boy stood up and walked over to him. "Can I sit with you? I'm cold."  Renly had asked. Nodding, he had responded. "Yeah, I am too." He said with a small smile still upon his face.