snuggled addictions {frankel}{rynn}{blitz}

Renly Myreen

Protecting us both from the marching armies of winter, the trees would be a perfect canopy in this park. Sat on the grass verge, I’d have Ser Steak gnawing at my hand while Egg lays curled in a ball on my lap. Pretending to eat the puppy with my ’clawed’ hand, I’d continue the little war we’re having. I’ve had them for two months now and boy have they grown up so much although they all act the same as they did when I picked them out at the Highland Games. Glancing over to Wynn, it seems Gift has taken a liking to him. She most definitely has the same taste as me.

The five of us sat in this park right now is just the most perfect moment ever. The four lives that I cherish the most, all bustled together in a memorable place. For sure this memory will stay embedded in my mind for a long time and I hope for my own sake there are much more like this to come.

Watching Wynn in the corner of my eye, while Steak attacks my fingers, I’d be unaware of the puppy sucking at the flesh of my hand. I just want him, nothing else. I want more moments like this, more memories of us together to cherish. At any moment, either of us could be swept away from each other but I can only just beg luck that it never happens. We’re stuck together now and nobody can tarnish the bound that is between us. We’re one, we’re meant to be.

”Quite a chilly day today.” Although first, we must defeat our enemy of silence…

Renly Myreen

Continuing the little battle with the juvenile pup, I’d seem to be winning. Since I obtained these dogs, everything has brightened up in my life. Despite my parents slow refusal of my ownership of them, I eventually got them to come around and accept the dogs into our home; they actually enjoy them (which is quite surprising.)

Thankfully, they have helped build conversation somewhat between me and Wynn; they’ve been a good excuse to get out of the house together. My parents are still unaware of Wynn and that will remain. They don’t need to ever know, they will just chisel away the bond between us; especially my father. I have eventually found someone in my life that I want to spend lots of time with. I can’t allow my parents to spoil that.

Listening to Wynn while the pup chewed on my fingers, my other free hand would be on the idle dog that remains curled in a ball on my lap. I am sure that puppy is broken.

”Oh I prefer it being cold you know.” Biting my bottom lip as I spoke, it seems we’ve stumbled upon a difference between us both. It doesn’t tarnish anything; it’d be rather weird if we enjoyed all the exact same things. ” I hate working in the heat, I get really sweaty. No matter how much I want to. I can’t strip down naked working but when it’s cold, at least I can just layer up.” Following my words, I’d cease up into an embarrassing goofy laugh. Rolling down my face, tears of joy would march down my cheeks as I could feel them burning up. Damn I am turning red.

Renly Myreen

Jabbing my finger into the black puppy’s face, I’d try to surrender to the fight. Despite being very amusing, my little battle was becoming very distracting. I need all focus on Wynn now as it seems we have gotten the conversation ball rolling. Grabbing the pup by its scruff, I’d place it onto my lap next to the other one. Raising one finger into the air, I’d scold the little dog. ”Now just sit there and don’t move!” Obliging to my command, the pup would let out a soft sigh before curling into a ball next to its brother. Placing a hand on each dog, I’d have full focus back onto Wynn.

”Yeah I enjoy the smell of burning wood too…” It’s hard to get away from the aroma, especially in this District. ”I like hot food too, hot drinks, nice warm tomato soup with toasted bread.” As the thought of food marched across my mind, my mouth would begin to water with cravings. I haven’t had the chance to cook anything for Wynn yet, although I am likely to spoil whatever meal it is I create. However if I were to make him anything, it would have to be in his kitchen. I cannot risk my parents seeing us in my own.

All of a sudden the mood would change around us as Wynn fires quite a serious question. Gulping the saliva that began to form in my mouth, my red cheeks would be wiped clean as the serious Renly expression calls home on my face. ”I’ve never really thought about it and do want to really…” The only people that I know that could be reaped are my brother and Wynn and I know who I would most happily wave good bye too. ”To be fair, we’ve both skipped through a lot of reapings. Luck is on our side, they’ll never pick our names from that bowl. Don’t worry about it Wynn.”

Moving my hand from one of the pup’s, I’d give Wynn quite a re-assuring pat on the shoulder.

Renly Myreen

The thought of being sent into the games has crossed my mind, from time to time; I am sure a lot of kids my age think about it. Basically, it is like thinking about the day you die. It’s a horrible thought and if people think about that too often, it sends them insane. It is just the same with the games. Paranoia taking over the brain, anxiety, the mind is just swamped with possibilities that cannot be faced. I don’t predict that I could survive or would die in the games, I don’t know. I can run but I know eventually, I’d have to fight back. Only luck can help anyone in the games and lately it has been on my side. So if the day comes that my name is pulled from that glass bowl, I hope my dose of luck is still high.

I wouldn’t want Wynn or my brother to volunteer for me; it’ll just make matters worse. If they died, I’d have both of their deaths on my hands and I couldn’t live with that, even if I hate my brother. But I mustn’t think about such things, I need to worry about what is happening now; not what COULD happen.

Moving my hand away from Wynn’s back, I’d place both of my arms behind me, resting my body. Right now, I could just curl up into a ball and go to sleep on this grass; just like the dogs. It seems both Egg and Steak and in full-on sleep mode. If they’re not causing havoc, they’re sleeping; there is no in-between. Glancing to the female pup, it seems she has taken a real liking to Wynn, maybe she should live up to her name sake and be Wynn’s actual gift from me. I’ll wait for the mood to change before I reveal the news.

"I had a brother in one of them." I know he has a lot of siblings but I cannot recall a Sawdust being in the games. Pondering on the thought, I’d run all the District Seven tributes in my brain, some of them being forgotten. Seven hasn’t had a pot full of luck with the games; we haven’t had anyone come home for a long time. I don’t even know if we have even ever had a victor. Although, I think it’s about time we do crown a winner, Seven has a lot of worthy victors over here and we must present the best District to the rest of Panem.

"Does the name Tybalt Capulet ring a bell to you?" Running the name through my brain, I’d try to figure out which games they were from. I never really pay much attention to them when they’re on; I usually forget anyone that isn’t a victor. Although the face of Capulet comes to my mind quickly, it being identical to Wynn…

”Eh, wasn’t he from One?” A confused expression would skip across my face as I’d try to tell Wynn that we’re from Seven, not One.

OOC: Yikes, this is no longer a blitz thread xD

Renly Myreen

Placing my hands back onto the pup’s heads, I’d gently stroke their fur, still quite confused by Wynn’s earlier comments. The only time I’ve met somebody out of Seven was during the Highland Games but they were only District Eight and Twelve citizens, not someone from a higher District! Was Wynn from one of these ever so famous career families? Maybe I don’t have to worry about his safety; he may well be able to protect himself from any threat thrown at him.

”Wow…” Are the only words that I seem able to output at the moment. Typically somebody would apologise for the loss of someone but that was too cliché for me. ”It’s sad he was lost in the games…but you’ve my support now you know. So if you need to talk about it more, then just let it all out in front of me.” Despite being the opposite of the comforting type, due to being unable to find any good words to support someone; I at least need to tell Wynn I will be there for him…no matter what.

Pondering on why he was sent to Seven and not remain in his own District, I’d admit my confusing. ”Quite weird they sent you here of all places.” My word would be infused with the puzzlement which is inside of me. ”Although it is a good job, otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.” Flashing a grin that trots across my face following my response, I’d give Wynn a slight nudge with my fist onto his shoulder.

Knowing that now would be a great time to bring the mood back to its pleasant state, I’d announce the news I had configured earlier on. ”If you want, you can have her.” Pointing to the bitch pup that sits on his lap.”She can be all yours, a gift from me.”

Renly Myreen

"I mean, he didn't really know what he was getting himself into I assume." Shrugging at Wynn’s comment, I’d brush off my offer for support although allowing it to linger so he knows if he ever wants it for anything else, it will always be there. Thinking back to the last games, I’d run the District One tributes through my mind. I never pay full attention to the games; however the particular tribute’s face did seem familiar to me at the time. How did I not match the similarities to Wynn? Thinking about it now, he looked nearly identical. Damn my brain is so soft.

Switching off my mind, I’d turn my full attention towards Wynn, noticing the large grin spreading like wild fire across his face. Mirroring his expression, as smile would trot across my own as I am pleased he likes my offer. ”Of course I am not kidding, she is all yours!” As I felt his lips quickly plant a peck on my cheek, a burning sensation would march across my face; I am blushing. Recently this emotion has been following me around a lot and I am yet to grew used to it although in due time, I’ll be relishing in it. If I grew used to the emotion of love, it means the power of it has run out. As long as I feel excited and surprised about it, I know that I will still be able to enjoy it. Although I hope the day I lose the power of love, never comes. ”Sure is,” A chuckle would roll around in my words, ”Take good care of her, she is a nice dog!”

Renly Myreen

Watching Wynn be excited with the gift, I’d be pleased with what I had accomplished. Making Wynn happy is all that I strive for and right now I am relishing in the moment. I know I can make him happy in so many different ways but today I do it by giving him presents. I know that the purpose of love is to make someone’s emotions be high, occasionally a couple may fall out with each other but the power of love will help resolve it with time. We have never hit a low point in our relationship and I hope it never happens. We have the odd quirk between us but so does every couple. But the problem we have is stupid and I shouldn’t be trying to fix it, maybe having awkward silences is a good thing…

Watching the mood suddenly drop, I’d be quite concerned with Wynn although his words kind of make me laugh a little. ”Oh I don’t care about gifts,” I’d say while shuffling ever so closer to him, ”As long as I have you, I will be happy.” Watching as the dogs jump off my lap, they’d both begin to sniff around so I’d let them do their own thing while keeping one eye on them. Free from the puppy’s, I’d rest my head on Wynn’s shoulder, while looking out into the direction where we are sat. ”…although a warm pastry would be a nice gift.” A goofy laugh with the odd snort would roll after my words as I’d snuggle up closer to Wynn.