locked together | WynnxRenly

Pinching at my skin, the summer sun’s rays would begin to colour the surface of my body. Oh how I hate the summer. Winter brought such cool, easily desirable conditions. But summer brings the long sticky humid nights, days of drought and the most dreaded thing: wet armpits. I am surprised I am not already sweating right now but the shelter from the trees is growing and the rays of the sun are unable to breaking through the natural barricade of the tree tops. Thankfully, there is a slight cool breeze tackling the humidity but the long hot days are still to come…and I can’t wait!

It’s felt like forever. All the time we have spent together feels like a lifetime. I can’t remember a time when I haven’t been with him, yet it hasn’t even been that long. My relationship with Wynn has been a great influence to me. Yet they don’t know…I haven’t told my parents. Right now they think I’m on one of my daily jogs. They have been questioning how frequent my runs have been lately. They expect that I should have somewhat progressed my body and have come home with all my muscles pulsating through my skin. I wish I could tell them though. Mother wouldn’t mind but she’d tell father and he’d certainly mind. There needs to be a way…

Padding along besides our feet, the dogs follow us closely, occasionally stopping to burrow their noses into the ground. I wish I could smell as good as they do because whatever scent they’re picking up through their nostril right now is invisible to me. There must be a secret world that surrounds us filled with pleasant…and unpleasant aromas. Hopefully the pleasant outweighs the other. My long distance sight is blurred as it is, whatever lays in the distance on this wooden trek is a mystery to me, yet the dogs will be able to sense it…Wynn too most likely.

Right now I am taking the dogs for a stroll with Wynn along with his own dog, Gift. Who I gifted too him. Thankfully another reaping has rolled by and my name has not been pulled from the glass bowl. I don’t know either of those representing the District but I know one of them is a relative of a past tribute, I can remember the name. Again I’ll likely not be following the games too closely. It’s not entertainment, not to me anyway. I know my brother will have his eyes pinned to the television screens. There must be some loose screws rattling about inside his head if he enjoys the action that unfolds in those arenas. I’ve always loved reading about battles in the books, fierce brave warriors taking down great armies. But it’s not real. The words form a picture inside my head that I create. The action that is shown on the screens is real and I am unable to create something else in my head to mask the gore that his splattered in front of me.

Entwining my fingers together with Wynn’s, my hold with him would be secure. Locked together for eternity, there is no key or code to unlock us. My hold is tight but not too tight to cause harm. I want to be able to feel him all the time, I know if my mind wanders elsewhere, I’ll no longer feel his palm on my palm and I don’t want that to happen. So now and then I squeeze him slightly, reminding myself that he is still there. My love, my protection, my Wynn. I’ve stopped questioning the reality of my feelings for Wynn because I know they’re real. Yes I am young, seventeen years old but I know what love is, I know the perception. I’ve experience the emotions that come with it, the sensations that it sends through my body. It is something that I will always relish in. Even when I am not with Wynn, his presence that lasts in my mind is always there and all the emotions remain with it.

Warmth swarms my hold with Wynn, I can feel the liquid beginning to form on the skin of my palms, shit I am sweating. Pulling my hand away from Wynn, I’d quickly rub the sweat on my trousers before slyly checking my armpits. Not sweating. Looking back up at Wynn, I can feel my cheeks tensing up as I am unable the fight the smile that forms on my face. ”Haha sorry, I getting pretty hot.” Grinning after my words, I’d hold my hand out towards him for him to take.