rynn fever // Arctic

His heart would be filled with the overflow of relief as his words were spoken, making him ecstatic to be living in this moment. His body like a charger being plugged into an outlet, electricity shooting throughout his body and making him feel so much more alive than he had been feeling earlier. The electricity of relief and love-- whatever the hell was going on with his emotions would shoot through his body, traveling from the tips of his left hand to his right hand, from his head to his toes the shocking thought that he was in love had traveled throughout his body like an airline.

All the cheesy love sayings, that opposites attract and all of that makes him laugh, but now that he's here saying and thinking those things he feels like quite the hypocrite. 

Though he does not mind this place in time, forgetting all his hypocritical thoughts and just drifting into the time that is now where he's with Renly, and that's a dream that he can say is fulfilled. He's never kissed a boy before Renly. He wasn't sure if he'd particularly like it either.

Though on that night when they were laying in the grass and looked up at the sky and the air surrounding was screaming magic and the best of memories, Wynn would realize that the thought of loving someone (there is no denial in his love) was the best.

Doing all of the things that most people talk about a lot which normally involves no clothes (which Wynn won't further explain, because you should get what he's talking about by now) is not something he would dream of.

What does Wynn dream of? He dreams of many things; love, forever being happy-- though it's like an artist frustrated as he would scribble those out by waking up and getting out of that dream because dreams are all just pieces of fiction.

Pieces of our imagination, stored and to make us forget about the world we're away from as we sleep.

He dreams of love where you don't need to have sex, he dreams of the love where you can just smile at each other and trust each other because you love each other and through their smiles and clamped hands they don't have to worry one will betray the other; because they're in love. The world around the two had started to go silent, the breaths of each other as his would hit the back of Renly's neck, reminding the male in front of him that Wynn was alive and breathing (which in all reality, he's breathing just for him). There's no denial in it as he would inhale and exhale the whispers that he could tell Renly a million times. I love you, Renly. They whisper to Wynn, making him captured in the spell.

He would pull his attention towards the male, wanting to do something because just laying there with him feels empty and filled with suspicion of what was going to actually happen. The male would find himself staring into the face of Renly, leaning into his own face. The air had been dancing with magic and the chants of love surrounding his mind, and he was sure this was a story that he would be able to tell for ages just due to him explaining how much the male loves him.

Following his lead, Wynn would lean in as their lips would meet, connecting them into a single world.

Electricity flickered throughout his bones as if he were a copper wire, his entire body flickering with an ecstatic response of sorts. Evidence of this statement could be seen physically. It was almost printed on his face like a newspaper- the headline being many things that the list would drag on too long. His thoughts were spinning around inside his head almost like a tornado, trying to find a landing spot to determine what to say or do. Some would say to just continue, but it's almost as if he needs to say something. Like he needs to release some words that fill the abandoned air that is only filled with dust and the barely audible sound of his siblings talking upstairs. It was almost like those times in a classroom where the teacher had told you to be quiet, but the students refuse as they whisper to each other. Secrets? Rumors? Maybe even memories?

Those are the things that whisper in the air as he would be breathed into by the cold air as warmth had been taken off of his body. It was like stepping outside in the winter; how horrifying that is while living in District Seven. The cold is almost like the games; something everyone fears and can kill easily like a knife. Opening his eyes it seemed that Renly had pulled away. It was like a crowd after a big performance, settling down slowly until silence would fill the large room.

It was silent.

Silence.. Silence is a friend of the two, almost like a parent. The silence had stood between the two, demanding conversation and not to hold in their words. To be honest.

He would listen as Renly had spoken. (Damn, his voice is almost melodic). ”We need to fix something.”

What do we need to fix? There's nothing broken-- his heart was mended by Renly and cannot be taken away unless he was forced to. And even then; he would rather die.

He would be puzzled as Renly had moved his hands to his head, shaking it slightly. The melody of a voice had spoken again. ”You’ve words inside that big head of yours, I know you do and I want to hear them!" He had said. Wynn would chuckle, his eyes brightening even though Renly's voice had raised.

What words did he have to say? There was only one phrase that chanted inside his mind-- but that had already been established. He would run his hand through Renly's hair, chuckling slightly. "I love you." He wanted to say this; almost like his brain was demanding for it to be said. He opened his mouth to speak words.

"I must say, your hair is soft. I like it." Wait- what?

God damn it.

I did it again. Again. This is probably the fifth time I've ruined the moment from my stupid brain making me say such a silly thing. A sigh had escaped my mouth as I wanted to reach my hand up to slap myself up on the forehead but I was afraid I was going to hit the male nearby me. It had grown to become near silent, the only thing that was barely audible was the breaths between us two now. As I frown at my failure of an attempt to talk to him I notice that he still has an eye planted on me, revealing a smile towards him. The smile wasn't painted on by force, it was painted on by inspiration.

How did I earn that inspiration, you may wonder?

I got it from simply seeing the one person that gives me joy in life, gives me happiness. Gives my mind a message that there's people that I should be living for and breathing for.

As his body fell to rest next to mine, I would hear him speak a question directed towards me. ”Oh I love you Wynn. Do you’ve any food? I am a bit hungry.” At the mention of food, it sparked the hunger inside of me. I would nod, letting out a small laugh at the grin plastered across Renly's face. Standing up I spoke to Renly not really knowing what he wanted to eat. "Yeah, I do. Follow me?" I would say, with raised eyebrows in interest.