infant minds {frankel}{rynn}

R e n l y M y r e e n

The trees were dancing with the winter wind, the leafless branches looking sorry for themselves as they try to bust out moves without their dance partners. Although spring will be around soon, reuniting them back together and reuniting Renly with the hot sun. How he dreaded the next two seasons, he had been lapping up the cold a lot recently and does not want to let go yet. However there are two months left for him to salvage the cold air, two months before the sticky wet summer nights arrive, where he is left wide awake trying to tackle the heat in his bed.

Right now however, he is knocked out dead, cozied up inside the duvet, unaware of what is happening outside of his dream state. Renly is only with his mind and possibly only an earthquake or a bomb could wake him up now.

His dream, he typically gets the particular dream at least once a week. It’s always the same however tiny fine details change from time to time. Him and Wynn, sat beneath the tree where they had met, Sometimes they’re together, sometimes they’re with the dogs and recently the baby has accompanied them. Although tonight’s dream is different…he is by himself. Sat hunched up beneath the tree, his back resting against the trunk as his arms cradle his knees. Why is he alone? Renly is viewing it from above, as if he is a bird spying on himself down below. He looks young, at least seventeen years old.

Why is he alone? It’s cold, too cold. Creeping up on his trousers, the frozen ground attacks them, soaking him to the skin as the warmth from his bottom escapes into the turf, melting the icicles that rest on it. Despite witnessing the scene from above, he can feel the cold that his alternate self is going through. Why is he alone? Prancing down his face, tears are attacking his cheeks, occasionally a cry creeps from his mouth as he calls out some words. ”Why? Why him?” Who is he talking about? Whats happened? Why is he alone?

Movement disturbs the scene, as a figure emerges from the trees. They’re quite short and walk with such hurry, heading straight towards the tree that Renly sits beneath. Taking Renly’s arms, the person pulls him up from his seat however Renly is reluctant to move. ”Why mum? Why?” It’s his mother but why is she here? She never goes far from the house? Where is Wynn? Cradling her son, the pair hugs for a while, the tears still very prominent from Renly’s eyes. ”The games are cruel son, it’s not your fault, Wynn tried to come home…for you.”

He’s having a bad dream…a nightmare.

Never has this dream occurred before and he wants it to stop, he wants to wake up, he wants to be with Wynn. Trying to fight his consciousness in his head, the battle is hard, he’s not going to wake.

Renly and his mother stop hugging, allowing Renly to rub away the tears from his eyes. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, Renly can feel it from his view in the tree. It feels long, it feels so wet…it feels like she’s licking him…

Opening his eyes, he is met by Ser Steak, who has appointed himself to be Renly’s face washer. Moving his arms, he’d push the dog from his face, sitting up in the bed. Wynn seems to be awake already as he is alone; maybe Ty had called for their attention. However the smell of cooking downstairs quickly finds its way into his nostrils…he’s making breakfast. Pulling himself out of the bed, Steak would jump up at his knees. ”Down Steak.” He’d scold the dog as he raises himself from the bed.

Walking like a zombie to the bathroom, he’d splash his face with water from the basin, staring into the mirror. Thoughts of the dream would flash in his mind but he’d quickly wipe them away. ”He’s downstairs Renly, alive and well, it was just a dream…it’s not real.” He’d tell himself, wanting to erase the dream completely from his brain. Dreams aren’t real, right now is reality…or is it? Renly has never been the one for deep thought and he doesn’t want to venture into that now.

Exiting the bathroom, he’d head back into the bedroom, Steak on his heels like a shadow. Glancing down at the dog, he’d smile. Remembering back to when he won him in the Highland games, he is happy he did. They were only ten weeks old at the time and boy have they grown. Despite being small dogs, all three of them definitely have big personalities and he is happy that he obtained them. The family would not be the same without them.

Pulling on his dressing gown, he’d head downstairs, followed swiftly by the dogs. Renly is definitely pleased with his current life and there is nothing that he wants to alter. Every day he looks back to when Wynn proposed to him and he is happy that past Renly said yes. Rubbing the ring on his left hand, he’d admire it, smiling to himself. The pair even decided to be responsible, adopting a child of their own, naming him after Wynn’s lost brother. Although there was a scuffle over the surname, Ty Sawdust-Capulet stuck. Renly loves his own surname, so kept it but wanted to add on to Ty’s name. However Ty Sawdust-Capulet-Myreen, is quite a mouthful so he was willing to not add it on. However he still goes by the name of Renly Myreen although the ring on his finger confirms that he is Wynn’s, despite not taking on his name.

Entering the kitchen, a grin would paint itself onto his face as he is met by Wynn cooking. Moving towards him, he’d wrap his arms around Wynn’s waist, wishing him a good morning. ”Morning love, what’s cooking?”

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R e n l y M y r e e n

Filling his nostrils, the aroma of cooking bread marches up them, sending fantasies of food into his brain. Forever his mother had called him food orientated however he didn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t. In a world where food is scarce, why would anyone not have it on their mind? Eating helps people to survive and well eating is a fun hobby too. However he doesn’t over eat, mainly because they don’t have the money to afford lots of food and he has continued with his running. Every morning without fail, he is out of the house in his shorts and t-shirt, running around the District. Be it in rain or snow, he is out there no matter what. He has enjoyed it since he began when he was just fourteen years old. He feels free when he is out running and he can feel the good that it is doing to his body. If it wasn’t for his running, he wouldn’t have met most of the people in his life, such as Wynn. He owes his hobby to finding the love of his life and he can’t just throw it away.

Never really becoming domesticated, Renly left the house duties to Wynn. Even though his mother taught him how to cook and clean, due to not having a daughter to teach her skills too; he was unable to cotton onto the idea. Renly hates being trapped inside a house all day and even though he is in the company of Wynn, he grows bored and claustrophobic over time. Renly became the breadwinner of the family, going out and continuing his job as a lumber. Despite hating the work as a teenager, he slowly grew to like it, earning promotion after promotion. However he still loves climbing up the trees, the running has helped strengthen the muscles in his legs so it is easy work. Leaving Wynn at home to tend to the house and Ty, as well as having a part time job on the side, there is nothing that he’d change in his life right now.

Still keeping contact with his family, the day that he came out that he was gay was one to remain in his mind. Even when he met Wynn, he still hid the relationship from his family. He wasn’t worried of his mother finding out, just his father and brother. Many times his father mentioned wanting grandchildren and a lovely wife for both of his children, so he knew he would likely be disappointed if told that he was in fact going after a boy.

Although the encouragement to tell his parents arose one day randomly, on a summer’s morning, just a couple of months after their relationship began. Everyone was sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, everything was so calm and tranquil for once and he just spilled it out to everyone. Only his father’s face was painted in shock, his mother told him later on that she already knew and she was happy for him. Robbie had always teased him about being gay and wasn’t really surprised about him coming out. However it was his father that remained in shock for a long time. He didn’t initially react well to it but slowly came around.

Two weeks after informing his parents, finally his father sat down in his bedroom and spoke his mind on the whole ordeal. He didn’t mind, he still loved Renly and wished to meet Wynn.

Now his parents are old, still working occasionally although his brother still lives with them, with a new wife and five children. He is happy that the whole of his family is happy; he still visits them every week and keeps them up to date with what is going on in his life. After all they brought him into this world and guided him in his childhood. However being out of the house was a relief for Renly, when he finally moved with Wynn. Having all the freedom in the world…well from his parents was the best thing that happened to him. Picking out his own furniture, putting it exactly where he wanted in the house was great. He was no longer forced to practice the ridiculous axe throwing with his brother and father; he could do exactly what he wanted and when he wanted. He could eat food in the living room and put his elbows on the table when eating. As each rule was knocked from the list in his life, however another was added. He is an adult now; he has a lot more responsibilities.

Watching Wynn butter up the toast with jam, he’d lick his lips slightly, eager to stuff it into his mouth. ”Slept like a baby, did Ty wake up at all last night?” He’d say before giving Wynn a slight peck on the cheek. Wearing his grey pyjama bottoms and top, Wynn’s bare upper half would be quite irresistible and he’d want to continue holding him. However he’d remove his hands from Wynn’s waist, moving to sit at the table, preparing himself for the morning’s meal. ”The toast looks like a real masterpiece Wynn, you put a lot of effort into it I can see.” He’d tease, being quite sarcastic and playful in his words.

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R e n l y M y r e e n

Renly Myreen was never a responsible person, nor is he now. Adulthood has only altered him in appearance; it seems the old saying of ‘the child always remains in you’ is true however Renly is a little bit more special. He has always been the wacky idiot that he is now and he wouldn’t change it for the better. Wynn fell in love with his personality; he has gained so many friends through his personality, what’s the point in ‘growing up’ mentally? Yes he is mature when he needs to be, especially working and being around Ty but the goofy side that many have come to know him by is still very prominent. Whenever he is playing peek-a-boo with Ty, any spectator would think he was a 5 year old boy. It’s just who he is and time has failed to knock it out of him.

Since he learnt about Wynn’s lost brother, Renly was obviously astonished by the fact and disappointed with himself that he hadn’t realised before. A real life doppelganger was on the screen in front of him during the 70th Hunger Games, the games had only started when they had met yet he never realised. He has never been the observant type but he should have at least guessed that ’Hey this guy looks merely identical to Wynn…’

Forgiving his own recklessness, Renly has tried his best to help Wynn. Never being the real comforting type, he has his own special ways of cheering people up. Pulling a few jokes, talking about bizarre things as well as presenting them with food…that somebody else has prepared. It’s just his life has ran on a steady road since he was born. So he has never had to endure such pain before. Despite having a tense relationship with his father and brother, he is still one of the most fortunate citizens in the District. Food has always been there on the table. His family has always surrounded him. Whenever he was hurt, he received good medical care. He has never lost anyone nor does he ever want to think about it. He’d rather die than lose Wynn although he knows Wynn will be just as torn as him if he ever died. The world is cruel but right now he can only think about the present and not what is to come in the far future.

Placing his hands on the table, he’d admire Wynn as he cooks. He is a real housewife... Renly tries his best to help Wynn with the domestic chores although gives up most of the time, really he is useless. Although he doesn’t like seeing Wynn being rushed on his feet so occasionally he treats him to a breakfast in bed. Usually the eggs are too runny or the toast is too burnt but if Wynn hates the occasionally treat, to Renly, he is doing a good job at hiding it from him.

Whenever Renly gets a big pay cheque from his work, he does his best to pay back Wynn in a much less chaotic way. Picking out gifts in the market as well as picking up a pastry from the bakery. Due to their first date involving such a thing, Renly thinks the food has become a symbolism to their relationship. Most people have songs, poems, areas where they had met. Yes the tree is also a great symbolism but he lives in District Seven, trees are everywhere.

Having practiced crafting when he was younger, Renly has continued with the little hobby of his, it’s another good practice for him to give gifts to Wynn. Also he crafted small toys for Ty when he grows up, small little dogs, replicating the three live ones that run around the house. Cube blocks, for when Ty ever wants to build. Renly can’t wait for Ty to grow; he has so much planned to do with the little boy. He hopes to teach him his craft of carving as well as maybe go running with him, showing the sights that he has grown to love since a child. Really, Renly can’t wait for Ty to thrive and live a much happy life like is…or even happier. At least he won’t have a bully of a brother in his shadow every step of the day.

”Yeah, I had to make it perfect just for you. I hope you enjoy it, because if not I’d be deeply offended.” A chuckle would roll from his mouth following Wynn’s comment. He loves the chemistry that they have between themselves. The occasional laughs and giggles, the teasing and occasional pathetic arguments. They couldn’t be more perfect for each other than the partnership of a knife and fork. ”Oh of course I’ll enjoy it, when do I never?” He’d question as his stomach growls for attention. Patting is abdomen; he’d scold it mentally for being so loud, trying not to exhale the scent of cooking toast through his nostrils due to it being a tease to his empty stomach.

”Well I won’t be able to enjoy it, unless it is in front of me…is it nearly done?” A grin would follow his words, as if to say he was teasing again. Renly is patient enough to wait but loves to mess around with Wynn, hoping that he isn’t offending him, for he would rather put himself in pain than annoy Wynn.

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