Who: Renly Baratheon and Loras Tyrell When: Backdated to Friday, January 5th. Early Evening Where: Renly's house What: Renly is sick and having dreams. Loras is worried Rating: Low Status: Complete
Since Renly had begun to feel sick the previous day, he'd spent the majority of his time lying on the couch except for when he'd gone down to the drug store to be seen at the Minute Clinic and when Tink had stopped by to drop off some soup. He would have to thank Tink, properly, once he wasn't feeling like shit; after all, she didn't even know him and still she'd offered to bring him soup. What kind of guy would he be if he didn't try to reciprocate at a later date? If he hadn't been feeling so bad, it would have amused him that, even when ill, he could still make friends. Since Tink had left, Renly had barely moved from the couch, his symptoms seemingly getting worse even though he'd been taking the medication they had prescribed for him at the Clinic. He had begun to run a temperature and his joints felt achy even though he hadn't really done anything.
In between laying watching crap TV and constantly blowing his nose, Renly drifted in an out of conciseness, which typical for someone who had the flu, but what wasn't typical were the dreams that occurred once he was asleep. He was younger, probably sixteen or so and there was another boy who had to have been around twelve. He'd never seen the boy before, but somehow he knew who it was. He knew that it was Loras. He didn't know how he knew, but he just did. They were dressed oddly, not in jeans and T-shirts or anything else that could even pass as modern day attire, but somehow it felt completely normal. Normal while he was asleep anyway. Upon waking up, Renly brushed it off as some weird fever dream, the dreams that Loras had told him about not even entering his thought process. He was sick after all. However, he didn't have the dream just once. No, it seemed like every time he fell asleep he had the dream and each time there was more.
At one point when he fell asleep during an infomercial, for some vacuum, the dream was different. He was a little older, as was Loras, and the tension between them was so palpable that it were as if the whole thing were real and not simply a dream. In the dream, Renly was watching a joust. Watching Loras. Then he was being dragged off to some dark alcove and being kissed. Before anything else could happen, Renly woke once more, the room dark save for the light coming from the TV.