away with us he's going, the solemn-eyed.

[nightmarist]

Who: Residents of St. Monmouth & OPEN to their various guests
When: Throughout February
Where: St. Monmouth in Kauto R2
What: The Backstreet Boys move into their magical farm of dreams.
Warnings: Look to the subject headers.
Notes: This is a mingle/catch-all log. Start your own threads! Tag around!

[Ronan didn't hesitate. Almost as soon as they arrived, he was making arrangements and picking out a plot of land. No payment necessary as long as he agreed to feed the locals? Fine. Perfect. He'd signed whatever he had to and picked out his favorite place in the lot, then he'd laid down in the grass and dreamt.

When he closed his eyes, he wasn't sure what he would build. The idea of "home" conjured up so many images in his mind. He thought of the Barns, of course, but also of Henrietta as a whole. He thought of Monmouth Manufacturing and dusty old books and the scent of mint. He thought of St. Agnes and its magnificent stained glass and the cramped coziness of Adam's bedroom above the office. He found Cabeswater sprouting up in the strangest places as the landscape shifted around him, spilling out of the walls and claiming rooms all for its own. Corridors and staircases emerged out of his memories, leading him through a maze of rooms both familiar and not-quite. In the end, when Ronan stepped outside to take a look at his work, he found he'd made himself a palace of nostalgia. Then he imagined a set of house keys, turned the lock of the front door, and woke up.

Ronan woke with his head resting on the welcome mat, sprawled across the front steps, gazing up at the spire of what he would dub St. Monmouth. It would be the main building of several he'd end up creating. Their new home.

Like God, he didn't rest for several days. Every time he shut his eyes, he devoted himself to dreaming something new. A farm needed animals and crops and barns and feed and equipment. Home needed streams and fish and bridges and flower gardens and glittering lights. He let his imagination run wild, and this meant that his dream things often emerged strange and senseless, but that reminded him of his father, which made the place more beautiful.

When he was finally satisfied - although not completely finished - he invited the others to join him.]

Comments

shuffling around the house idk

[deconstruct]

[ andyr'd been happy to see the jesse'd moved in with them, though unaware of whatever'd transpired between him and ronan. what he knows is jesse's a good man with a good heart who'd saved his life twice now when he really didn't have to, and is otherwise a silly shit and good company otherwise. however, he's passed out for most of the first week or so, and andyr doesn't want to strain the man more than he is, so he lets him have his peace.

when he does finally run into him during waking hours, it's in the hall, andyr having just shuffled out of either ronan or adam's room, still in his pajama pants and a loose sleep shirt, nearly running into jesse in the hall. jesse, and his fluffy mess of too long hair.

with a small grin, andyr's hands reach up, going immediately for the hazardous tangle of hair and fluffing through it, ruffling and helping the strands to stick out even more ridiculously than they had been. don't mind him, just enjoying himself. ]

andyr you dork

[heisenbitch]

Whoa--

[ --is what Jesse exclaims as he rounds the corner in the hallway, almost walking straight into Andyr, and he's about to add, "Sorry, man" when Andyr is suddenly ruffling and messing up his bed hair like an asshole.

Jesse's face scrunches up in sleepy protest. It had been mentioned to Jesse that Andyr was staying in St. Monmouth, though it's a surprise - a good surprise - to see Andyr here nonetheless. But Jesse's sleepy protest at what Andyr is doing to his hair is trumping any visible evidence of his surprise. ]

Dude, seriously?

[ His complaint exclaimed sleepily, while he simply stands there under Andyr's mussing assault of fingers in his hair. He's not really annoyed, though. Hard to be annoyed when it comes to Andyr. ]

:B

[deconstruct]

[ andyr's impulse control is a joke, and he's always been a tactile sort of person. so when he sees something he wants to touch, usually, he ends up touching it, so long as no one he likes is telling him not to.

given jesse isn't actually swatting at his hands right now, and this doesn't seem like any kind of extreme violation, he's not going to be moving his hands yet, sorry homie. ]

Seriously, dude.

[ it's also something of a kind of affection andyr's become incredibly more free with in the last week or so since coming to monmouth, something that feels like it scares him a bit now and again. moments when he feels unsteady in his own body, too aware of it. but right now isn't one of those times, and he's happily fluffing jesse's brain fuzz. ] Are you done hibernating now?

[heisenbitch]

Are you done dicking around?

[ Now Jesse is swatting Andyr's hands away with a wave of his own hands, though there's no real annoyance behind it. It's more like a half-hearted protest at Andyr's affection that's bordering a little on playing along with him. ]

[deconstruct]

Nah, think I got some more left in me.

[ andyr's snickering, letting his hands drop from jesse's hair, but now darting to poke at his stomach and at his sides, half tickling and half just being a pest. he was a little brother once, okay, he knows how to do this. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ 'Think I got some more left in me' translates to Jesse to mean Andyr is going to keep fucking around with his hair, to which Jesse plays along with a long-suffering sigh - and suddenly yelps at the poke to his stomach, and then his side. He jerks and flinches at the same time. Jesse is extremely ticklish, okay, especially on his ribs and his stomach and... well, pretty much everywhere. ]

Hey, hey--!

[deconstruct]

[ jesse spasms, and andyr's face lights up, making the picture of the :D face, realizing what that likely means. ]

Are you ticklish, Jesse? [ said in the tone that suggests andyr's just discovered a new means of terror. given jesse looks sort of adorable, all fluffed up and wearing pajamas that look five sizes too big for him, still sleepy looking all over, it can't really be helped. which is how jesse ends up with andyr's hands moving to his skinny sides and tickling in earnest now.

you had to find him when he was hyper. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse flinches and jerks and tries to dart away from the onslaught of Andyr's hands. With shouting protests that are breaking into laughs: ]

Hey--! [ Which is cut off by a laugh. ] Oh, my god--! [ Which cuts off into another protesting, involuntary laugh. ] You asshole--!

[ And in attempt to escape, he tries to dart away again, but winds up stumbling back against the wall behind him with a loud clumsy thud. Which results in Jesse trying to fight back, with a grab at Andyr's head in attempt to wrench him into a headlock while he dissolves into genuine laughter, like a dumb kid play wrestling with another, way stronger dumb kid.

So not what Jesse was expecting from having not long woken up. Andyr is doing a good job of taking Jesse's mind off anything that's bothering him, though. Andyr always seems to have a knack for doing that. ]

I swear, you are dead!

[deconstruct]

[ way strong dumb kid, yes, but andyr's playing along - winning all the time is hardly fun for anyone, including him, so he doesn't resist the headlock hard enough to break it. andyr's cackling up a storm of loud, ridiculous laughter, probably waking anyone else that isn't already roused in the house, but not particularly caring.

with one hand on the arm locking his head up, the other goes around to jesse's other side, tickling at him there, because look, you're scrawny, and you can't control all his limbs at once. ]

Yeah? What're you gonna do, snuggle me to death?

[ because that what it seems like right now, broski, with you clinging onto his neck and all. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse is trying to wrestle you, yo! Not snuggle, you giant ass. Except for all that Jesse can be a nasty, dirty fighter, he is absolutely no match for Andyr, and he's not actually trying to fight dirty as such. How the fuck can he with Andyr mercilessly tickling his side like that?!

Jesse can't even answer Andyr because Andyr has found a spot so ticklish that Jesse is nothing but a squirming, writhing mess against the wall, a shrieking, uncontrollable laugh being forced out of him. Godddd, his stomach is already starting to hurt from the involuntary laughter, and he's rapidly losing his breath. ]

Fuck, stop, you asshole, stop! [ A shrieking laughing protest, before he can't stand it anymore and manages to disentangle himself from Andyr with a jerk of limbs. Being small and skinny has some advantages: it makes him spry and somewhat nimble. He ducks down against the wall and darts free, beginning to launch himself down the hallway in a thunder of bare feet slapping on the ground to escape Andyr while throwing a laugh over his shoulder at him. ]

[deconstruct]

[ anyone in the house who was asleep before certainly isn't now, between jesse's shrieking, and andyr's cackling, and the both of their heavy footfalls as they go chasing each other through the halls and various dreamscape rooms.

honestly, he hasn't decided what he'll do with jesse when he catches him. if he decides to catch him, because just chasing him around like a loon is enough fun. more than andyr's had in ages, letting all that energy he carries around him run somewhat wild. the house, the home, and ronan's want to for him to feel at ease here, has that effect. as does jesse, who seems perpetually up for dealing with whatever weirdness or stilted personality andyr carries around with him.

leaping over a couch in the chase, andyr grabs at a pillow on his way down, launching it at jesse's back just before he makes it into the next room. ]

[heisenbitch]

[ Seeing Andyr easily leap over the couch elicits another laugh from Jesse, and makes him launch himself into a faster run towards the next room before Andyr catches him. With the pillow slapping hard against his back, Jesse ducks in reaction to it with a shout of a laugh before he's darting out of sight through the doorway. He throws himself into a small alcove that leads towards one of the bathrooms, breathing hard, trying to stifle his laughter while attempting to hide out of Andyr's sight....

And the moment Andyr goes charging past the alcove in pursuit, Jesse leaps out from the shadows and launches himself onto Andyr's back. Arms grabbing him around the shoulders, scrawny legs managing to clamp around Andyr's hips, attached to his back like he's hitching a piggy-back ride. Announced with a laughing shout of triumph: ]

Got you, dickwad. [ And one of his hands comes up to violently ruffle and mess up Andyr's hair, almost giving him an all-out noogie. Such dumb boyish rough-and-tumble. ]

[deconstruct]

[ four months ago, he tried playing like this with steve rogers, and ended up almost breaking his fingers as a knee jerk response to an arm going across his throat. it says something very serious about progress that he not only isn't throwing jesse into a far wall right now, but halts the entire process of it as soon as he takes in that first, sharp inhale of surprise, and his mind starts to reel.

the laughter helps too, and jesse's hand ruffling all through his hair. there's a still moment, andyr's hands on the forearm looped around the front of his shoulders, and he takes a conscious moment to remember where he is and who jesse it, but a second later, he's letting his knees fold under him, flopping to the floor like a jello blob. ]

Ahh, fuck, you got me. I'm dying. [ done in the same kind of way a grown ass person would admit defeat to a hyper toddler. ] I leave my fish to Steve, and my ice pick to Ronan, and Jesse Pinkman gets nothing.

[heisenbitch]

[ Jesse isn't even aware he's caused Andyr to have a mini-freak out. He's too busy noogying the shit out of Andyr's skull and laughing. ]

Not even your gay ass flower girl basket? Pussy.

[ With Andyr having slid to his knees, Jesse finally loosens his legs from around Andyr's hips - and winds up sagging clumsily off him, causing the both of them to half-collapse on the floor in the hallway. Jesse is a sprawl of scrawny legs, his skinny body slumping over Andyr. So much immature laughing as he sags off to the side while still clinging to Andyr's shoulders. ]

[deconstruct]

[ that's the idea - that no one's even aware he has crazy going on in his head, and it just passes under the radar, until something big enough happens to make him snap again. ]

Not even my gay ass flower girl basket. Nothing. Maybe some pocket lint.

[ andyr's snickering along with him, a hand reaching up from where he's flopped on the ground to shove at jesse's shoulder. what a little punk ass. but andyr's so glad to see him up and about and smiling, after being locked in his room for so many days. it's nice to have his friend back. ]