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

[deconstruct]

[ adam presses tight to andyr, and while this may have bothered him with another person, here, it just feels like safety. someone else present to make the rooms less empty, him less alone and forgotten and abandoned.

andyr's feet hook around adam's ankles, and his arms slips to curl behind the boy's back, holding him pressed to his chest. he's so, so close, and andyr does it more on instinct than anything else - he covers the few inches between their faces and kisses him.

just slow and lazy and sleepy, but grateful for this warmth, and this boy in his arms. ]

[morethan084]

Right.

[That does make sense to be fair.]

I picked up a few things near my house. None of it is really my style though. I don't think they know how women from my era dress.

[Looking at the clothes that had thrown around the room, Daisy let out a laugh.]

Maybe I should shop at the place you went to instead.

[morethan084]

Oh so you just lured me up here to push me off. Is that it?

[Obviously she wasn't actually afraid of him.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan hums thoughtfully and shifts around until he's sitting up. Then he hooks his legs around the thick branch and flops backwards, deftly hanging upside down. This brings him just about face-to-face with her, though he's now upside-down.]

You'd probably just break a leg.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan has yet to create a teleportation device (as far as he knows). But he's not in any particular rush to leave, either. If Andyr doesn't mind the field, they can stay in the field all night.]

You never have to stop touching me.

[He shifts around a bit more to slide into Andyr's lap, thighs hugging him about the waist. Andyr could carry him like this. Or they could remain. Ronan bows his head and trails kisses along the curve of Andyr's shoulder.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan supposes that it is. He doesn't bother replying, leaning forward instead to catch Adam's lips.]

[nightmarist]

[The lamb will most certainly not break. It's more flexible and soft-boned than either of them, the wriggly little thing. Ronan's smile widens while he watches the two of them.]

Oh, she's not yours. She's just dinner.

[He's joking, of course.]

[deconstruct]

Good. [ for a minute or so, andyr's content to just sit there with ronan hugged tight to him, rocking a bit with him, as he watches the lights rain from the tree ronan had breathed into life, feeling like a little piece of the boy's soul.

eventually, though, he does decide he'd rather be on something soft and indoors with him, and andyr moves to stand, hauling ronan up with him, arms hooked under his butt and at the small of his back to keep him held up sturdy. it's sort of precious, when he starts walking back to the house, and andyr lets out a quiet laugh against his shoulder. ] Like a koala.

[morethan084]

[Oh. Hello.

Daisy gives him a look when he figured out how this would pan out if he pushed her off.]

Not likely.

You know, this is reminding me of Spider-Man right now, minus the rain and suit.

[unaffluent]

[ Adam still hasn't really looked directly at Jesse. Maybe if he did he'd come to some realization about why he makes him feel so uncomfortable and off. He'd had that same weird sense around other people but he isn't sure what it means since in each case the results and reasons had ended up vastly different.

Maybe he's just too in his own head. ]

Something like that.

[ Far too serious an answer for a rather silly question. But it's a bit true. Cabeswater had changed something for them. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Maybe that's part of why Adam wants the hope for the future part. He wants to have something that is always reminding Ronan what they are fighting for. ]

That'd be a good place.

[unaffluent]

You seriously find that hard to believe after being here?

[ He gives her a bit of a dubious look. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam wants to argue. What if they end up going home and Andyr isn't there. As far as Adam knows there's never been an intention to go home with them. Home is where all the danger feels like it lies now. Unless, the demon finds them here again -- but then... Andyr could stop him. Andyr wouldn't be afraid to break both Adam's arms to save Ronan's life.

Maybe they could just never go home.

That's just wishful thinking. He doesn't want to cry anymore but he feels the tears welling because no answer feels good or right and there's no logic in any of it. He's just scared and weak. He doesn't know how to put it all into words but he also knows that Andyr's not that great with words either and the right ones will evade them both.

Instead, he curls into him, pressing his face down to keep the tears hidden as well as he can but to soak in Andyr's presence which is a strong one to say the least. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam purses his lips as he stares at the space between the bank and the swing. He's really not so sure that he could make it. ]

If I can't then we might end up with two ghosts haunting this place.

[ He crosses his arms, trying to make mental calculations on how to get the best possible jump to not end up in the water. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam scratches the back of his neck at the question and he shrugs. It's weird to think he's actually been rather happy despite all the strange circumstances he has found himself in recently. Maybe perhaps because of them. Hard to tell. ]

I suppose I've been good, you know. Normal...

[ He shrugs. It's not so much normal for space but it's his normal normal. ]

Yeah, of course. There's a lot to see.. you probably can't even see it all in one day. [ He's trying to figure out what the highlights of this tour should be. Ronan is actually better at showing his creation off. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam nods and eventually he'll stop keeping a hawk eye on the two. Even if Skippy is bigger the lamb still feels so fragile to him. He's hesitant, moving further into the room, sitting on the very edge of Andyr's bed. ]

I guess I can understand that.

[unaffluent]

[ Adam kisses Ronan softly, his hand brushing along his cheek. He nips at his bottom lip when he breaks the kiss. ]

Ronan... Are all the books you created complete?

[unaffluent]

[ Adam only stops touching the lamb to reach back to shove Ronan lightly. ]

Not even funny....

[unaffluent]

[ Even as their bodies are tangled together there's still something odd about it when the space between their lips disappears. There's still a shock in kissing someone other than Ronan, but it's good. It's safe for all of them. Andyr is good for Ronan, Adam knows that. Adam thinks Andyr is good for him too.

Maybe he's good for Andyr, he's not sure but he knows Ronan is. His fingers reach up, brushing through his hair, enjoying this soft slow intimacy of this kiss, of sharing a bed. ]

I'm glad you came to me. [ It's a soft whisper against his lips before tilting to kiss him again, tentatively offering a deeper kiss, lips parted enough to make it clear. ]

[unaffluent]

[ The corner of Adam's lip quirks in amusement at that statement, both of them actually. He remembers his initial thoughts of Ronan, so many before he got to where he is now.

He certainly hadn't liked Ronan at first. ]

Gansey was the first rich person I liked. [ There's a bit of melancholy at the thought. ]

I don't think Gansey or Ronan are very normal rich people, though. [ He squeezes Andyr's hand gently, shrugging a shoulder. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Every touch from Ronan is always intense, always intimate. Like this, each touch fuels the desire and lust for more. He could never get enough. There's a moment, where he focuses only on Ronan, as the other nuzzles his cock. His fingers brush over his scalp, a slight impatient shift of his hips at the teasing. He loves the feeling of Ronan's mouth on his cock. It's always been one of his favorite things -- then again, everything with Ronan is kind of his favorite thing.

But, once the other was starting to suckle, even teasingly, his eyes slide over to Andyr. Again, there's that surge of feeling powerful to see how Andyr wants them, wants him as well as Ronan. He's not usually good about eye contact during sexual contact ... or letting himself make sounds freely but he's trying not to hold back.

And so when Ronan continues with that teasing sensation he lets out a quiet whimper, pushing on his head to urge him on. ]

[morethan084]

What? It allowed to think some things are strange still.

[Wading in the water, Daisy looked around.]

You getting in or what?

[pillz]

[not really. a smile quirks kavinsky's mouth when he sees the blood burst out of the wound, and he lets the rifle drop off his shoulder with a practiced, expedient little motion. in the worlds where he isn't a terrifying little king, he's probably an adequate little murder goon. he might someday reincarnate into something more impressive along the lines of a ramsay bolton.

but until then, he'll just shake his head, refusing the kind offer of bullet, but a little impressed probably at the way that andyr got it out of the gorey hole in his arm. that did look painful. not as painful as it should have been, but he figures that has something to do with the enhanced physiology that clearly!! makes andyr's meat tougher than the average old nag's. man. remind him to cannibalize someone else.]

You want a matching one?

[other side, he means. he gestures at andyr's opposite arm. but the rifle doesn't go up on his shoulder again, or at least not immediately. he's smiling.]

[heisenbitch]

[ Shit. All these dumb lies just to avoid outing Ronan. Not that Jesse didn't think Daisy would have questions, but now he's actually having this conversation, he realises he should have spent a bit more time thinking up how to explain all this away. Luckily, lying comes pretty easy to Jesse, though. ]

They, uh, they only sell guy clothes where I got my stuff from. Which probably really ain't much your style, either. Unless there's something you ain't telling me. [ Followed by a smartass little smirk. But then: ] The whole city back in that, like, Region 1 area is massive, though. Full of all kinds of stuff. Bet you'd be able to find something.

[ Looking down at the pizza box, beginning to finally help himself to a slice. Oh-so casually adding: ]

I could tag along if you want.

[morethan084]

Well, guys clothes are way more comfortable.

[Daisy gave him a roll of her eyes and a half assed laugh when he teases her though. Very funny.]

Well, they'd probably only have women's clothing. Unless there isn't something you're not telling me.