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.]

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[unaffluent]

[ How could it not be? Adam thinks but he doesn't say it out loud, instead reaching up to rest his hand against the back of the other's neck hardly minding the droplets of water as he lingers on his lips affectionately. ] I love you.

[ He drops his hand away slowly, fingers grazing his shoulder and arm on it's way down. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan bows with the direction of Adam's hand, climbing onto the bed. He's a beast of a boy, long limbs settling on either side of Adam, his feathery tattoo curving over his shoulders like wings folding around Adam's body.]

I love you.

[He kisses Adam again, sweet and soft.]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam smiles with Ronan settled over him. This is home. He kisses him back, longer this time, his hand stroking his bicep, downward until he's intertwining their fingers. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan's thumb strokes Adam's hand as their fingers lace, and when the kiss breaks, he lays his cheek against Adam's and breathes a contented sigh. It's all so new, to come home to someone who loves him and to sleep safe beside him.]

Are you missing anything?

[He's an imperfect creator. There must be something he's overlooked that Adam needs. If he drifts off here with Adam, he should keep it in mind.]

[unaffluent]

[ There's very little that Adam thinks Ronan could have missed, if anything. He loves this home, their home. He closes his eyes and savors the closeness. His free hand wrapping around the other's body, tracing along his tattoo that once you felt you'd memorized it it seemed to be something new again. ]

More animals. [ It's only partially a joke. There are plenty of animals all around but they're definitely Ronan's and they're mostly outside aside from Chainsaw and Petra.

There's that part of him that still wants to ask for a place that belongs to him and Ronan only but he holds back, it doesn't feel fair. ]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan scoffs, though that isn't necessarily a refusal, even if Adam's only joking. He'll inevitably create more animals. There's something particularly wonderful about creating life. It feels so much more substantial than the inorganic things.]

What's missing? Should we have pigs?

[unaffluent]

[ Adam lifts a shoulder slightly. ] Pigs are kind of cute. Like Wilbur...

Maybe something for inside, though.

[nightmarist]

Some people keep pigs inside. At least, until they realize they got scammed and miniature pigs aren't a real thing and they end up with a pet that weighs three hundred pounds and keeps trying to eat their children.

[He punctuates this with a nibble at the crook of Adam's neck.]

[unaffluent]

[ Lovely image, Ronan. ]

Keep the pigs outside.

[ It's a quick decision as Adam tilts his head at the nibbling that borders between pleasurable and ticklish but he doesn't try and stop it. Which probably just encourages it. He brushes his free hand along the other's back slowly. ]

[nightmarist]

Fine, fine.

[Ronan hums thoughtfully, a sound that vibrates against Adam's skin.]

We already have Petra, and you don't seem like a dog person. I wonder what else...

[unaffluent]

[ Adam closes his eyes because the humming is a little less ticklish and a little more pleasure and highly distracting. ]

I don't know. I never had a pet. Don't know what kind of animal person I am. I like Petra but...not really mine. Or ours for that matter.

[nightmarist]

That's true.

[Still, a cat feels too ordinary for someone as divine as Adam. Ronan shuts his eyes as he considers the problem, his mouth pressing lazy kisses to Adam's throat.]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam doesn't feel like he needs anything out of the ordinary. He just wants something that's his. That's what's important.

His touch strokes along his back over his shoulder, squeezing gently. ]

You've really given me enough.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan stops to lift his head so he can look into Adam's eyes.]

Even if I spent every last minute of my life dreaming, I still couldn't give you enough. And all I want to do is try anyway.

[He grazes Adam's lips with his own.]

Let me spoil you rotten.

[unaffluent]

[ Adam kisses Ronan gently, fingers squeezing his shoulder again before dropping away. ]

All I need is you, you know. But it's not like I can stop you from being ridiculous at this point.

[nightmarist]

That's right. You can't.

[Ronan smiles and ducks away, rolling onto his side and wrapping his limbs around Adam in a loose hold. He's getting ready to dream again, an idea forming more clearly in his mind. The towel has slipped free from his waist and he leaves it draping halfway off him.]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam doesn't trying to stop him from moving, smiling at being held and even more at the way the other's towel was coming undone. He savors this, relaxing as he strokes over the arm that is holding him. ]

Love you. [ It's murmured soft and given he knows what the other is about to do but he still doesn't move, wanting to lay with him while he dreams. They're not very good at sleeping together because adam doesn't sleep and Ronan's sleep is something more. ]

[nightmarist]

[There's no better place to dream than in Adam's arms. At times, Ronan has wondered if that's because of who Adam is or because of what Adam is, a question that inevitably leads to the conclusion that it doesn't matter, because these things are inseparable now.

Ronan shuts his eyes and nestles against Adam's shoulder.]

Love you.

[Within a minute or two, he's asleep.]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam's hands wander Ronan's body aimlessly as the other's falling asleep before eventually settling as he nuzzles close and relaxes, trying to perhaps nap himself but it's not likely even if he does eventually manage a semi-state of relaxation that's just shy of actual sleep.

The rhythm of Ronan's breath helps him stay relaxed enough that his thoughts don't race. ]

[nightmarist]

[It's too early in the evening for a deep sleep. After only about twenty minutes, a sound beside the bed announces Ronan's waking: The scrape of hooves on the floor and a grumpy meh-eh-eh as the little black creature protests its very rude exclusion from what is clearly some cuddling that's happening up there on the bed.

The lamb hops once and finds itself blocked by Ronan's overly large body. It skitters to the foot of the bed, then, and hops again. This time it lands on the mattress and hops a few more times around the piled blankets.]

[unaffluent]

[ It was a nice sort of rest, relaxing really that came with cuddling next to Ronan while he dreamt. Here, he didn't have to worry so deeply about his safety. But the sound of... something... in the room made him both curious and worried before he's peering past Ronan to see an adorable new creature.

Adam watches the lamb a bit wide eyed as it makes it's attempts to get on the bed, and then he laughs when it lands on the bed, hopping...and being far too cute Adam is very clearly instantly enamoured with the creature. ]

Jesus Christ, Lynch.

[nightmarist]

[Jesus Christ, indeed. Ronan can hear him, of course, but there's no response from him yet. The lamb's stealing the show, anyway, with all that prancing around. The moment Adam makes a sound, it hops on over to him and affectionately headbutts him in the side.]

[unaffluent]

[Adam is well aware that the other can't talk or move yet. He slowly pulls away from him after the little lamb butted against him.

It's so fucking cute... And perfect. He never would've thought of it but now that he's staring at the lamb it feels right. He hesitantly reaches out to pet its head, the smile widening again.]

Hey you. Jealous of the attention?

[nightmarist]

[Like all of Ronan's dream things, the lamb loves Adam immediately. It nuzzles into his palm, meh-mehing either in agreement with the statement or approval of the action. It's so small it's practically a toy, and so cute it looks like it's straight out of a Disney film.

So, yeah, Ronan knew what he was doing.

He stirs now, batting his lashes before opening his eyes a sliver to watch Adam with the lamb. His lips twitch into a groggy little smile. Adam looks so happy, and that happiness is infectious. Ronan's heart aches with it.]

[unaffluent]

[ The lamb's so damn small Adam's almost worried it'd break somehow. It's not like he knows much about lambs after all. This is going to require some research for sure but for now he's enamoured with the little animal, petting it and biting his lip so he won't just outright coo at the thing. Ronan would definitely never let him live it down.

He looks back at Ronan as his hand brushes over the lamb's side. ]

It's perfect.