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

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

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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[Ronan remains composed. His tragedy is well-worn, like a favorite sweater. Only the scars on his arms betray the lingering pain of being Niall Lynch's favorite son.]

Good thing I'm not running a contest for who's got the saddest sob story. You're welcome here because I want you here and I think it'd be good for you. But you're not obligated to stay. If this is just a place you crash in between parties and one-night stands, it's no skin off my nose.

[ Jesse is about to interject, 'What I mean is, you don't gotta do this', but when Ronan goes on to say he wants Jesse here, Jesse silently looks up at him instead. Any argument he might have - should have - against taking up Ronan's offer immediately starts to dissolve. It shows on his face, too.

Although... ]

...And Adam's gonna be okay with that? Some random guy he barely knows just hangin' 'round? 'Cause I'm assuming if you're living here, then he is, too.

[An excellent question. Ronan has no idea. He knows two things: That Adam wants no further details on his previous affairs and that Adam wants him to have everything he wants. With one stipulation, which Ronan was happy to promise. Because Adam made it clear that Ronan was meant to stop doubting him, Ronan has carried on with obtaining everything he wants, permission already granted.

He wants Jesse close to him.]

You can ask Adam yourself, if you're worried. But it's not like you're the only one moving in with us. It's a big place.

[ Ask Adam himself. "I totally hooked up with your guy, mind if I live here?" Yeah, right. Except he knows that's not necessarily what Ronan is implying by 'ask Adam yourself'. Besides, all that is in the past, right? He and Ronan both agreed on that.

But hearing he wouldn't be the only one moving in makes it even easier to concede. Makes it sound way more like a group house, with housemates, rather than the thought that it would just be Ronan and Adam, and himself.

Jesse finally lets his eyes drift from Ronan's face to the bedroom, and he takes a step through the door. For the first time, he properly looks at what Ronan is offering him. It's far more than Jesse could ever offer in return. That Ronan wants him here makes it impossible for Jesse to refuse.

He turns to face Ronan. At last, a grateful little smile starts to spread onto his lips. It's a smile that says, Guess I'm moving in, then.

The smile grows boyishly lopsided at Ronan, and he voices his sincere thanks in a way Ronan tends to prefer expressing fondness - playful ridiculing and taunting: ]

You're the weirdest sentimental asshole I've ever met, just so you know. Nothing but a giant ass marshmallow.

[Ronan remains at his perch by the doorway, watching Jesse take in the room. As it always is whenever someone admires his dream things, there's a flutter of pride in his chest. He's glad to see Jesse accepting what's been created for him. Even if it sort of gives away the fact that he's secretly a nice person.]

Call me a marshmallow again and I'll throw you out the window.

[Please do not forget that time he shoved Noah off a cliff. He has an image to maintain.]

[ That lopsided smile broadens. ]

One of those kinds that's super gooey in the centre.

[That's it. Ronan leaves the doorway, taking a menacing step forward while a perfectly evil smile pulls at his lips.]

I did warn you.

[ Intimidating, for sure, but Jesse knows Ronan a little too well by now. That lopsided grin doesn't falter. ]

Maybe more like a roasted marshmallow, come to think of it. Y'know, all black and charred and nasty looking on the outside but a warm gooey mess on the inside.

Well, that sounds slightly more accurate, but there's still the matter of marshmallow.

[As soon as he's in range, Ronan dives very suddenly to scoop Jesse by the waist and haul him up onto his shoulder. Jesse's such a skinny little thing.]

[ Jesse just laughs, all smugly amused and maybe just a little fondly - until Ronan is suddenly gathering him up and slinging him over his broad shoulder. ]

Hey, whoa, whoa--! [ Exclaimed in alarm but it's accompanied with a surprised, protesting laugh. God damn but Ronan is effortlessly strong. Jesse immediately starts struggling, and he taunts just to be an ass: ] You're seriously gonna turn into a little bitch over being called a marshmallow?!

Who's the bitch in this situation, really?

[Because from where Ronan's standing, it looks like he's got Jesse's teeny tiny squirmy body hoisted up on one arm. Undeterred, Ronan makes several long strides across the room, carrying Jesse with him. They come to a halt in front of the bed, and then Ronan unceremoniously tosses Jesse onto the mattress.]

[ And Jesse feels more or less like a bitch slung over Ronan's shoulder like a rag doll. Legs kicking in a struggle, he reaches his hand down with intent to shove it into Ronan's jeans for his boxers, to give him a one giant wedgie in retaliation. Ronan's sudden strides forward have Jesse shouting out with laughing complaint instead, and he yells out a startled noise of surprise as he's launched onto the bed. Ronan discards him onto it like he's a sack of potatoes. ]

Jesus, what the hell, man?! [ Exclaimed in outrage, though he's laughing. ] You're having a hissy fit over marshmallows and I'm the bitch?

[ Oh, but man, this bed is so comfortable. In fact, it's so comfortable and feels so damn good to actually lie on a bed for a change, that Jesse's amused outrage is instantly forgotten as he sprawls his limbs out luxuriously on the bed, a blissed out look overtaking his face. After all those weeks sleeping in a tent... ]

Oh, my goddd. This is literally the best thing ever.

[Ronan looks like he's having far too much fun for a hissy fit. He stands back and crosses his arms, watching Jesse writhe around on the bed before finally settling into the comfortable luxury of it. He'd had a hunch Jesse would like this part.]

You're welcome.

I don't think I'm ever gonna get up again.

[ It's seriously that good to lie on actual bed. However, after another moment of basking in the comfort, he turns his head to look across to the side of the room - and suddenly sits up, eyes lighting up like an enthralled little kid. ]

Yo, for real?!

[ The huge sound system over there near the window?! ]

[Ronan follows Jesse's gaze to the sound system, scoffing like he can't believe that has Jesse so excited. It's just a replica of the same (extremely expensive) system he had in his room back home. He hadn't even bothered to replace that one after his night horror destroyed it.]

There's a chance the iPod's only got my music loaded onto it. Um, the radio might work, though.

[ Jesse shoves himself up and leaps to his feet while tugging the strap of his pac disc off his shoulders. Discarding it to the bed, Jesse makes a beeline for the sound system. Who cares if the iPod has only got Ronan's music on it - Jesse hasn't heard music in ages, let alone blasting from a badass sound system. Gazing over the sound system, admiring it, he lifts a hand in search of the power button. ]

How do I--? [ Wait, there's the power button. Jesse hits it, and the sound system blinks to life, and after a second, music suddenly blares out of the speakers mid-song. Grinding, pulsing electronic music.

Jesse lets out a thrilled laugh. ] Yeah! Yeah, bitch! [ And he reaches for the volume dial to crank it up louder, until the music is vibrating through the floor. ]

[This may be the first time anyone has ever appreciated Ronan's music as much as Ronan does. Not even Noah gets this excited about it. A surprised laugh escapes Ronan as he watches Jesse lose his shit. It doesn't bother him that the bass is loud enough to rattle the windows. In Ronan's opinion, that's exactly how music ought to be enjoyed.

Even if he spoke now, he wouldn't be audible, so Ronan simply settles onto the edge of the bed and carries on watching Jesse.]

[ Jesse experiements with the equalisers, the treble, the bass, until he's got the music pounding just how he likes it: with so much bass, the subwoofer is vibrating on the floor. A drop building up in the song, Jesse turns to Ronan, face alight with raptness, and flings his hands in an utterly wangsta gesture the moment the drop hits like it's the sickest drop he's ever heard. Hell, yeah!

This may possibly be the most excited and stoked Jesse has been since he and Ronan blew up that bunch of debris with dream fireworks. ]

[This is the reason Ronan invited Jesse here. Of the numerous discoveries they've made about each other, Ronan's favorite thing about Jesse is that they share the same desire to party. He laughs again as Jesse throws up that ridiculous gangster sign, reminded of all the best parts of Kavinsky with none of the heartache.]

[ Ronan laughing makes Jesse laugh. He likes it when Ronan laughs, and he likes it even more when he is the one who draws that laughter out of him. For the next several moments, Jesse acts like a partying dickhead, thrilled by the music, utterly forgetting for the moment any guilt he has about Ronan doing all this shit for him. God, Badger and Skinny Pete would think this was whack, in the best possible way. They'd want to party, get down, get high, and man, Jesse suddenly misses them both terribly. Combo, too. Especially Combo.

Jesse doesn't let himself dwell on that. Instead, struck with an idea, he darts back to the sound system and cranks down the volume down just low enough so Ronan can hear him. ]

You know what this means, right? We gotta throw a party, yo! Put this baby to use! Housewarming or whatever. Think Adam'd be up for that? And whoever else might be living here?

[ Might be a good way to put any weirdness behind them, too. And make it easier for Adam having some guy he doesn't know living here? An icebreaker of sorts? What teenage boy doesn't like to party, right?? ]

I think Adam would absolutely hate that idea.

[Ronan doesn't mean to be cruel about it. It's the honest truth, though. Adam hates Ronan's music, and he hates alcohol, and he hates just about everything else that would go into a house party thrown by Ronan Lynch. The fact is, Adam always hated everything about Ronan - tastes included - and Ronan knew it. Theirs is an attraction that logically should have remained one-sided. Probably would have, if not for a certain magical accident.]

But, I mean, it can always be a party in here.

Aww, come on. For real?

[ It's an incredulous exclamation. Adam would hate that idea?! Why? He's with Ronan, isn't he? Ronan, the guy who has no qualms about getting high and who constantly reeks of booze and who finds a euphoric thrill in doing reckless, stupid shit? Jesse automatically assumed, based on the fact that Adam is with him, that he had some kind of reckless, partying side to him underneath his withdrawn quietness.

Well. Jesse tilts his head with his brows now raised at Ronan and a skeptical wry twist of his mouth. ]

And here I was, thinking your other half was as much of a party animal as you are. Nothing more fun than kicking back and getting shredded with your koolaid, y'know? Figured he'd totally be into that, being with you and all. Ah, man. That blows.

[ Jesse faces back to the sound system, stretching a hand out for the volume dial to crank it back up. ]

Guess it is just gonna have to be us, then, huh? Assuming he's gonna be alright with that.

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