thisavrou_log | 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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[ Adam frowns briefly, reaching to touch the edge of the pages when they stop flipping finally. It's truly puzzling just as the puzzle box had been. It's something more, a magic that can't be explained. ]

It's bigger than you. [ He finally says, it's really the only explanation. Ronan can create things from his own memories but clearly there's something bigger than him that can also fuel his dreams. Gently, he pulls the book out of Ronan's hand, moving to set it down. ]

It's always been.

[Ronan lets Adam take the book, his hands dropping to his lap. There is a serenity in Adam that Ronan's never been able to achieve, which is absurd, because Ronan was born this way but Adam became. He was ordinary once. Ronan has always been a monster.

He realizes he'd been staring at the book so hard that his eyes have gone dry, and now they're burning. He shuts them and brings his palms up to rub them until some of the stinging subsides.]

I'm getting stronger here.

[ Adam's touch is soft as he gently rubs his hands over the other's thighs, moving closer to him, because he can. He wonders if all the books are full of content, if maybe the type of books he needs are here too. Maybe Ronan knew before Adam had even thought about them. It doesn't seem so crazy. Time is a circle of some sorts, somehow, he knows enough about it now to know that. ]

You've always been strong. [ Maybe he won't have to die. Maybe this is how they'll find a way. ]

[Ronan drops his hands away, fixing his tired eyes on Adam. There's no one in the universe who will ever understand him better than Adam, and he gives Adam's words the weight they deserve. He's always been strong, yes. But now he's working with a stronger power source, too.]

How are you not terrified of me?

[He's been carrying that question around with him for a while, leaving it unspoken. There's no particular reason it escapes him now, except that he's too fatigued to hold it in.]

[ There were moments when Ronan terrifies him, but probably not in the way that Ronan is thinking, would ever think. His hands drop away away from his thighs, resting on either side of them as he leans in, getting himself as close to Ronan as he can.

he's not scared of Ronan, awake or asleep.]

How are you not terrified of me?

[Ronan tries to imagine the day Adam's hands will try to kill him. There's so much he's capable of picturing in his mind, but this one thing feels impossible. He doesn't doubt that it will happen - has happened, for Adam - but the idea is an abstract concept for Ronan. He stares, unwavering, into Adam's eyes.]

I can't be.

[ Adam smiles, just slightly. ]

Isn't that your answer?

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

[ 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?

[Nothing soothes him like Adam's kiss. Ronan's shoulders relax subtly.]

I think so. All the ones I've checked so far, at least.

[ Adam smiles slightly and he thinks about it. He'll have to search to find the book he wants but maybe if it isn't there Ronan could make it for him. His fingers curl around the other's hand, drawing his arm around himself to get Ronan to hold him as he leans in close. ]

Are you worried?

[Once his arm is around Adam, Ronan tugs him even closer. He nudges Adam's cheek with the tip of his nose, his eyes shutting briefly.]

I'm afraid that God is dead and I'm not ready.

[The words spill out of him, whispered in a single exhale. Confessional words. (How many Hail Marys for this?) It's really more stream-of-conscious thought than a statement he meant to say aloud. Adam the Boy will probably laugh, but Ronan wonders what Adam the Magician thinks.]

[ Adam doesn't know the correct thing to say to that. His brow furrows as he tightens his hold on his hand. ]

If God's dead it's because he's been dead a long time and we're our own gods.

[Adam probably means to embolden him, but Ronan finds the idea terrifying. He says nothing for a moment, silently praying for forgiveness in the face of this heresy. Then he sighs and presses a kiss to Adam's cheek.]

I can't be.

[ Adam sighs and he leaves it alone because they'd only fight if he said anything just now. He lets go of his hand to wrap his arms around his waist, pressing their foreheads together. ]

I love you.

Did you dream up any tarot books? [ He changes the subject hesitantly. ]

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

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