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

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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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[ 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.

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[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.]

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[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?

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[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.]

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[ 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.

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[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.]

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

Not even funny....

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[Ronan snickers, his sense of humor as dark as ever. But he would never eat this sweet little baby. None of the animals on the farm are meant for consumption. The food in the fridge comes from magic, as does the food he provides to the locals. The lamb has a single purpose: to love Adam.

And it does, squirming around and shoving its head against Adam's palm in an insistent nuzzle.]

Give it a name.

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[ Adam's watching it, rubbing it's head, his other hand stroking along it's side and it's a beautiful animal. He honestly never could have imagined this as his pet and somehow it's completely perfect.

He thinks about the name, the way the little thing had jumped onto the bed and hopped around it. ]

mm... Skippy? [ A juvenile name for sure but he never had a pet as a kid either so one could forgive him. ]