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

[nightmarist]

See? This is why heterosexuality should be outlawed.

[Ronan feels secure in his safety.]

[deconstruct]

[ andyr's head tips back, a loud laugh leaving him - the kind of carefree, cheerful thing he seems to only be capable of now and again. typically, when ronan lynch is around. reaching up, his palms press to either of ronan's cheeks, squishing his face and shaking his head side to side. ]

So cute. Look at you, you sour little shit. Adorable.

[nightmarist]

[Ronan adores that laugh. He wishes it wasn't so rare, and yes, he does his very best to get it out of Andyr as often as he can. But now that Andyr's doing that cheek-squishing thing, Ronan shakes himself just free enough to sink his teeth into one of Andyr's hands. Just a playful bite. Stop messing with the snake.]

[deconstruct]

[ but messing with the snake is his favorite. and wow, biting people is his thing, how dare you??

andyr wiggles his hand back and forth, like playing tug with a dog, but is too stubborn to just let it go, so instead, he leans forward, and chomps his teeth down on ronan's shoulder. nothing hard, though his teeth are sharper than they ought to be, just playing. ]

[nightmarist]

[It's Ronan's turn to laugh, which incidentally means he ends up releasing Andyr's hand from his jaw's grip. That's alright, because it leaves him a bit freer to maneuver around, slipping both his arms around Andyr in what seems like a hug at first.

But then it turns out he's wrestling, and wheeling Andyr around in preparation for a bodyslam. The time to stop biting is right about now.]

[deconstruct]

[ Andyr hardly does anything without a fight, ever the competitive child, and this is no different. Once hugging turns into wrestling, Andyr's arms wrap around Ronan's shoulders, gripping his wrists behind his back and holding tight. A leg lifts up to hook around the back of Ronan's, and his teeth press down just a little harder, clearly intent on staying.

If Ronan tosses him, he'd better plan on coming with him to the ground. ]