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

[unaffluent]

[ Adam nods and eventually he'll stop keeping a hawk eye on the two. Even if Skippy is bigger the lamb still feels so fragile to him. He's hesitant, moving further into the room, sitting on the very edge of Andyr's bed. ]

I guess I can understand that.

[deconstruct]

[ andyr wiggles as he squirms to the side, making room for adam, with a hand reaching out to pat the empty space. for you, boo. ]

I think if it were actual walls, I'd hate it. [ like if it were a cement or wood ceiling. he'd want big windows, at least. the moira always made him feel more trapped than safe, but this room feels free, in a way. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam settles into the spot that Andyr had patted and eventually the lamb is wandering off from Petra to also try and hop onto the bed to join Adam. Adam lets the little thing work on figuring it out itself. ]

I can't help thinking about how heavy water is and how much is above me.

[deconstruct]

It's not that much. [ andyr shrugs, looking up to the ceiling. small fish survive under all kinds of water pressure, but then again, their bodies are built for it, like ants can carry so much more than their own weight. ]

Honestly, the glass would hurt more than the water, and the glass is made by Ronan's brain, so you know it's not breaking.

[unaffluent]

[ Adam nods. He knows that's all true even though it defies all the logic of science. But there's still something unexplainable about it that leaves him discomforted. It doesn't matter though because this is Andyr's room and he finds comfort in it so it's good that it's perfectly made for him.

He could imagine his room could make some people uncomfortable. ]

What are you doing today?

[deconstruct]

[ adam's room is a beautiful, pure feeling place, and andyr loves the feeling of it. holy, almost, but cozy, and familiar. like made of adam's essences rather than just for him. the stained glass, especially, andyr loves.

for the question, he shrugs, glancing towards the animals again. ]

Hadn't decided yet. We could go to your room, you know. We don't have to stay here. [ a bit, and he thinks, realizing he hasn't really seen all of monmouth yet. ] Or explore. See if Ronan left some secrets.

[unaffluent]

[ Adam smiles a little at the offer to go to his room but then the second suggestion he likes more. He hasn't done a thorough exploring either and honestly he's not sure even Ronan knows everything that he had ended up creating here in detail. Some of it perhaps a little incidental in such a big creation. ]

Let's see if we can find anything interesting out there.

[deconstruct]

[ adam's eagerness for the latter idea is clear, and andyr grins wide at him as he rolls himself off the edge of the bed, stuffs his feet into a loose pair of shoes nearby, and holds out a hand to take adam's. ]

I passed by this room with freaky looking lightbulbs earlier. Let's see if we can find it.

[unaffluent]

[ Adam smiles more as Andyr takes his hand and his fingers lace with his, squeezing gently. It's a subtle thing but he likes it, the simplicity of holding hands. ]

Freaking looking lightbulbs how? [ Adam's eyebrows raise as he moves out of the other's room and into the hall to start off their exploratory venture. ]