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 shakes his head again. He doesn't think that's quite true even if it seems like what Ronan did. He thinks that there's a danger to it. Perhaps, Ronan should be more careful. He should probably tell him that.

And who knows when their demon will be back. ]

There's always a cost.

[heisenbitch]

A cost? Like...?

[ Jesse hasn't forgotten the first time he walked in on Ronan dreaming. How Ronan had lain on the floor, how the packs of cigarettes he'd bargained Ronan in exchange for the booze Ronan had wanted had suddenly materialised in his palms, and the blood that had appeared just as suddenly all down his arms. Almost like some kind of strange blood sacrifice.

That was just for cigarettes, though. Monmouth is far bigger, far more elaborate, sprawling, intricate. ]

The whole demon thing?

[ Because Jesse knows about that, too, even if he doesn't really understand it. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam's face falls a little at the outright mention of the demon. He doesn't want to talk about it, really. It feels like he might invite it back somehow if he does and he's terrified of it for even more than the fact that it's trying to kill Ronan.

It's the how it might try to kill Ronan that really gets to him. ]

Yeah, I guess. [ How does Jesse know so much really? ]