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]

[ Gansey's different from all of them. Gansey is definitely something more. He's like a king. He'd ruled them all benevolently and somehow had brought together an unlikely band of friends. Adam loves him. Everyone loves Gansey, though, and surely Andyr would too if he ever got the chance to meet him.

He feels the way Andyr's chest moves with each breath as their hands rest against his chest and he smiles. It's a small thing, but a comforting intimate one. ]

Gansey has this stupid car that's always breaking down. I fixed it. We went to the same school.

[deconstruct]

[ smiles look softer, sweeter, on adam's lips, andyr decides. he wants to lean up and kiss him, but he's too comfortable where he is, so instead, andyr squeezes the hand against his chest, watching the boy above him fondly. ]

You went to rich kid school? [ his brows arc, impressed. ] Must be smart.

[ andyr'd gone to simple, cheap, public school, and on top of that, never finished it. though that was less his fault and more so hapsburg's. ]

[unaffluent]

[ Adam shrugs. ] Only smart enough for a partial scholarship.

[ He worked three jobs to pay for the rest himself since his parents couldn't have cared less to help him. His thumb runs along the side of Andyr's hand. Adam doesn't think he's that smart. Gansey's smarter, Ronan's probably smarter in a way too. Adam's always been normal, always had to fight for each little bit. ]

[deconstruct]

Still a hell of a lot smarter than me.

[ andyr was an alright student. he made Bs, mostly. but it was public school, in a poor district. nothing terribly special. his attention span never held well for academics. adam seems like someone who'd excel in it, thrive on it, make something more with it. ]

I never even finished high school.

[unaffluent]

[ Adam shrugs because he's not sure he believes that he's smarter than Andyr. Maybe their smarts are just not the type that are even comparable. ]

I'm sure you could have.