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]

I think Adam would absolutely hate that idea.

[Ronan doesn't mean to be cruel about it. It's the honest truth, though. Adam hates Ronan's music, and he hates alcohol, and he hates just about everything else that would go into a house party thrown by Ronan Lynch. The fact is, Adam always hated everything about Ronan - tastes included - and Ronan knew it. Theirs is an attraction that logically should have remained one-sided. Probably would have, if not for a certain magical accident.]

But, I mean, it can always be a party in here.

[heisenbitch]

Aww, come on. For real?

[ It's an incredulous exclamation. Adam would hate that idea?! Why? He's with Ronan, isn't he? Ronan, the guy who has no qualms about getting high and who constantly reeks of booze and who finds a euphoric thrill in doing reckless, stupid shit? Jesse automatically assumed, based on the fact that Adam is with him, that he had some kind of reckless, partying side to him underneath his withdrawn quietness.

Well. Jesse tilts his head with his brows now raised at Ronan and a skeptical wry twist of his mouth. ]

And here I was, thinking your other half was as much of a party animal as you are. Nothing more fun than kicking back and getting shredded with your koolaid, y'know? Figured he'd totally be into that, being with you and all. Ah, man. That blows.

[ Jesse faces back to the sound system, stretching a hand out for the volume dial to crank it back up. ]

Guess it is just gonna have to be us, then, huh? Assuming he's gonna be alright with that.