Ronan Lynch (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thisavrou_log2017-02-02 11:04 pm
nightmarist) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-02-02 11:04 pm
Entry tags:
- agents of shield: daisy johnson,
- breaking bad: jesse pinkman,
- dragon age: zevran arainai,
- original character: alan varren,
- original character: andyr prince,
- the raven cycle: adam parrish,
- the raven cycle: joseph kavinsky,
- the raven cycle: richard gansey,
- the raven cycle: ronan lynch,
- x-men movies: kurt wagner
away with us he's going, the solemn-eyed.
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!
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.]
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No, but we should sit and think before we make a move.
[His tone is sharp. Not scolding, but it reveals some of his distress at waiting for Ronan to awaken and not being able to wake him up without resorting to his power.
A deep breath is let out from his nerves calming as he shifts to sit back against the wall next to Ronan.]
You can't focus right now.
[A couple of beats pass.]
What was happening?
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[Because it was death, not life, that overwhelmed Ronan's thoughts, and the dream rose to meet the Greywaren's expectations. Death and death and death, open graves each with their own Gansey in various states of decay, and sometimes Noah, and sometimes Adam, and sometimes Ronan. The buzzing of a wasp out of sight, before the clicking of the night horrors became so loud he could hear nothing else.]
The dream got confused. It thought I was asking to die.
[Maybe he was.]
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[Creating dream people and giving a live human life are two completely separate things. The ley line itself, with all its power, wanted a human life in return.
He's not looking at Ronan, but is looking around his room, rather impressed at all the small details Ronan had gotten correct in his room. Which books were in easier reach than others, things in the desk, his comforter...]
I didn't do this so you could turn around and throw your life away trying to get mine back.
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[He must have known Ronan wouldn't stand for it. This can't possibly come as a surprise.]
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I was going to die anyway.
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[The most heartbreaking part of it all is he does see it. It means Ronan has to choose, now, whether to let his best friend die or to let the love of his life become possessed by the demon that's destroying him. An impossible choice. If the sacrifice can't be totally reversed, then he has to find a way to restore Gansey to life.]
If you wanna find another solution, do it fast. I'm not gonna stop dreaming.
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His voice takes on a warning clip to it:]
Don't be an idiot, Lynch. I'll use my power again if I have to.
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[They both know full well that Ronan won't stop until he's dreamed what he has to.]
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[Of course the curse sounds all the more vulgar out of Gansey's mouth than Ronan's.
Gansey knows. He knows he can't follow Ronan around making sure he doesn't try to dream.]
Getting rid of that demon is priority number one. We should focus our efforts on that.
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Great. You go read every exorcism book in the library and get back to me.
[Ronan's gonna Ronan.]
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He also stops himself from rolling his eyes at that response.]
If the answer was there I'd hope you'd have found an answer by now, before I came here.
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[And the library kind of creeps him out, because he has no idea where the knowledge contained in those books could have come from.]
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