fluxscape

Who: Ronan Lynch, Richard Gansey, Drill Bit, Kick Ass, Spitfire, and Anvil.
What: Ronan and Gansey around town with their newly dreamed farm family.
Where: On route from The Barns to the library and back again, running some errands, here and there.
When: Today.
Warnings: Cursing. There is a goat named Kick Ass and Ronan has no mouth filter. Cuteness.

Feel free to tag Ronan or Gansey or both.

Ronan -

When it’s time to leave to meet Gansey Ronan gives the goats and calf a lecture about behaving, staying by his side, and not talking to strangers. He wouldn’t normally let them leave the property, but they’re still too young to be left alone. Especially Drill Bit. So he brings along the old wooden wagon with extra high sides for safety. Normally he uses it to hall cuttings and wood, various building supplies he would need around the property. Today he’s pulling along three small baby goats. Drill Bit, Kick Ass, and Spitfire. Anvil, the Highland calf, can handle the distance so she just follows along.

She cried when she realized she was being left behind so how could he not bring her along?

Every so often the goats jump out and run around, head butt things or people, make lots of noise, chase the calf, the calf chases them, and when they get tired they get scooped up and put back into the wagon.

They’re very excited to not be separated from Ronan and to be exploring. They can be seen making their way through town to the library.

Gansey -

While Ronan ran to get them some lunch for humans and possibly a snack for their four legged friends, Gansey sat outside the library with the wagon full of goats. Occasionally, one of them slips between the bars to trot off to visit whoever walks by. If any of them ranges too far away, Gansey lets out a whistle and they gambol back to them. All except one. The smallest goat, Drill Bit, always stays near Gansey. Usually her head rests in his lap so that he can scritch her ears. Anvil has better manners than her goat siblings, finding a quiet spot in the shade to watch for Ronan.

If anyone asks about the herd, Gansey will try to answer their questions, but Ronan’s the one with more farm knowledge. If anyone wants to pet a member of the menagerie, all will be happy to have the attention.

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Ronan stared at Adam. "You should."

He couldn't tell him that he needed him and Gansey to be close when he'd been trying to avoid nightmares about disappearing through the boundary and never coming back.

It was something he thought Adam should choose to do for himself because Adam, as stubborn as he could be, knew what he wanted. Ronan was just telling him he thought he should, but the choice was left to Adam to decide. No one told Adam what to do and Ronan loved that about him.

"We don't have any beds, just mattresses on the floor and few crates for tables and things."

Spitfire raced around them both chasing Kick Ass and Drill Bit wedged herself between Ronan's legs while Anvil continued to rub against Adam.

Adam knew exactly what he wanted right now. Some of those things, he couldn't have, but the rest... The Barns was the closest thing he had to home here, too, but he hadn't wanted to ask. He hadn't wanted to make any assumptions when everything had been tossed in the air.

It was hard to imagine the Barns without everything that made it Ronan's home in it, but mattresses and crates reminded him of his place at the church. They could get furniture eventually, he was sure of it, and until then, it was the people that made a home, anyway.

Looking down at Anvil, he scritched her head. "I'll have to move my things over," he said. All he had was a trunk and some clothes, at least.

"Do you think there is another me?" Ronan asked, suddenly casual and internally screaming fucking happy. The way he'd felt when he'd given Gansey the dream Pig. The way he felt when he woke up and knew somewhere in the house was Gansey. Even if everything else was gone and he knew deep down the house and land weren't really The Barns, it felt like home because of Gansey.

And now it would feel even more like home with Adam.

"Or does me being here fuck everything else up back home? I wonder if Noah misses us." He picked up Drill Bit and put her back in the wagon. "I can help carry shit. Fuck. I miss my car."

"I don't know," he admitted. He'd tried not to think about it too hard, actually. There were a few options, though. Either there were two Ronans, or time was functioning like a circle. "If I remember things, that means they had to have happened, right? Which means...I don't know what that means." There were either two Ronans, or time was weird.

"Who?" He looked up from Anvil again, frowning a little. "I don't have much, at least," he added. It wouldn't take long to carry it from his apartment to the Barns. He hoped, anyway.

Ronan stared hard at Adam for a moment, searching his face for something. Noah. Noah Czerny. He didn't understand what it meant that Adam had to even ask 'who' when he mentioned Noah. His mind was chasing the idea, all the possibilities. One of those possibilities was that Adam wasn't Adam. Another was that something happened and Adam had forgotten Noah. he hated both possibilities so much he refused to even acknowledge the 'who' for now.

"Maybe this is a dream and you only exist in my head." He teased. "We can go get everything after we take these brats back to the house. We're on our way to pick up Gansey."

He started to reply, stopped, and studied Ronan for a moment. "Do you usually dream about me?" He knew his Ronan did, but this was a little different. It wasn't the first time Ronan had referred to him as a dream, either, but Adam didn't think he was anywhere near lovely enough to be one of his dreams.

Ronan studied Adam in return, his expression suddenly soft and guarded at the same time. He dreamed about Adam. Although he was careful not to dream about anyone he knew because he didn't have full control over his dreams. He also dreamed about Gansey. It was difficult sometimes not to dream about them.

His dreams ran as deep as his emotions and were just as complicated when he wasn't in full control of himself.

"I try not to. My head isn't the safest place to be."

The corners of Adam's mouth twitched into an almost smile. "I know." He'd been there before, but it hadn't been so bad. "You dream beautiful things too, though." Maybe Ronan wasn't at that point yet, but he had the potential for it, and Adam fully believed he would reach that potential.

Ronan held Adam's gaze far longer than he was usually comfortable with unless he was intimidating someone into pissing their pants. he looked down at the goats and reached out to pet Anvil. Yeah. Maybe he did dream some nice things. But they still took more effort than even the Pig because they were living creatures.

He took the creation of life very seriously, but he absolutely was not a God. A demon, maybe. With horrors in his head. It occurred to him that he hadn't been to church since they arrived here.

"I think he's calling you beautiful Kick Ass." He picked the goat up and put it in the wagon. "Come with us to pick up Gansey and we'll all go get you shit together. We can use the wagon and you can carry a goat."

Ronan was something else, that was what he was. Savagely handsome and a dreamer of beautiful creations. Sometimes, Adam still felt guilty about asking him to dream up the blackmail evidence against Greenmantle. It was vile compared to the things Ronan dreamed when he wasn't plagued by night horrors. But that both had and hadn't happened yet, and he pushed the memories aside.

"Every one of them is beautiful." Goats and cow alike. He nodded. "Okay." He'd gladly carry a goat for any reason, though he'd feel a little bad not carrying some of his belongings.

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