forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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“Yes, actually, you a-“ Romeo started, folding his hands neatly on top of the table.

“No, you aren’t. Take a seat, Connor. Romeo and I were just have a little chat.” Wilhelm bit off the last word, glaring daggers at Romeo. “You’re fine.”

Connor's blue eyes flicked between the two, and slowly sat down. "Oookay." he said slowly, not sure what he had just walked into, and not quite sure he wanted to know. He bit his lower lip a little, catching it between his teeth.

“I’m just going to say this, love-“ Romeo started, jabbing a finger at Wilhelm’s chest.

“Oh, don’t you fucking ‘love’ me. We’re not dating. You can’t fucking tell me who I’m allowed to hang out with. So fucking what if I’m interested in somebody that isn’t you? You had your fucking time with me, deal with it.” Wilhelm snarled, leaning forward. His brows knotted. “Listen to me, and listen good, Puccini. You don’t get to dictate who I talk to. Not now, not then- although I know you loved to try- and not ever.”

Connor's eyes flicked between the two again, and he remained silent, trying to puzzle out what exactly was happening between them. He slouched down in his seat, pulled out his sketchbook, and started to draw, so that he wasn't just sitting there listening to them argue and fight.

“Alright, Sallow, I’ll just put this out there- now I know why your parents sent you here, I wouldn’t want to have to put up with you and your bullshit either.” Romeo scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

“You fuck-ing cunt, ha! That’s really mature of you, Pooch, it really is. You’ve got some balls on you, but uhh, choke and die!” Wilhelm stood up, grabbing his bag and storming out of the cafeteria. Romeo’s eyes flicked to Connor.

“Sit a spell, Connor. We’ve got some things to go over.”

Connor blinked a little, but kept his eyes on his sketchbook, rather unsure what exactly he should do now. He looked up at Romeo, raising an eyebrow a little bit. "Abou' wha'?"

“I’m not blind. I know how that boy’s mind works. I can tell you exactly what I think Wilhelm feels about you, but I won’t. Both for my and your sake.” Romeo took a sip from his glass. “What do you think about him? Or feel, would be more accurate. Because if it’s anything more than a friend, even good friend is pushing it, I’m just going to stop you right there and say you need to listen to me. Wilhelm’s a snake. He’ll eat you alive and then go for seconds with some other sad sap.” His lips curled up into a sneer. “But who am I to give you advice on something like that? I’m only a lowly ex.”

"I have a boyfriend already." Connor blurted without thinking, then turned red and his his face in his sketchbook again. "Er…" What is wrong with me?? That's the second time I've outed myself in one day! He bit his lip, turning Romeo's words over in his head for a moment. And in any case, Wilhelm doesn't seem like…like the sort of guy to do that.

“That’s all well and good, Connor, but you didn’t answer my question. I asked how you feel about Sallow. I’m just letting you know now, I’m a good judge of lying. Done enough myself to tell fairly accurately.” Romeo’s eyes were dull and unamused, chin resting in his palms. “And if you don’t believe me about Sallow’s character, just ask him yourself.”

Connor pressed his lips into a thin line. "Alright. For one thing, ah've only knoon heem fer no' e'en 24 hoors, so ah dinnae knoow much abou' heem yet." He retorted, accent strong. "So far, he's been kind an' helpful wi' everythin', an' no' nosy abou' most things what matter. Bu' again, thees ees onleh the secon' day that ah've knoon either o' you. I's no' really yer foockin' business wha' ah feel for anyone in that firs' place, now is i'?" He looked at Romeo levelly, but it was obvious that that Scottish blood was riled and ready for a fight.

“I’m just trying to give some advice. Calm down.” Romeo scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m just saying, as somebody who dated him for the better part of a year, don’t get too attached.” He snorted, clasping his hands behind his head for a moment.

Connor rolled his eyes. "If yeh say so." He replied, shaking his head a little. "Ah still say tha' i's no' yer business what ah think or feel for anyone, considerin' ah hardly know yeh."

“I do say so. If you don’t think it’s my business, then don’t tell me, but don’t get all up at my throat about it. I’m just trying to help.” Romeo raised his palms in mock defeat, inspecting his nails as he did so.

Connor shook his head a little. "Sure yeh are, Romeo." He replied, running a hand through his curly hair. "Sure." He didn't sound convinced. He put his sketchbook back in his bag.

The bell clanged, signifying the end of lunch. Romeo up and left, leaving his dishes on the table as he strolled away, hands in his pockets.

Connor shook his head a little bit, not sure what to do. He left and headed to his next class, pulling out his sketchbook to find it on the map Wilhelm had drawn earlier.

Wilhelm made his regular hustle through the hallways, slightly inconvenienced by his lunchtime detour to the library. He gripped his books and supplies in his hands, although they were beginning to slip away and he didn’t really have time to fix them.

Connor headed to class quickly.

Wilhelm sat in the common room, bouncing between reading his book and staring into the fire. Bonnie had tottered into the room, and was now lounging on his lap. One hand held the book, the other resting on the Yorkie’s head.

Connor had decided to explore the building, to acquaint himself with it better. He alternated between following the map and just walking, taking note of the places he passed. Finally, he stuck his head in the common room and spotted Wilhelm. He hesitated for a moment, not sure whether or not his roommate would be alright with Connor coming over to talk.

Wilhelm looked truly relaxed for the first time that day. He was engrossed in his moss green book, the golden embossing shining something unnatural in the fire’s light. And the little lap dog was sound asleep on his legs, chest rising and falling in slow but steady breaths. As the boy thumbed through the pages, he made small annotations and notes in the slim margins. Wilhelm didn’t seem to notice Connor- or anything else around him, for that matter.