forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Wilhelm had zoned out a bit, something to do with his lack of movement and the dull roar from the people outside of their dorm.

Connor shifted and moved the chair he was sitting on to be closer to Wilhelm, his knees barely brushing against Wilhelm's as he worked.

That sure snapped Wilhelm out of his little bubble. He tried not to show it, but Wilhelm could feel his heart flutter in his chest. Thankfully, though, the creeping warmth and pink in his cheeks was hardly noticeable if one wasn’t paying extremely close attention.

Which, of course, Connor was paying attention, though he didn't seem to register that the blush was because of him. He simply dipped his brush into the red paint, and watered it down, adding the faint blush to Wilhelm's cheeks in the painting.

Oh, God, he noticed. Wilhelm’s heart was in his throat now, and he was praying that it would fall. He bit the inside of his cheek.

Connor bit his lower lip a little bit. "Ah'm gonna work on yer eyes now, so ah might need ta lean closer ta see the colors better. Yah need ta tell me if it makes yeh uncomfortable." he said, eyes flicking to Wilhelm.

“I don’t mind.” Wilhelm blinked, trying to zone out again. It wasn’t exactly working. He prayed that his blush didn’t grow at all.

Connor dipped his head in a nod. He cleaned off his brush, and leaned closer, examining Wilhelm's eyes. A faint blush spread on his own cheeks.

Wilhelm had to glance away for a short moment, swallowing the tiny lump in his throat. God, he always did fall for the artistic types, didn't he? The boy was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice the blush on Connor’s face as well. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest at any moment.

Connor sat back again, hesitating before dipping his brush into a color, watering it down, and beginning to cautiously add color to Wilhelm's eyes.

Wilhelm forced the thoughts out of his mind for a short moment, reminding himself that Connor was still dealing with his breakup, and it wouldn’t be right to show interest in him now, of all times. Wilhelm cleared his throat softly, hoping that Connor didn’t take that as a sign of him wanting to speak. He stayed still, taking mental note of the colors that Connor was now using- his eyes.

Connor's eyes flicked to Wilhelm for a moment, then back to the canvas, where he was still carefully filling in the base coat of color for Wilhelm's eyes. Connor's blue eyes were focused and calm now, attention wholly on what he was doing.

Wilhelm watched Connor’s expression as he painted the portrait. The sound of the paintbrush on the canvas was calming and musical to him, a soft sound that danced through the small room. A tiny fraction of Wilhelm’s bottom lip caught in his teeth momentarily.

(i gtg to bed soon, btw)

Connor looked over at Wilhelm again, leaning closer to figure out which colors to use for the two-toned eyes of the German boy. After a moment, he cautiously began to work on the right eye again, using a few different colors to achieve the correct tone.

(alright!)

God, he’s getting closer? Wilhelm practically died for a short moment, his thoughts and pulse racing. Rationally, he knew why Connor leaned in, but it didn’t make it any less nervewracking for him. He could feel his cheeks darken just a bit, and he prayed Connor wouldn’t say anything about it.

Connor took a deep breath, and continued to work on the painting. His hands were already splattered with paint, mostly on those thin fingers. He paused for a moment, studying the painting and comparing it to Wilhelm.

The German boy had miraculously been able to compose himself for the most part, steadying his heart and feeling his face cool down. Wilhelm’s leg twitched a tiny bit, and he hoped that it wasn’t noticeable.

Connor sat back again, and kept working. His knees were still brushing lightly against Wilhelm's as he worked.

How much longer is this going to take? To Wilhelm, it has felt like ages since he first sat down. He was okay with that, of course, he just underestimated how long “a while” was.

Connor bit his lower lip, still working carefully. In truth, he was nearly done. There were just some finishing touches to do.

Wilhelm resisted the urge to touch his hair. It felt odd going this long without doing something to it. He watched Connor’s face and hands, flicking back and forth between the two.

Connor's blue eyes were focused and careful as he put the last touches of paint onto the canvas. He sat back, letting out a breath and dragging his hand through his hair. There was paint spattered all over his hands. "Done." He said softly.

Wilhelm let out a sigh of relief, flopping back onto his bed for a moment. He sat up, running his fingers through his hair for what felt for the first time in forever. “Wow.” He laughed softly, glancing at his hands. “How did it turn out?”

Connor smiled. "See for yourself." He turned the canvas around. It was of Wilhelm's face, with that faint blush across his cheeks.

Wilhelm whistled appreciatively. “Damn, who’s that hot bastard?” He winked at Connor, an wolfish grin plastered onto his face. “That’s really good, Connor. But I gotta say, it feels a little conceited looking at a painting of yourself, yeah? Especially such a beautiful one. I mean, look at those eyes. Stunning!” Wilhelm laughed, head cocked once more.