forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Wilhelm woke up once the sun began to filter through the window. He sat up, not completely registering the blanket spread out over him until he noticed the slight weight. A small smile played over his lips as he got out of bed, opening his dresser as quietly as he could to retrieve his uniform.

Connor was curled up in a tiny ball, huddled under his covers like a small child. He had cried that night, after Wilhelm had been asleep. Cried, because of Jamie. Because he had wanted his boyfriend back. But he wouldn't get him back.

Wilhelm look a look at his watch, trying to decide if he should wake Connor or not. As he buttoned his shirt, Wilhelm glanced out the window. The weather was.. awful, as normal. He yawned once he had finished with his tie, tugging the burgundy sweater over his head.

Connor kept sleeping. He probably would sleep for hours, if he was allowed to. He rolled over, the blankets tangled around his small form.

“Now’s a good time to wake up, Connor.” Wilhelm walked over to Connor’s bed, nudging him slightly. “You’ve got.. half an hour before breakfast, give or take.” He sat back down on his own bed, tugging on his shoes.

Connor let out a sleepy grumble, not opening his eyes. He curled up tighter. "Don't wanna." his voice was a little raspy.

“If it makes it any better for you, it’s Friday.” Wilhelm stretched his arms above his head, running his fingers through his hair.

Connor wrinkled his nose a little, peeking one eye at Wilhelm. "No. Don't wanna." he pouted a little bit. In reality, he just…wasn't sure he wanted to. Not when he didn't have much to look forward to. Not when another day meant another day closer to going home, back to his uncle and hiding and waiting to be 20 so that he could leave.

“Don’t pout.. Look on the bright side, Connor; at least I won’t be waking you up tomorrow. Just one more day to get through.” Wilhelm rubbed his jaw, still sitting on his bed. He adjusted his collar, apparently never content with how it laid over his tie.

Connor grumbled. "I don't wanna." he replied, childish. "Ah'm tired an' ah dinnae have Jamie anymore."

Wilhelm grimaced. “Ah, right.. James.” He wasn’t quite sure what to say or do. He fidgeted with his dark curls a bit, pressing his mouth into a thin line. What could he say? He didn’t know the guy. He couldn’t make any statements on his character. The quiet in the room was deafening as he tried to think up any words that could help the situation.

"An' ah'm an asshole, too, 'cause ah keep dumpin' m' shit on yeh instead of dealin' wi' 't m'self." he mumbled, peeking up at Wilhelm again.

“You’re not an asshole, you’re upset. And for valid reason, I might add. We’re friends, Connor, I’m not going to be pissed at my friends for not being happy-go-lucky pricks all of the time.” Wilhelm stood, gathering his bag together. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t force you out of bed if I have to. You have to get up, Connor, or we’ll miss breakfast.”

Connor sighed softly, sitting up. His red hair stuck up in messy, untamed curls, and he rubbed at his eyes, the neckline of his shirt drooping down over one of his shoulders.

Wilhelm looked at Connor’s face. “You said you’d get the paint off, right? I don’t mean to nitpick, but I don’t want you to get caught by a teacher who does.” He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves, folding them over the knitted cuffs of his jumper. “You understand, right?”

Connor grumbled, and licked his thumb, scrubbing at the paint until it came off. "There." he said. He dragged himself to his feet, pulling out his clothes, and then started getting dressed.

Wilhelm ran his fingers through his hair one more time, checking his watch and glancing at the door. He was definitely a time-oriented person, there was no dispute there. The boy drummed on the side of his bag, biting his lower lip softly as he looked down at the blanket on his bed. “Thank you for putting that blanket on me last night, Connor. That was very kind of you, you know.”

Connor glanced up, in the middle of changing his shirt. He tugged the new one on, buttoning it. He shrugged. "Yeah. You're welcome." he replied with a faint smile. He finished changing, running a comb through his hair to try and tame it.

Wilhelm tipped his head back, a quiet little sigh escaping his lips. He rubbed his eyes, twisting the watch on his wrist. Every so often he would look at Connor, but he mostly stuck to looking at the wall or out their window.

He finished getting changed, and yawned, stifling it with his hand. "S'rry fer th' trouble wi' gettin' me up. Ah'm no' a mornin' person."

(I probably gtg to bed soon)

(alright! gn!)

“It’s no trouble, I understand. Are you hungry?” Wilhelm slung his bag over his shoulder. “We can go eat, if you want.”

Connor shrugged slightly. "Ah'll eat, ah guess. Mostly ah jus' wan' some tea." he let out a quiet chuckle. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes from lack of sleep.