forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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Wilhelm took his pajama shirt from his teeth, changing as quickly as he could. He sat back down on his bed, digging in his bag to pull out a book. It was a new one- Wilhelm had ducked into the library between classes.

Connor glanced over at Wilhelm again, a strange mix of relief and disappointment swirling through him when he saw that he had a shirt on again.

Wilhelm sat cross-legged on his bed, back leaning against his wall as he read. His face showed no emotion as he read, only concentration. Every so often he would look up from the book, rubbing his eyes and letting his eyes wander around the dorm room.

Connor picked up his sketchbook, turning to a blank page. He counted the pages he had left, and sighed, realizing that at this rate, he would need to buy a new sketchbook eventually.

Wilhelm jumped slightly at the sigh, now accustomed to the relative silence they were sitting in. “Is something wrong?”

"No. Ah just have ta buy a new sketchbook in…about two weeks." Connor replied, going back to the empty page.

“Mm. That sounds.. annoying.” Wilhelm nodded, flipping the page and continuing to read. “I don’t think that I could withstand needing to replace sketchbooks more than a couple times, it just seems frustrating.”

Connor chuckled. "It's more frustrating ta not be able to draw. So ah dinnae mind having ta replace it."

“I suppose you’re right, yeah.” Wilhelm nodded, flipping back a few pages to reread a bit. He thought he had found a sort of continuity error, but.. no, he had just misremembered.

Connor nodded, and started to sketch, balancing his sketchbook on his knees. He hummed softly as he did, not seeming to realize that he was.

Wilhelm paused for a few moments to listen to Connor’s humming, a soft smile on his lips. He eventually recognized it as some sort of background noise once he had finally gone back to reading, the expression still on his face.

Connor glanced up at Wilhelm, biting his lip for a moment at the sight of that smile. He let out a breath, and started sketching again, still humming.

Wilhelm rubbed his eyes, placing his bookmark into the pages of his book and shutting it softly. He laid on his stomach again, head turned towards his own wall. As he tried to sleep, he would still run his hands through his dark curls, only stopping once he had truly began to doze off.

After a while, Connor stopped drawing and got changed into his pajamas. He turned off the lights and crawled into his bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark.

Wilhelm was asleep within minutes, once again above the covers. This time, though, he had remembered an actual blanket, so at least he wasn’t too cold.

Connor rolled onto his side, closing his eyes to go to sleep. He didn't fall asleep for a while, though, and simply lay awake in the dark.

(sure. Sorry for not being very active tonight, was hanging with a friend)

Connor awoke rather late in the morning, stretching and letting out a soft groan. He rolled over to look over at Wilhelm's bed to see if his roommate was awake yet.

(it’s all good! real life is more important!!)

Wilhelm was sleeping like a dead man, his blanket now fallen to the floor. He was still on his stomach, fast asleep. His hair was all sorts of jacked up, curls sticking out wildly in some places and flat in others. Not his best look, to be truthful.

Connor smiled a little bit, staying on his side. He stretched again, sighing softly. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and got out his sketchbook again, flipping through it.

Wilhelm slowly woke up, drawing his body tightly in on itself. He sighed softly at the realization that his blanket was no longer on top of him, and looked around his bed to find it.

Connor was leaning on his elbow, drawing again. He glanced up when he heard Wilhelm moving around, then went back to his sketchbook.

Wilhelm bent down to get his blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders when he sat back up. He watched Connor draw for a few seconds before dropping back onto his back, shutting his eyes and trying to block out the sun. It was cold that day- the chill seemed to seem in from every corner, window, and tiny little crack in the walls.