forum Pheasant Brook (O/O with Icarus!)

Started December 12, 2019 by @GoblinKing

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(hey, I'm not going to be super active tonight, sorry!)

Connor wrapped a blanket around his own shoulders, still drawing carefully.

(no problem, i probably won’t either, so it works out!)

“God, it’s freezing…” Wilhelm whined, drawing his blanket even further in on himself.

Connor looked over at Wilhelm. "Maybe get under yer blankets, then?" he arched an eyebrow.

“…That’s not a bad idea.” Wilhelm sighed, crawling underneath his covers. He rubbed his eyes, picking up his book and beginning to read again.

Connor went back to sketching, laying on his side under his blankets as he did so. He began to hum quietly for a moment, then stopped again.

Wilhelm continued to flip through the pages of his book. He listened to Connor’s humming, although his attention went back to reading once the his roommate had stopped.

Connor kept sketching, his pencil scratching across the paper with that soft whisper of lead on paper, those soft sounds that told the tale of the sketch even if you couldn't see him drawing it.

To Wilhelm, the sounds of the sketch became simple white noise that was nothing short of calming. He loved that noise, and he always had. Wilhelm had half a mind to ask Connor what he was drawing, but the boy seemed too concentrated to disturb.

Connor shifted in his bed, holding the sketchbook farther away from his face to test that the drawing's perspective still held out from a different distance. Then he set it down again, and resumed his sketching. His lower lip was caught between his teeth.

Wilhelm tilted his head, seeing Connor out of his peripherals. “What’re you doing?” He looked over curiously, placing his book face-down in his lap.

"Testing the perspective." Connor replied, looking over at Wilhelm for a moment. "Ah'm makin' sure tha' the perspective still holds true if the drawin' is closer or further away."

“Oh. That makes sense.” Wilhelm nodded, clasping his hands together on top of his book. “If I may ask, what are you drawing?”

Connor held it up. It seemed to be a city street, likely from London. "Ah need ta get better at drawin' city streets." he replied.

“You’re doing well, though. From what I can see here, at least. What city is it?” Wilhelm tilted his head, squinting a bit to better see the sketch.

"London." Connor replied. "Where m' uncle lives, an' where ah've spend most o' my life."

“Oh, London! I’ve never been.” Wilhelm shrugged, picking his book back up. “You’ll have to show me that drawing when you’re done, yeah? It looks very good so far.”

Connor nodded. "Yeah. It's a decent place ta live." he replied with a quick smile. "An' ah'll show yeh, if'n yeh want, then." he started to sketch again.

Wilhelm nodded, once more beginning to read. He hated that he couldn’t make notes in this book, given that it was from the library. He had half a mind to pull out a sheet of paper and note things down on that, but he knew that he would lose either the paper or the context for it, whichever came first.

Connor kept sketching quietly. Well, quiet except for the sounds his pencil made. He cocked his head a little bit, and his neck let out a cracking sound.

Wilhelm flinched a bit at the noise, honestly feeling the crack his own neck. “God, that sounded painful..”

Connor laughed. "Nah, it was fine." he replied, and looked up at Wilhelm with a smile.

(these two would be on opposite sides in WW2…)

(honestly, they were in WW1. wilhelm is not well-liked outside of his friend group, since he’s kinda on enemy territory here, even if the war is over)

Wilhelm rubbed the back of his neck, turning the page. He didn’t look over at Connor, assuming that Connor wasn’t looking at him either. “I’ll take your word for that, but that sounded bad enough to make my own neck hurt.” He laughed softly.

(well yeah, that's true too)

Connor looked back down at his sketchbook, letting out a soft laugh as well. "It did nae hurt much." he replied, shaking his head a little bit. Part of him wanted to ask what Germany was like…but he knew that that might be a bit of a touchy subject.

(i could rant forever about how the treaty of versailles fucked germany over, lmao)

Wilhelm set his book down again, stretching his arms and shoulders. He stood up, trying to make his bed without having to move everything. He was partially considering getting dressed, but another part of him just wanted to sit in bed all day. Wilhelm had half a mind to ask about London, although he knew that it could be a sore topic for Connor.

(honestly same. like England and America and all that were supposedly the good guys, but you look at it and what the French and English did to Germany was seriously fucked up)

Connor let out a soft hum, and continued to sketch. His red curls fell into his face a little bit.